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Chapter 61

In the stone palace of the Yi King, the blood pool surged, shrouded in evil energy.

Countless spiritual energies flowed from the foreheads of the immortal and demon disciples into the sleeping figure of Hua Yong in the blood pool.

His body gradually expanded, becoming three times its original size, and one could feel his spiritual energy continuously rising, already reaching the peak of a Supreme Lord.

The Yi King could hardly contain his excitement; they were just one step away.

As long as Yong’er swallowed the souls Beichen and the other three, he would ascend to god in one leap.

Outside Yi City, the golden dragon formation suddenly blazed with light, and a black dragon shadow slowly took shape.

The dragon’s tail whipped up a vortex-like gale that swept across the land, turning everything it touched to dust, with Jinyao and others at the forefront.

“This is bad; the Slaying God Formation is about to succeed!”

Jinyao and the other immortal and demon leaders quickly formed a barrier to block the gale, but the dragon shadow grew increasingly powerful, repeatedly crashing against their barrier.

“We must not let the Slaying God Dragon Soul break free from this barrier! Otherwise, countless beings in the wilderness will be annihilated!”

“Lord Immortal, how can we withstand the Dragon Soul of Lord Mu Guang?” shouted Yunxiao sect master.

Mu Guang was an ancient dragon god who had once ruled for sixty thousand years; his dragon soul was many times stronger than ordinary divine power.

“If it is a Slaying God matter, there must be a god in Yi City. As long as he can stop the Slaying God Formation from succeeding, there is still a glimmer of hope!”

Jinyao shouted gravely.

The dragon soul roared as it approached; everyone’s expressions stiffened as they poured all their spiritual energy into the barrier.

Behind them, Zhen Yu also spared no effort in channeling his demonic energy, seemingly giving it his all.

The immortals gathering at the Slaying God Formation remained oblivious; the Cold Spring Palace Master had a vacant expression, as if he were an empty shell.

On the other side of the barrier, at an altitude of a hundred meters, Zhen Yu stood on a cloud.

When Fu Ling saw Jinyao raise the barrier, she frowned slightly.

“Palace Master, if Jinyao breaks the Slaying God Formation…”

“What are you panicking about? Mu Guang’s Dragon Soul—these immortals can’t stop it! Even if Jinyao entered godhood with half a divine body now, he wouldn’t withstand a full-force strike from the Dragon Soul,” Zhen Yu said mockingly.

“Once the Dragon Soul truly awakens and the Slaying God Formation succeeds, Fan Yue will undoubtedly die.”

Fu Ling fell silent, her gaze lowered slightly as she looked at Yi City below with narrowed pupils.

Chong Zhao was still inside the city; if the Slaying God Formation succeeded, he would not survive either.

“Within the three realms, only Fan Yue is worthy to be my opponent. Today, he will fall here; I will personally send him off.”

Zhen Yu waved his hand, and a water mirror appeared before them, reflecting scenes from inside the stone palace.

Inside the stone palace, the Yi King raised his stone sword, pouring nearly all his spiritual energy into it.

Instantly, his youthful appearance turned to white hair and an aged face.

The Yi King Sword transformed into four swords that pointed directly at the four figures on the stone pillar.

Beichen and Chong Zhao’s expression changed slightly, while Mu Jiu shouted angrily: “Yi King, how dare you! The fox clan will not let you go!”

“For Yi people, this king can slay heaven or destroy earth; what do I fear from a mere fox clan!”

The Yi King spoke coldly as he waved his hand, sending four flying swords towards their foreheads.

No one noticed that Nan Wan, who had been sleeping on the stone pillar, suddenly opened his eyes.

A ball of black energy formed in his bound palms as a cold light flashed behind the Yi King.

Just then—

“Stop!”

An angry shout echoed from the entrance of the stone palace as a staff flew through mid-air, blocking all four flying swords.

With a flash of spiritual light, Hua Hong protected the four individuals in front of her.

Nan Wan’s expression changed; he lost control of his black energy and lowered his head again.

Hua Hong looked at the aged Yi King and asked, “How did you become like this?”

“Hong’er?!” Seeing Hua Hong caused a change in expression for the Yi King; anger flickered across his face:

“Are you going to oppose Yi for these people?”

“Hua Lin, you’ve been deceived! This is not a God-Creating Formation!”

Hua Hong shouted angrily.

