The birth of Sages dates back several centuries, perhaps even longer.
Except for supportive Sages like the Hermit who aren’t suited for withstanding major disasters, other Sages such as the Moon and the Sun have more or less fallen a few times.
But the Tower of the Sages has never fallen.
At most, it has only been seriously injured.
Because it can control disasters.
Of course, there are limits.
Disasters created by the Tower could never compare to a real natural disaster.
If faced with a polar magnetic field reversal or an asteroid impact of that level of disaster.
Even the Tower of the Sages would fall.
But even so, dealing with other supportive Sages and mere mortals with flesh, he has no trouble.
Creating an earthquake with a wave of his hand could instantly fracture a city.
This was the first time the Tower of the Sages personally created a disaster.
The entry point to the City of the World was right in a deserted sea area, a perfect spot for tsunamis and sea tornadoes to erupt.
The nearest town is a thousand meters away and won’t be affected.
Clearly, the Tower of the Sages aimed to leave all these dozens of planes behind.
"Anthony, stabilize all the planes." Fu Yunshen raised his hand, pressing his earpiece, and instructed calmly, "If you can’t withstand winds of this level, I’ll remove you from your position when we get back."
Inside the cockpit, Anthony trembled at those words.
He immediately straightened up, expression serious, "Yes, sir."
The IBI has long maintained world peace, and fighter jets are naturally custom-made to handle various disasters.
Plus, with Norton University’s technology, these fighter jets could resist winds of level 17.
Indeed the Tower of the Sages could create hurricanes and tsunamis out of thin air, but they are not as strong as actual natural disasters.
Fu Yunshen lifted his hand, grabbing Ying Zijin’s waist, diving straight down.
Both had disguised themselves.
In the gale, the Inner Strength within Fu Yunshen exploded and instantly swept up.
"Boom!"
The vast Inner Strength formed a barrier, obstructing the onslaught of the gale.
Meanwhile, Ying Zijin spread out her Inner Strength, forcibly suppressing the surging sea water.
The two coordinated seamlessly, clearing a stable path for the planes.
Apart from Jiang Ran, who was an exception, ancient martial grandmasters could go on for days and nights without rest and naturally witnessed this scene.
Even the Second Elder was dumbfounded.
Previously, he had only seen the ancestors of the three Lin Xie Yue families with such capability, which required over three centuries of Ancient Martial Cultivation.
Yet in just three months of absence, these two prodigies’ cultivation had already advanced to such a degree?!
Ying Zijin looked up, eyes narrowing, "He’s at the southwest corner, seven o’clock direction."
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