Flaws?

Jieyin responded calmly, his expression unchanged, offering no conclusion.

His gaze quietly shifted toward where Tongtian and the others stood.

"Brother, should we stay and watch?"

Yuanshi's brows furrowed slightly, his tone carrying a hint of displeasure and resistance.

Dijun's actions were, plainly put, a blatant display of strength and provocation, meant to establish his prestige before the Saints.

With his pride, how could he possibly swallow such an insult?

If Tongtian had not yet stated his position, he would have long since acted to teach that arrogant fool a lesson.

"No need to rush. We can wait."

Laozi's expression remained calm, as though every conflict in the world had nothing to do with him.

Yet if one looked closely into his eyes, one could still catch a trace of suppressed anger.

He was simply too calculating to reveal his emotions lightly.

As everyone's attention gradually focused on their Sect Master,

the Interception Sect elders unconsciously straightened their backs, their faces brimming with pride and high spirits.

Their reverence for Tongtian deepened by several degrees.

"Would you like to come take a look with me?"

Tongtian paid no heed to the gazes cast his way by the many cultivators around him. Turning his head toward Nuwa, he smiled faintly, his tone gentle.

He had long heard that the Heavenly Court possessed the Grand Formation of the Stars.

This formation was renowned throughout the Primordial Wilderness and ranked among its finest arrays, so he was naturally curious.

Though it was merely curiosity.

After all, he had already comprehended the laws of the Array Dao to perfection. If he truly wished to deduce this formation, it would not be difficult.

It would merely cost him some effort and time.

Now that Dijun and the others already possessed the means to deploy it, why should he trouble himself with recreating it from scratch?

What truly interested him was another thought—

He wanted to improve the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation in his possession.

That was right—the killing formation he had obtained long ago but had never truly deployed.

There was no denying that the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation possessed terrifying power, enough to intimidate an entire region.

Yet its flaws were equally obvious: he had to set up the formation to meet an enemy, then wait for the opponent to step into it.

It was too passive, not aggressive enough.

If he could transform it into something capable of taking the initiative, perhaps even unleash its power without setting up a formation at all,

then its practical combat effectiveness would increase severalfold.

"I'll listen to you."

Nuwa replied with a soft laugh, her eyes warm and gentle.

She had no interest in this so-called grand formation.

But since he wished to see it, she was naturally happy to accompany him.

At her response, Tongtian turned his gaze to Dijun, who had been waiting for quite some time.

"Then let us have a look."

Dijun's expression immediately brightened.

Though he had failed to break through to the Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm, it was a disappointment he had expected.

He had still held onto a trace of hope beforehand, but the outcome had ultimately not gone as he wished.

Fortunately, he had unexpectedly entered the Sub-Saint realm this time. What he lost in one place, he gained in another.

Compared to when he had been at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm, his current strength was no longer comparable. Suppressing his former self would be as easy as turning over his hand.

Besides, holding this heavenly wedding had been intended to display the might of the Grand Formation of the Stars to all realms.

Now that Tongtian had agreed to observe the formation, was that not exactly what he wanted?

Filled with anticipation at the thought of astonishing the Saints and the gathered cultivators, he immediately shot Kunpeng a meaningful look.

"Please, everyone, come this way."

With those words, he took the lead out of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

The group soon arrived at a vast open space.

Looking around, they saw that more than a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals had already formed up and stood ready, their aura severe and imposing.

Clearly, everything had been arranged in advance.

When Tongtian's gaze swept across the familiar rankings and palace layout in the distance, he paused briefly before letting out a helpless laugh.

Was this not a complete copy of the Interception Sect's operating model?

His peripheral vision caught Yuanshi, Zhunti, and the other cultivators, each wearing expressions that revealed their own thoughts.

A thought suddenly stirred within him:

Could numerous "sacred lands" arise across the Great Desolation Continent in the future as well?