“God-Creating? What god are you making?”

The three people on the stone pillar being used as sacrifices displayed varied expressions.

Mu Jiu exclaimed in horror: “Blacksmith! What does your mad father intend to do! Quickly break this evil formation!”

“Shut up! If you want to live, keep quiet!”

Hua Hong interrupted him sharply; Mu Jiu immediately fell silent.

The Yi King stared silently at Hua Hong with disappointment: “Since you know what I intend to do, you should also know that Yong’er becoming a god is our only hope for survival. If we lose this opportunity, Yi people will never see daylight again. Hong’er, all my mistakes were mine alone; Yong’er is innocent; your resentment should not fall upon him.”

Hua Lin mistakenly believed that her attempt to stop Hua Yong from becoming a god was out of personal grievance; enraged, Hua Hong didn’t bother to argue further.

“Who ordered you to slay immortals and demons and sacrifice them for the Spiritual Sealing formation?!”

The Yi King’s expression changed but did not answer: “Leave! Depart from Yi City; you have long been expelled from Yi people. Everything done today by the Yi is irrelevant to you.”

“You fool! Don’t you realize that all our people’s souls have been taken by that evil spirit? That person wants to use you to reverse this Spiritual Sealing formation into a killing formation! Once that dragon soul awakens within it, everyone will die!”

“Impossible!”

The Yi King’s hand controlling four stone swords paused momentarily as he shook his head slowly.

“No one can seize an entire race’s souls overnight!”

“You!”

Seeing that he didn’t believe her made Hua Hong furious just then; at that moment when Hua Yong’s supply of spiritual energy from within the blood pool been cut off, he let out a painful wail as blood flowed from his seven orifices and gathered around him like dispersing malevolence.

“Yong’er!” The Yi King’s expression changed drastically; without hesitation he roared: “Wuzhao! Stop her!”

In a corner, Wuzhao soared into action and cleaved Hua Hong’s staff with his sword.

Taking advantage of Hua Hong being entangled by Wuzhao, The Yi King waved his hand again towards Beichen and the other three on the stone pillar.

“Hua Lin!”

Hua Hong yelled angrily but was too late to prevent it.

At that instant, when flying swords pierced towards their foreheads, silver light flashed across as a silver chain descended from above to knock away all four flying swords again.

With another flash of spiritual light, Fan Yue hung suspended in mid-air with cold eyes fixated on the Yi King.

Upon seeing Fan Yue holding a silver chain, the Yi King’s expression changed dramatically as he blurted out:

“You…you are…!”

“Oh my!So awesome!”

Mu Jiu exclaimed beside him in awe; had it not been for his hands being bound,he would have applauded uncontrollably.

The Yi King was at peak Supreme Lord level, yet Fan Yue could withstand one of his strikes!

“The Yi King! Hua Hong did not deceive you—all Yi’s souls have been seized!”

At that moment, Bai Shuo appeared at the entrance of the stone palace,rushing over urgently: “They are inside this stone palace!”

“Nonsense!” The Yi King frowned.

“You dead girl! You finally returned! Hurry up and save me!” Mu Jiu shouted excitedly.

“Shut up! Enough nonsense!”

Bai Shuo almost spat at this noisy fox; Mu Jiu was repeatedly scolded until he closed his mouth pitifully.

“Ah Shuo!” Chong Zhao’s calm eyes finally showed some fluctuation, with urgency reflected in them.

However, Bai Shuo paid no mind to comfort him and shouted towards Fan Yue: “Mumu! Break through that evil spirit in the blood pool!”

Without hesitation, Fan Yue swung his silver chain towards the blood pool.

“You dare?!”

The Yi King’s expression changed slightly as he released control over his swords to stop him.

“The Yi King! Don’t you feel that Elder Rong’s golden core has already ascended?”

Bai Shuo suddenly shouted, causing Yi King to pause momentarily; just that brief distraction allowed Fan Yue’s silver chain to finally sever through black mist surrounding above blood pool.

Suddenly, countless wails erupted from within blood pool, echoing throughout the entire stone palace.

Everyone inside was taken aback and turned their gaze towards the blood pool only to see thousands upon thousands of Yi souls surging within it, the blood pool continuously devouring these souls, transforming them into strands of black evil spirit.

The evil spirit trapping everyone within this stone palace turned out to be these souls of the Yi.

