Shi Ming had previously left a wisp of his pure Holy Hall Power deep within the Earth's Lung.
This was the bait.
For the Ten Thousand Forms Kun, a skill origin like the Fallen Sanctuary, which was clearly just at the threshold of the Holy Hall Tier, was the best kind of food—easy to deal with and very tasty.
Dealing with sea beasts was a lot like dealing with women.
First, you had to stir up its appetite.
Once the Ten Thousand Forms Kun truly took the initiative to attack him, entering his Sea of Spirit in an attempt to usurp his destiny, it would have truly stepped into fate's trap. His three Holy Hall Origins and the Eye of the Divine would be an insurmountable mountain for it.
That was the framework of the plan.
In practice, it was naturally impossible for everything to go according to Shi Ming's wishes.
Unexpected events and other developments were to be expected.
