Investiture of the Gods Tribulation Rises Again, the Peril of the Myriad Immortals Formation

Life in the West Kunlun moves at a snail's pace, like simmering syrup.

Sweet and viscous.

Ever since that "family banquet," this once Primordial World and murderous battlefield has been transformed by Qin Feng into a retirement garden.

At the Yaochi, ethereal mists linger.

Qin Feng remained as spineless as ever, slumped in a recliner carved from millennia-old warm jade, holding a blank book in his hand, flipping through it idly.

If you ignored his half-closed eyes and obvious sleepiness, he really looked like a supreme master on the path to enlightenment.

A circle of beautiful women surrounded them.

"My lord, what exactly should be interpreted as 'the Way follows nature'?"

The Queen Mother of the West changed into a simple, homely Daoist robe, losing some of her sharpness and gaining more gentleness. Holding an ancient scripture in her hands, she humbly sought instruction.

Qin Feng yawned, casually covered his face with the Heavenly Book, and his voice came out in a muffled tone:

"Being natural means sleeping when you want to sleep and eating when you want to eat."

"Not forcing things, not feeling resentful, living like a useless person—that is the greatest way."

If someone else had said that, the Queen Mother of the West would have to give them a good whack with the Kunlun Mirror.

But when Qin Feng said these words, the women around him seemed to have grasped some profound truth.

"I see!"

Bixiao slapped her thigh, her eyes sparkling.

"I knew I was trying to cultivate Daoism, but I could never seem to make progress. Turns out I'm just not lazy enough!"

"Go to sleep now!"

Yun Xiao helplessly restrained her restless little sister, holding a freshly brewed Enlightenment Tea in her hand. She gently added water to Qin Feng's cup with a doting smile on her lips.

"You're just listening to Brother Qin's nonsense."

"That's what he's doing..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Buzz--!

Without any warning.

The entire protective array of West Kunlun, which connects to the Earth Vein, trembled violently.

It wasn't the kind of physical tremor that shakes the earth, but a kind of shudder that comes from the depths of the soul, as if the whole world is about to collapse.

Click.

The celestial script on Qin Feng's face slid off.

Suddenly, countless water columns erupted from the calm surface of Yaochi. The auspicious birds and beasts that had been playing there seemed to sense some great terror. They let out a mournful cry, buried their heads in their wings, and cowered on the ground, trembling.

The world has changed.

The once clear blue sky was instantly covered by a thick layer of leaden clouds.

The clouds weren't black, but a dark red.

It was like a blood clot that had dried up for ten thousand years, exuding a nauseatingly sweet and violent aura.

An overwhelming aura of calamity, suppressed to its limit and a hundred times more intense than ever before, surged from the east, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly engulfing the Thirty-Three Heavens and violently impacting the Dao Heart of every living being in the Primordial World.

That was pure murderous intent.

It is a resolute act to reshape heaven and earth and annihilate all things.

"This is..."

The ancient scripture in the hands of the Queen Mother of the West fell to the ground.

She stood up abruptly, her gentle face turning deathly pale in an instant. Her phoenix eyes were fixed on the east, her pupils contracting violently.

Having risen from the ancient times to the current peak of the Quasi-Saint, she is extremely sensitive to this kind of aura.

This is a saint risking his life.

" The Immortal Slaying Sword Formation? No... that's not right."

Her fingers flew across the paper, calculating so rapidly that a thin line of blood even appeared on her fingertips from the excessive divination of celestial secrets.

"Larger, more complex, and... more insane than the Immortal Slaying Formation."

" The Tongtian Jiaozhu... he set up that formation outside Boundary Breaker Pass!"

The Myriad Immortals Formation

The moment those three words were uttered by the Queen Mother of the West, the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

Clatter

The teacup slipped from Yun Xiao's hand.

The scalding Enlightenment Tea spilled onto her skirt, but she seemed oblivious.

That usually calm and collected face, which remained unmoved even in the face of a collapsing Mount Tai, was now completely drained of color, as pale as a sheet of paper.

My body is trembling uncontrollably.

"Master..."

Yun Xiao muttered to himself, his voice filled with undisguised despair and terror.

"How could... how could it have come to this?"

" Myriad Immortals Formation is unleashed, jade and stone will be consumed in flames."

"This is the last trump card of the Interception Sect, and also... the grave of the Interception Sect."

She Taiqing what this meant.

Although the Immortal Slaying Formation is said to be unbreakable by any group of Four Saints, it is ultimately only the power of Tongtian alone.