The fighting beside Wuzhao and Hua Hong also came to a halt as they stared blankly at the blood pool.

“Yi King, you actually used the entire Yi race to refine your son into a god! Have you gone mad?”

Even Mu Jiu, who was usually talkative, couldn’t bear to look at the tragic scene in the blood pool.

The Yi King beside the blood pool had a stiff expression, his eyes filled with disbelief.

“It’s impossible, how could this happen…”

The Yi King looked at the Yi King Sword in his hand, trembling all over as it fell to the ground.

“Your Majesty! He deceived you! This is not a God-Creating Formation…”

Wuzhao said with a pale face, murmuring.

“Who? Who is it that made you reverse the Spiritual Sealing formation?” Hua Hong shouted angrily.

“It is…”

Wuzhao was about to speak when suddenly, a strand of black spiritual energy struck his chest.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.

“Wuzhao!” Hua Hong rushed towards him.

At that moment, an unexpected change occurred; a dagger formed from black evil energy shot straight towards the back of the Yi King.

Nan Wan, who had been hanging his head on the stone pillar, smirked.

“Foolish mortals, how could a few immortal and demon disciples become sacrifices for the Slaying God Formation? The true sacrifice is the entire Yi race and the Yi King, who is fused with the core of the Spiritual Sealing formation! As long as the Slaying God Formation succeeds and the dragon soul awakens, killing that person will earn me great merit; I will surely be the first under my master!”

The sound of the dagger piercing through flesh echoed, and Nan Wan’s smirk froze halfway.

He looked in disbelief at the iron rod that had pierced through his chest; blood spewed from his mouth as he was knocked off the pillar by the blow, crashing heavily onto the ground.

The bloodied “Nan Wan” looked up, revealing a grotesque face.

“So it was you.” Bai Shuo blurted out.

Although she appeared surprised, it was not unexpected.

Not far away, Fan Yue had appeared behind the Yi King at some point, holding the dagger transformed from evil energy.

He gently twisted it, and in an instant, the dagger turned to ashes.

Bai Shuo threw out her bag of holding and shouted: “Mumu, Big Iron Flower!”

From the bag flew out hundreds of talismans.

Fan Yue and Hua Hong unleashed countless streams of spiritual energy to guide the talismans towards the unconscious immortal and demon disciples inside the hall.

As these talismans landed on everyone, their spiritual energy was cut off from flowing into the blood pool.

The wailing souls of the Yi race in the blood pool ceased their cries, and Hua Yong, suspended above it like a kite with its string cut, fell down.

The Yi King soared into action and caught Hua Yong as he fell to the ground.

Bai Shuo immediately took out a pill and placed it in Hua Yong’s mouth.

The monstrous-looking Hua Yong instantly transformed back into his human form; all evil energy within him vanished as he appeared like an ordinary person.

“Yong’er!”

“Your Majesty, do not worry. I fed Yong’er a Clear Heart Pill; his evil energy was merely a disguise. He became this way due to demon poison; the true sacrifice for this Slaying God Formation is you.”

The Yi King was taken aback and coldly looked at the bloody mass on the ground.

Outside Yi City, a howl suddenly erupted from the dragon shadow that was about to take shape within the great formation, causing its power within the barrier to weaken.

Everyone looked up in shock and found that the black dragon shadow was slowly dissipating.

Everyone’s expressions brightened; Yunxiao sect master couldn’t help but ask.

“Lord, what happened?”

“Someone has stopped the awakening of the dragon soul!”

Inside the stone palace, Hua Hong unleashed a stream of spiritual energy that shattered the evil spirit on the stone pillar.

The Beichen and the three fell to the ground as Mu Jiu jumped around excitedly like he had survived a disaster.

“Brother Zhesang?” Chong Zhao stumbled but was supported by Bai Shuo; his face was pale as he looked at those on the ground in shock.

The evil spirit that had disguised itself as “Nan Wan” infiltrating Yi City turned out to be Zhesang, a disciple of Piaomiao sect.

“Brother?” Mu Jiu widened his eyes.

“He is a disciple of Piaomiao sect? I knew there wasn’t a good one among those immortals!”

Chong Zhao’s expression turned cold.

“Zhesang colluded with evil spirits and has already been expelled from our sect by our master.”

He looked at Zhesang.

