Central Region (2)
Yun Lintian delved into the complex matrix of God Marks, his mind a whirlwind of calculations and deductions. Each mark pulsed with chaotic energy, a symphony of destruction waiting to be unleashed upon any who dared to trespass.
He recognized the intricate patterns, the subtle interplay of various laws, a testament to the profound knowledge of the ancient True Gods who had crafted this barrier.
He didn't rush to solve it, instead, he memorized the patterns, dissecting the formation in his mind, searching for its weaknesses, its vulnerabilities.
Time seemed to slow down as he immersed himself in the intricate dance of divine inscriptions, his understanding of the God Marks deepening with every passing moment.
Outside the sandstorm, the cultivators watched with bated breath as Yun Lintian disappeared into the swirling vortex. Whispers rippled through the crowd, their voices a mixture of hope and doubt.
"Do you think he can do it?"