But the Myriad Immortals Formation is different.

It was a killing machine forcibly constructed by gathering the power of ten thousand immortals of the Interception Sect, overdrawing the fortune of the entire Golden Ao Island, and even using the lives of countless disciples as the core of the formation.

They won; the Primordial World was shattered.

He lost and was expelled from the Interception Sect.

Regardless of victory or defeat, those tens of thousands of fellow disciples who had spent every day together would likely perish in this bottomless calamity.

"Big sister!"

Bixiao and Qiong Xiao panicked as well, supporting the swaying Yun Xiao on either side, their eyes filled with fear.

What should we do?

"Master has set up this formation; he must be determined to fight the Chan Sect to the death. Should we... should we go back?"

go back?

How should I reply?

That's a battlefield for saints, a meat grinder capable of destroying the heavens and the earth.

Even outsiders like Long Ji and Chang'e were overwhelmed by the terrifying Killing Intent permeating the world, their faces pale, and they subconsciously looked at the man who was still lying in the chair.

That was their backbone.

Qin Feng slowly sat up.

He didn't look at the sky or the ground; his gaze passed over the crowd and landed on that distraught face.

Yun Xiao's current state is very strange.

An unstable Dao Heart leads to a turbulent Primordial Spirit.

The causal pull from the depths of her bloodline made her want to rush back and fight to the death with her sect, yet she also felt a deep sense of powerlessness and guilt because she was part of the Immortal Alliance.

This kind of tug-of-war is enough to drive a Quasi-Saint insane.

"What's there to be afraid of?"

Qin Feng's voice wasn't loud.

It was like a morning bell piercing through the thick fog, striking precisely into everyone's heart and dispelling some of the suffocating panic.

He stood up, took a step, and instantly appeared in front of Yun Xiao.

No unnecessary words.

A warm, strong hand grasped her icy, soft hand.

boom!

A surge of extremely pure Chaos Qi forcefully rushed into Yun Xiao's body through her palm, instantly calming her restless magical Magic Power and suppressing her collapsing Dao Heart.

"Brother Qin... Brother Qin?"

Yun Xiao's eyelashes trembled slightly as she finally came to her senses. Looking at the face so close to hers, her eyes reddened, and she almost burst into tears.

"I... I'm scared."

This was the first time she had shown such a vulnerable side in front of others.

"I sensed... Master's resolute resolve, and... the deathly aura of my junior brothers and sisters."

"So many people... are going to die."

Qin Feng didn't speak, but simply tightened his grip on her hand, then raised his other hand and gently flicked her smooth forehead.

Thump.

"How stupid!"

"With me here, even if the King of Hell himself came with the Book of Life and Death to take someone away, he would have to ask me for my consent first."

His tone remained nonchalant, even carrying a hint of arrogant roguishness.

But to Yun Xiao's ears, it was more reassuring than any profound truth.

"But... that was the combined efforts of the Four Saints."

The Queen Mother of the West stepped forward, her brows furrowed, her tone heavy.

" Laozi, Yuanshi, Jieyin, Zhunti."

"Since these four sages forced Tongtian to set up the Myriad Immortals Formation, it means they are prepared to completely break off all relations."

"In this battle, even the Dao Ancestor might..."

"So what?"

Qin Feng interrupted her.

He turned around, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked at the eastern horizon that was now stained red with blood, a chilling smirk curling at the corner of his lips.

The wind blew his robes, making them flutter loudly.

"Whether it's the Myriad Immortals Formation or the Four Saints joining forces..."

"Since our Interception Sect members call me Brother Qin, and since they've moved the Three Immortals Island to my West Kunlun..."

"Then I'll take care of this mess."

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over the three Xiaos' eyes, which were filled with both worry and hope, before finally settling on Yun Xiao's tear-streaked face, his eyes softening instantly.

Don't cry.

"If your face is all smudged from crying, you won't be pretty."

"Go, tidy up."

"Let's... go to Boundary Breaker Pass."

"It's time to let those high and mighty saints know what... true power and influence really mean."

The atmosphere in the entire West Kunlun has changed.

If the atmosphere just now was as heavy and oppressive as a mountain...

So at this moment.

As Qin Feng finished speaking, a battle intent even more violent and domineering than the sky full of tribulation Tribulation Cloud erupted.

Yun Xiao took a deep breath, gripped Qin Feng's hand tightly in return, and the fear in her eyes disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented determination.

He's there.

Even if the sky falls, it can be repaired.

This is what it means to have a powerful backer.