“Wudi, what’s going on?” Weisheng Cangyuan was confused by what was unfolding before his eyes. He could see the azure dragon pulses merging and forming into a ball of spirit hazard. As for Tianming, he had already disappeared.

“I have no idea, but something similar previously happened with the Prime Tower and the Grand-Orient Formation’s imperial dragon pulse.” Li Wudi stretched his hands out helplessly.

“Prime Tower?” Everyone was shocked when they heard Li Wudi’s words. Looking at the ball of spirit hazard, there really was a silhouette of a pagoda within. When the white pagoda appeared, the ball began shrinking.

“That’s right.”

“Then what happened to the imperial dragon pulse after that?” Weisheng Cangyuan asked.

“Gone.” Li Wudi chuckled.

“What?” Weisheng Cangyuan and Weisheng Tianlan were both shocked, and their eyes widened. In the end, Weisheng Tianlan asked, “Will the azure dragon pulse disappear as well?”

“Take a guess,” said Li Wudi.

“Holy shit! Doesn’t that mean that the Southsky Formation’s power will weaken by half?!” Weisheng Cangyuan cursed.

“Don’t...