The eight 8-Star Grand Elders hovering suspended in the sky didn’t understand the concept of a closed loop.
To them, every domain in the cosmos was a spiritual fire. You shove fuel into the fire, the fire expands, and when the fuel runs dry, the fire goes out. If an enemy domain swelled, it needed an ocean of spiritual qi to maintain its load-bearing holding power against external pressure. And if that external pressure exceeded the master’s internal capacity, the domain would rupture from sheer energetic excess pressure. That turned the creator’s internal organs into scorched gruel.
Grand Elder Yan Gu, his arms still welded by spatial heavy rush to the handle of his suspended golden Saint Sword, spat another mouthful of crimson foam onto the stone. “He can’t hold this!” Yan Gu screamed, his voice cracking into a ragged, bloody shriek. “Look at him! He’s a single human being! He has contained eight 8-Star domains within a ten-foot boundary! The energetic load inside that circle exceeds eighty million units of ancient zhenqi!”
Yan Gu looked back toward the seven other mutineer elders who hovered behind him. “Burn your life-cores!” Yan Gu roared, his eyeballs bulging with manic fury. “Pump every drop of spiritual essence into your weapons! Force-feed his boundary until his dantian detonates like a collapsed star! No domain in the mortal realm can absorb the energetic output of eight Grand Saints without rupturing!”
