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第1757章 破禁诸圣斗

The moment was tense. A dark net suddenly descended from the sky, enveloping the Tower, Light, and Form.

"Is this...?"

"Sol?!"

The net was familiar to all the saints, causing their hearts to tremble with shock.

"How is this possible? Sol's fall was a matter we all witnessed together!"

Amidst their confusion, Sol had already begun to reel in his trap. His heart felt unprecedentedly comfortable as he realized how satisfying it was to lay low and secretly plot while everyone else overlooked him.

Sol's net, though burned by the overwhelming power of Light and Form, quickly regained its strength and expanded several times over. The lines within the net twisted and became transparent under the immense pressure.

At the critical moment when their lives were hanging in the balance, the three saints unleashed a terrifying force that could have buried Sol along with them!

Light dissipated, form vanished, and lines shattered. But the newly formed Sol's net seemed to ignite and gradually burn itself out. The four saints fell one by one!

The horrifying scene left the onlookers of the Primordial Realm Saints trembling in their hearts.

But soon, they focused again on the remaining saints in the world.

Just as they were about to make a move, something astonishing happened: Sol, who had seemingly vanished...

Returned to the world!

The net that was burned flickered back into reality and enveloped the remnants of the Tower, Light, and Form. They struggled no more; with a single movement, Sol's net captured them all.

Sol did not linger but instead gave an enigmatic smile at the gathered saints before vanishing from their sight.

It seemed like he had fallen again.

"What...?"

"What kind of divine power is this?!"

The Primordial Realm Saints never expected that the first to fall would be the mastermind behind it. The divine powers Sol displayed during this battle far exceeded what they previously knew about him.

All sorts of strange occurrences made other saints seem unreliable as well. The Primordial Realm Saints quickly retreated, but the undercurrents in the Primordial Realm had already begun and could not be quelled.

"Good job."

Sol's remnants were devoured by the True-False transformation, and the three newly reborn saints emerged one after another. Like Sol at first, they showed a moment of confusion before understanding their situation.

"The truth is revealed! I did not lose in vain," said the Tower with a sigh as he glanced at Sol.

"True-False Transformation..." Light and Form's bodies trembled when they saw that it matched their own conjectures.

They had resigned themselves to fate.

"Truly, there are such paths between the Mountain and Sea!"

Even if they resisted and ended their lives, it would be in vain. The other party could reshape them with a single thought, escaping their grasp.

Without seeing Li Fan's figure, only his faint voice echoed: "Let the Primordial Realm become even more chaotic."

This time, he added another sentence: "I am going to the moment of division between the Mountain and Sea."

Even though they had already guessed Li Fan's purpose, the Primordial Realm Saints were still shaken by hearing it directly.

The struggle for divine opportunities between the Mountain and Sea was what all the Primordial Realm Saints sought their entire lives. They were no exception.

But with Li Fan's appearance, it seemed that none of them would have a chance.

Sol, Tower, Light, Form...

The four saints stirred up the Primordial Realm like a storm. Sol first appeared to attract attention from other saints. When Sol was besieged and on the brink of death, the Tower, Light, and Form suddenly appeared.

These fallen saints reappeared in full strength despite their supposed demise.

Using the same tactics again proved effective. Li Fan's ranks grew with several more beings.

With the increasing number of paths to the True Path within the Hall of Returning to Truth, capturing Primordial Realm Saints became smoother. No longer did they need cunning schemes; they simply crushed them with overwhelming force.

Soon, only seven Primordial Realm saints—excluding Lian Shan—were still resisting. The other twenty-eight were under Li Fan's control.

"This net is now strong enough."

Li Fan sat in the void and looked around at the twenty-eight saints surrounding him like stars. Their paths to the True Path and their thoughts were all within his sight.

"What a formidable power! Alas..."

"Even before Star and God, it crumbles upon contact."

Li Fan pondered this in his mind before shaking his head slightly.

"The saints of the Mountain and Sea are still born from the Mountain and Sea. No matter how many layers I add, they remain useless."

"While True-False Transformation can reverse the descent of a true god, it cannot prevent the return to true divinity. If I wait longer, this transformation will no longer protect me but instead lead to my descent as a true god. There will be no second chance."

"But this power is sufficient for crossing that boundary."

Li Fan suddenly stood up and tried to take a step forward.

The process of shaping the saints also refined his understanding of True-False Transformation.

During the chaos in the Primordial Realm, Li Fan's comprehension of the True-False path surged.

"The paths between the Mountain and Sea are the foundation of True-False."

"The more I know about them, the more familiar I become with the True-False path."

With the twenty-eight saints ensnared, the vague concept of "True-False" became increasingly concrete. It felt like he could see the boundaries of the Primordial Realm.

The True-False transformation enveloped Li Fan and the twenty-eight saints within the net.

They passed through effortlessly.

In the next moment, the Primordial Realm no longer existed.

Amidst the darkness, two colossal beings seemed to be feasting.

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