A grand explosion was set off at the south gate. Smoke and fire rose to the clouds, forming a huge mushroom, and the aftershocks were no less deafening.

"Hahahahaha!" Laughter blended in with the cacophony of sound from the starlit stage. It was Yi Xingyin's laughter.

"Palace Lord!" Tianming cried as he rushed to the formation nucleus. By now, the 'stage' was already dim. When he arrived there, the fabulous man from before looked like he had aged years. Despite still standing with great effort, there were cracks all over his body.

"Self-destructing formations is a forbidden technique for patternscribes. The fact that I didn't die is a miracle!" Even though it felt like a huge waste, Yi Xingyin was still laughing. "Well, it's a shame that my saint palace is now bust. I just earned myself a lot of fame, yet I already have to retire.... How troubling."

Tianming stood before him with a blank expression. Even though Yi Xingyin was crippled, he didn’t...