“Zhesang, how did you escape from Ice Cave?”

“Ah Zhao, causing such a huge disturbance; a mere Ice Cave cannot trap him,” Bai Shuo’s voice sounded calmly.

Hua Hong walked over and stepped on Zhesang’s back.

The sound of bones cracking echoed as Zhesang let out a wail; he instantly became weak and gasped for breath.

Mu Jiu jumped back far away to avoid Hua Hong as if she were some kind of demoness.

“Oh my god! This daughter of the Yi King is too ruthless.”

“You guessed right; he really is an undercover piece buried in Yi City.”

Hua Hong looked at Bai Shuo with genuine admiration for the first time in her eyes.

Half an incense stick’s worth of time earlier, just as Hua Hong stepped into the passageway of the stone palace, Fan Yue arrived with Bai Shuo.

“Wait!”

Bai Shuo blocked Hua Hong.

Hua Hong’s face was filled with anger.

“What are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you to stay on the city wall?”

“If that person could deceive the Yi King until now, did he never think that once the Yi King discovers that his race’s souls have been taken away and turns against him at this critical moment, who could help him activate the Slaying God Formation then?”

Hua Hong regained some rationality.

“Are you saying…”

“I don’t know what kind of evil spirit is behind this but there must be someone from him inside this stone palace; I think I know who his hidden piece is!”

“Who is it?”

Bai Shuo quietly mentioned a name, causing Hua Hong to freeze in surprise.

“Also, I once read in the Piaomiao classics that to reverse the formation’s core, one must first destroy the core itself. I suspect that helping Hua Yong become a god is merely a ruse to deceive the Yi King. You went into the Spiritual Sealing formation back then; do you know where its core is? As long as we can protect the core, we can naturally prevent the formation from transforming into the Slaying God Formation.”

Hua Hong’s expression suddenly changed as she looked at Bai Shuo: “Every generation of the Yi King is the core of the divine formation.”

In the stone palace, Bai Shuo raised an eyebrow at Zhesang: “The Yi King is at the peak of Supreme Lord level; how many in the three realms can kill him? You certainly cannot. So your only chance is to use the Yi Prince as bait; only when the Yi King assists his son in becoming a god will he be at his weakest.”

Mu Jiu, listening from the side, was taken aback and finally realized, his eyes widening, “Are you saying that all this time we’ve been nothing but bait? The Yi King is the real sacrifice for this broken formation?”

“To be precise, besides the Yi King, there are also Yi races. Killing the Yi King would only destroy the core of the divine formation and awaken the dragon soul. The souls of the Yi are what truly drive the power of the dragon soul.”

The Yi race may be weak, but when their collective spiritual energy converges, it can rival that of a demigod.

This was the demigod power that Jinyao had been puzzled about.

In the sky above Outside Yi City, Zhen Yu looked at Zhesang, who was on the brink of death in the water mirror, and softly scoffed, “Waste.”

His gaze fell on Bai Shuo, and he smirked.

“I didn’t expect there to be such a clever girl among the immortals who could see through my plans. She’s much more to my taste than that Chong Zhao you mentioned.”

Seeing that the final sacrifice for the Slaying God Formation had been disrupted and Chong Zhao’s life was spared, Fu Ling felt a surge of joy inside but showed a hint of anger on her face:

“Palace Master, this Zhesang is indeed useless and has ruined your grand plan.”

“He’s just a discarded piece; what qualification does he have to ruin my plans?”

Zhen Yu glanced indifferently at Fu Ling.

“You don’t really think I was counting on such a waste to kill Fan Yue, do you?”

Fu Ling’s expression changed slightly as she quickly turned to look into the water mirror.

Zhen Yu seemed oblivious to Fu Ling’s concern, his eyes revealing a cryptic meaning.

Was destroying an entire race just to activate this evil formation?

After Bai Shuo finished speaking, everyone in the hall felt a chill in their hearts.

Mu Jiu swallowed hard and pointed at Zhesang’s mangled form on the ground.

“This thing caused such a huge mess?”

Suddenly breaking his silence, Zhesang glared at Bai Shuo with a dark expression.

“When did you realize I wasn’t really Nan Wan?”

With the Slaying God Formation nearly completed being destroyed, Bai Shuo also breathed a sigh of relief as she looked towards Beichen.

“I must thank Lord Beichen for this.”

