The suspended runes caused Yuan Zijing considerable annoyance. Alas, once he redoubled his efforts to break them apart, he found that a sadder fate awaited him.
He was completely lost.
It was as if he had been dropped into a labyrinth with strange dimensions of space leading in every direction.
As an experienced god, Yuan Zijing knew he was trapped by a formation.
Amid his confusion, he suddenly noticed a golden bell overhead. When the instrument pressed downward, he felt a tremendous pressure. A beam of light enveloping him drained his strength.
A resulting storm of attacks of every kind landed upon him.