The Power of Inner Scenes, the Perfection of Seventy-Two Transformations

The sky shimmered with radiant hues, dazzling and magnificent, as if rainbows had descended upon the mortal world. The iridescent light coalesced into fine threads, precisely linking every soldier in the military formation—invisible and intangible, yet seamlessly intertwining their auras into a unified whole.

Under the coordination of this radiant light, the thousand armored warriors embodied the phrase "swift as the wind" in tangible form.

The Wind Momentum—achieved!

"Is she... using some martial technique to connect every soldier?"

"Otherwise, how could such a vast formation move as deftly as her own limbs?"

"Even His Highness might struggle to accomplish this..."

On the command platform, the proud generals wore expressions tinged with shock.

All because of the young woman standing not far away.

She stood amidst the snowstorm, her white robes fluttering, her delicate hands plucking at the clouds like strings. Yet, this breathtakingly beautiful figure held the intricate maneuvers of ten thousand soldiers within her mind.

"Her commands are precise down to the individual."

Zhong Ling murmured to himself, finally realizing the monstrous opponent he had just faced.

Qu Sheng stared intently at the shifting formation, his clenched fists betraying the tension in his heart. The fate of military tactics now rested on the shoulders of these two young prodigies.

Ying Bing had no issues.

But Li Mo... could he endure it?

Within the formation—

"This feels similar to when I channeled the world's power during the Inner Breath Realm."

Watching the soldiers surge forward, Li Mo adjusted as the spectral form of the Wuzhiqi solidified behind him. Exchanging a glance with the "ice block" (Ying Bing), he gave an imperceptible nod.

He had never truly possessed a domain before, but fortunately, he had learned a thing or two from his beautiful master.

Now, the Wind Momentum was complete, yet it lacked the self-sustaining cycle of a true domain.

Three more momentums remained!

Ying Bing narrowed her phoenix-like eyes. A battalion of soldiers moved at her command, flooding into the formation, guided by the aura of the Radiant Phoenix.

The surging lifeblood energy intensified once more.

The entire military formation now carried the ferocity of an unstoppable wildfire.

"Raid like fire, wind fueling the flames."

Li Mo's sunny face grew solemn as he scrutinized the formation's transformation. In the next instant, an overwhelming force ignited his lifeblood and true essence.

As the military momentum shifted, so too did the formation's focal point.

Though he had never formally studied military tactics, his long training in Extreme Soldier's Slaughter Body had honed his sensitivity to the fluctuations of battle intent, allowing him to keep pace with Ying Bing's rhythm.

Another thousand soldiers joined the formation.

Their entry introduced stillness within motion, weaving an ever more unpredictable and enigmatic battlefield.

"Steady as the forest, the woods bolstering the wind."

Three momentums complete—only the Mountain Momentum remained to achieve the perpetual cycle of an inner domain.

Li Mo couldn't help but brace himself.

Yet, the force of thirty battalions already matched the world's power he had once endured.

Ying Bing's gaze silently questioned him again.

Should we continue?

"I can handle it."

This formation had been meticulously refined by Ying Bing, and their days of dual cultivation had forged an unspoken synergy. Unlike the raw brutality of the world's power, this was a controlled storm.

"Mm."

The final battalion entered the formation.

A thousand soldiers moved in perfect unison, completing the Zhong Family Formation's final piece.

"The mountain elevates the forest."

Swift as the wind, steady as the forest, raid like fire, immovable as the mountain.

At the formation's core, Li Mo felt the weight of countless battles—iron horses, blood-soaked battlefields, and a killing intent dozens of times fiercer than what he had faced against Zhong Zhenyue.

His body and spirit were at their peak.

Yet, a strange sensation arose within him.

Within the bounds of this formation, he felt like an omnipotent deity, capable of commanding everything within its reach.

This was the inner domain Ying Bing had constructed for him—using four thousand soldiers.

Boom—

Immersed in the formation's overwhelming might, Li Mo locked eyes with the fully materialized Wuzhiqi specter, its golden pupils burning with a human-like yearning.

He clenched his fist.

"Still not enough?"

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Command Platform.

The generals witnessed everything unfolding on the training grounds.

"It worked! The military formation truly can manifest an inner domain!"

"If an inner domain is possible, what about an outer domain? Or even the Dharma Body's manifestation? If His Highness mastered this..."

Excitement surged among them.

But Qu Sheng shook his head, his expression complex.

"At best, outsiders might glean a few insights from this."

The others quickly realized.

Finding someone like Li Mo—with his physique—and a commander as brilliant and in sync as Ying Bing was nearly impossible in the Observation Divine Realm.

"Brother Li still isn’t stopping?"

Zhong Zhenyue muttered in disbelief.

Li Mo and Ying Bing had already succeeded in manifesting an inner domain through the military formation. Continuing further would only strain his body and spirit needlessly. He had seen his father's vanguard bear the force of ten thousand soldiers—each attempt required at least a month of recovery.

Zhong Ling was equally puzzled.

He wasn’t alone.

Even the soldiers in the formation didn’t understand.

But orders were absolute. Without the command to withdraw, they maintained the formation.

Qu Sheng studied the spectral figure behind Li Mo, deep in thought.

On the field—

Only one person fully grasped Li Mo's intentions.

Ying Bing lowered her gaze, meeting the young man’s unwavering, starfire-like determination.

During the system rankings... would the military formation even count toward his combat strength? After all, I’m the one controlling it...

The thought flickered through her mind.

She gave an almost imperceptible nod.

From her oversized pouch, she retrieved an azure guqin.

Zheng—

The melody flowed forth, sharp and lethal.

The already intense battlefield now thrummed with metallic resonance, killing intent falling like rain.

This was one of the three pieces she had learned from Shang Qinqing.

"Heavenly King’s Battle-Shattering Melody."

The moment the music began, the Wind-Forest-Fire-Mountain formation’s killing intent blazed even fiercer.

Roar—

The Wuzhiqi specter expanded violently, its untamed ferocity on full display—a true ancient fiendgod descending upon the world.

At last, this most formidable spirit fully acknowledged Li Mo’s power.

It coiled back, merging into the Stone Monkey Divine Mark!

Li Mo’s blood boiled beyond restraint.

And so—he threw a punch.

Boom—

This strike carried his pure physical might, the inner domain’s power from four thousand soldiers, and the Wuzhiqi’s battle-lust to tear the heavens asunder.

Hum—

The earth-linked Whale’s Breath Coral Stone trembled violently, shaking the very ground.

Its violet hue darkened rapidly, even revealing a thread of crimson...

And at the moment that crimson appeared—

Crack.

The coral stone emitted a faint, crisp sound.

Seventy-Two Transformations—perfected!

Qu Sheng stared in stunned silence as the Whale’s Breath Coral Stone split cleanly in two.

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