The light intensified. The purple-black energy, the void power, erupted from Lau's body. The light shot upward. A pillar, massive, purple-black, wider than the ship, taller than the mountain, soared into the sky. The clouds parted. The atmosphere split. The spiritual energy in the region, the natural qi, was pulled toward the pillar like water toward a drain.
The pillar was not just light. It was a signal. A beacon. A summons.
From the pillar, from the energy, an array activated. Not a formation array. Not a human construction. An inheritance array. A mechanism built into the fabric of the world, placed centuries ago by a being of the upper realm, designed to activate when a vessel of sufficient compatibility was exposed to a sufficiently powerful stimulus.
The stimulus. Madam Fengyan's punch. The Soul Formation strike, delivered at the right point, at the right moment, had triggered the mechanism. Just as Tianlong had told her it would.