The image of cultivators from opposing factions fighting in the future while roaring, "I am a Core Disciple of the XX Sacred Land!" flashed through his mind,

and even he could not help feeling a little stunned.

Almost at the same time, the ordinary cultivators behind them gradually noticed something unusual.

Whispers immediately broke out everywhere.

"Tsk, tsk. Five major rankings, four great halls—even the layout has been copied exactly. The Heavenly Court truly is extravagant!"

"Look, Saint Tongtian isn't angry either. Does that mean we can learn from them too?"

"Wake up. Do you have the Interception Sect's foundation? Do you have the Demon Race's resources? You probably couldn't even recruit a single disciple."

"Haha, it was just a joke. Don't take it seriously."

"I do wonder whether the Witch Race has such arrangements too. If they do, that would be interesting."

As everyone discussed the matter heatedly, Yuanshi quietly transmitted his voice to Laozi.

"Brother, that feathered beast actually beat us to it. Truly hateful!"

Laozi furrowed his brows slightly. This had caught him off guard as well.

He had long intended to imitate this system, planning to use it to recruit disciples after his thousand-year preaching ended.

Now that Dijun had seized the initiative, its appeal in the future would likely be greatly diminished.

"Senior Brother, it seems we must begin planning as soon as possible as well."

Zhunti fell silent for a moment. He had originally planned to gather more benefits in the eastern lands first, accumulate some capital, and then act.

But given the current situation, he had no choice but to make arrangements in advance.

It seemed that regardless of whether they currently possessed sufficient resources, their immediate priority was to establish this system first.

Otherwise, once all of the Primordial Wilderness began imitating it, they would no longer have any advantage.

"Once this ceremony is over, we will immediately begin preparations."

Knowing that the matter could not be delayed, Jieyin made the decision on the spot.

The subtle changes in their expressions all fell into Tongtian's eyes, and a hint of amusement rose in his heart.

Want to learn?

I'm afraid you won't even be able to copy it all.

He had long had these plans clearly mapped out. After all, in his previous life, he had been an old reader who had spent countless hours on webnovel sites. He was more familiar than anyone with the operations of fantasy sects and commercial tactics.

For example, he could first build a "Tongtian City," issue an exclusive currency, and turn the city into the most desirable trading center in the entire Primordial Wilderness.

Once the currency was monopolized, auction houses, treasure pavilions, pill shops, cultivation inns, market stalls... all of it could develop in succession.

The entry fees and transaction commissions alone would accumulate into an unimaginable amount of resources. Not to mention that the entire city would be his territory, so the largest share of its profits would naturally go to him.

He could then use those resources to support his disciples. Once their cultivation improved, they would in turn support their Sect Master—a virtuous cycle that would only grow larger and larger.

At that thought, Tongtian could not help feeling eager to try.

Go ahead and imitate it. Better yet, let everyone know about it.

As a Saint, if he wanted the entire Primordial Wilderness to know something, a single sentence would be enough.

But the Primordial Wilderness differed from the mortal world. What it lacked least was time.

After a single period of seclusion, the outside world might already have changed beyond recognition, with new powerhouses emerging one after another.

He could not possibly shout every thousand years, "Pay attention, I invented this," could he? That would be far too cheap.

Besides, true brilliance lay in comparison.

Once everyone witnessed the grandeur of Tongtian City, would they still be able to bear looking at those crude imitations?

Yet the most crucial part was that independent currency system.

Only by firmly controlling the circulation of currency could the Interception Sect truly remain invincible.

Otherwise, even if others copied and altered the model, they would ultimately siphon away profits.

Tongtian knew that this matter could not be rushed. He lightly shook his head, temporarily suppressing his eagerness, and turned his attention toward the martial arena.

At this moment, with a command from Dijun, three hundred and sixty-five Peak Grand Unity Golden Immortal generals each took a formation flag and assumed their assigned positions.

The remaining one hundred twenty-nine thousand six hundred soldiers, all Grand Unity Golden Immortals, encircled them like stars surrounding the moon.