“Beichen?” Mu Jiu muttered, “Impossible! This guy was originally an immortal; even I couldn’t detect any evil spirit on him. I don’t believe Beichen’s eyes are sharper than mine. Besides, Nan Wan usually behaves like this! There were no flaws!”

The Kunlun sword cultivator looked at Zhesang on the ground and suddenly recalled something as he slowly spoke: ” Huajian Stone?”

“That’s right; it’s Huajian Stone.”

Bai Shuo nodded.

” Huajian Stone is the only artifact in the three realms capable of breaking time and space. In terms of preciousness, it is not inferior to Wutong Heartfire. Such an important life-saving treasure that can only be used once must belong to Yunxiao. How could he possibly waste a day in Nanhai City for some nameless fortune-teller and thus exhaust that Huajian Stone?”

Bai Shuo glanced at her little disciple beside her: “Unless you came to Nanhai City to trade this Huajian Stone for something more important.”

“You suspected me from the very beginning? Why did you still come with me to Yi City?”

Zhesang roared angrily as everyone turned their attention to Bai Shuo.

Not just Zhesang; they were all curious.

Who would knowingly jump into a trap?

Bai Shuo truly looked innocent as she spread her hands: “Ah Zhao entered Yi City to participate in the Wutong Martial Banquet; if I didn’t follow you, how could I come in to help him?”

Bai Shuo’s reasoning made perfect sense, nearly causing Zhesang to spit blood.

He thought he was playing a game of catch-up but didn’t realize this worthless fortune-teller had been lying in wait from the start!

“Ah Shuo…” Chong Zhao’s expression softened while Bai Shuo’s little disciple’s gaze dimmed as he lowered his eyes.

“You!”

“What about me? From the beginning, I only knew you had ulterior motives. If I had guessed what you were planning earlier, you wouldn’t have brought me…”

Bai Shuo’s voice faltered slightly with guilt.

“You knew what I was planning?”

Zhesang suddenly spoke up from where he lay with his head bowed; his eyes hidden beneath layers of blood turned an eerie black as they curiously examined Bai Shuo.

Fan Yue seemed to sense something and furrowed his brow as he looked towards Zhesang.

“I know.”

Bai Shuo didn’t notice Zhesang’s abnormality.

“This is the Slaying God Formation; even the Yi King is merely at peak Supreme Lord level. If we are going to slay gods, I naturally deduced who it is you truly want to kill.”

Bai Shuo’s usually carefree face took on an icy demeanor.

“It wasn’t until I learned that there was a Slaying God Formation about to awaken in this city that I understood why you came to Nanhai City and why you were willing to give up Huajian Stone for some small fortune-teller—because your most important task in this entire game is to bring your master’s target… into this city!”

After Bai Shuo finished speaking, everyone turned their gaze towards her direction.

Mu Jiu felt as if he had been struck by lightning and blurted out to Bai Shuo, “No way! He’s trying to kill you? You’re a god? No way, my eyes can’t be deceiving me, right?”

The stone palace fell silent.

Bai Shuo was speechless.

Who was it that claimed the fox clan’s young master was exceptionally clever?

Rumors were indeed unreliable.

After shouting, Mu Jiu realized that everyone was not looking at Bai Shuo but rather at the young man behind her.

Mu Jiu blinked in surprise, his mouth agape.

“The fortune-teller, you’re not talking about your disciple, are you?”

“I haven’t seen anyone this clever in a long time. No wonder the prestigious Haoyue Palace Master, a demigod of the demon realm, would follow a half-immortal around.”

A low chuckle suddenly came from behind.

Everyone turned around in shock to see Zhesang, whose spiritual core had shattered and limbs had been severed, floating in mid-air.

He stared at Bai Shuo with pitch-black eyes.

“You’re so clever that it makes me reluctant to kill you,” Zhesang said with a smirk, suddenly revealing a strange smile at Bai Shuo.

“Why don’t you guess who the real hidden piece is that I want to kill—the Haoyue Palace Master?”

As soon as Zhesang finished speaking, his head abruptly twisted and broke off, rolling onto the ground with his eyes wide open and unblinking.

Bai Shuo’s expression changed.

Just then, an unexpected event occurred: Hua Hong was sent flying like a kite with its string cut, and her iron staff—always in her hand—was seized by someone and brutally thrust into the chest of the Yi King.

 

 

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