The longsword planted before him hummed relentlessly as Logan’s fingers moved through a blur of intricate seals, leaving faint afterimages in the air.
The Mystical True Energy around him—once dimmed by the brutal clash—no longer weakened. Instead, it surged anew, deeper and more controlled, drawing strength not just from within him but from the very laws of the world itself.
He was no longer merely channeling his own energy.
He was resonating with the heavens.
“All stars and constellations, heed my command! Mystical True Energy, seal the demon—suppress it!”
Logan’s voice carried the weight of cosmic law, a command that seemed to ripple through the heavens.
At his words, the sword embedded in the ground erupted with a blinding blue radiance that shot straight into the sky.
Above the platform—where once only Yaochi’s spiritual mist and the rift’s malevolent aura lingered—phantoms of ancient stars began to flicker into existence, shimmering faintly across the void.