Once the formation was complete, Dijun's thoughts stirred, and the River Diagram and Luo Book rose from within his body.

"Grand Formation of the Stars, activate!"

His furious roar echoed through the skies.

As the River Diagram and Luo Book transformed into the formation core, the three hundred and sixty-five Grand Unity Golden Immortals were the first to activate their techniques, and vast auras erupted with a thunderous boom.

Immediately afterward, more than a hundred and twenty thousand soldiers simultaneously circulated their cultivation, their momentum soaring to the heavens.

In an instant, a pressure akin to the destruction of heaven and earth shot into the nine heavens.

The sky trembled, the winds and clouds reversed, and thunderous booms resounded through the void.

Countless observing cultivators felt the suffocating pressure and paled in alarm.

Only Tongtian at the front, the Saints, and a handful of Quasi-Saint-level beings remained composed and motionless.

Meanwhile, in the depths of the starry sky countless trillions of miles away, drawn by the formation, three hundred and sixty-five primary stars along with tens of thousands of secondary stars erupted with brilliant radiance.

Streams of stellar power tore through the void and descended.

Golden light poured down, enveloping the entire Heavenly Court army formation.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

An earth-shattering aura erupted from within the formation, as though heaven and earth were about to collapse.

The surrounding cultivators all revealed shocked expressions, and even many Quasi-Saint experts turned solemn.

This combat power was actually on par with the Great Formation of the Heavenly Gods formed jointly by the Twelve Ancestral Witches back then!

A flash of surprise crossed the faces of Yuanshi, Zhunti, and the other Saints, but Dijun, who had been watching closely, immediately caught it.

Only Tongtian remained calm as still water. Not only was he unmoved, but he examined the formation closely with a trace of amusement.

In merely a few breaths, as one who had perfected the laws of the Array Dao, he had already thoroughly seen through the formation's structure.

With a faint chuckle, he met Dijun's burning gaze and spoke leisurely.

"Though your grand formation draws upon stellar power and does not consume heaven and earth spiritual energy, it is indeed ingenious."

"However, the stronger its power, the more demanding it is of the formation's structure. The slightest mistake becomes a flaw."

"From what I can see, this formation has three flaws."

The moment those words fell, the entire venue fell silent.

Whether they were the Saints high above the clouds or the countless cultivators seated below, all were stunned.

Such a formation with overwhelming might actually had flaws?

And he had named three at once?

If they were truly fixed, would the formation not become capable of reaching the heavens and penetrating the earth, unstoppable by anyone?

Everyone instinctively looked toward Yuanshi and the other four Saints, hoping to find an answer on their faces.

But when they saw that the four Saints also wore expressions of surprise and uncertainty, turbulent waves rose in their hearts.

A single thought surfaced in nearly everyone's mind at once—

Just how powerful was Saint Tongtian?

They were all in the Primordial Chaos Saint Realm, so why were Laozi and the others completely baffled while he alone could analyze it so clearly, as though reciting treasures from memory?

Feeling the gazes around them, the expressions of Yuanshi and the other four immediately darkened.

Anger surged within them, yet they could not vent it.

The frustration of having someone steal all the attention while being powerless to refute him was like a mouthful of foul air lodged in their chests, neither rising nor falling, unbearably stifling.

"I humbly ask the Saint for guidance."

Dijun's expression turned solemn. He cupped his hands in salute, his tone respectful yet sincere.

Yuanshi and the others frowned slightly, a trace of displeasure flashing through their eyes.

Naturally, they were dissatisfied that Dijun's actions amounted to ignoring them.

But the problem was that they themselves had not seen any flaws in the formation.

Though anger burned in their hearts, they could only swallow it and silently mark down the grievance.

Seeing his humble attitude, Tongtian considered for a moment. He did not keep him in suspense and spoke directly.

"First, its offensive power is acceptable, but its defensive capabilities are weak, and the structure of the formation itself is filled with hidden dangers."