Zhao Gongming still maintained a cautious air as he said frankly, "Forgive me for speaking bluntly—the Nine Bend Yellow River Formation was indeed mentioned by the sisters, but... can it really hold those Grand Unity Golden Immortals?"
Kong Xuan threw back his head and laughed, his clear laughter drawing everyone's attention. He said slowly, "Fellow Daoist, let me explain in detail—the formation contains the Three Powers within and corresponds to the Four Symbols without. It swallows and exhales the workings of Heaven and Earth while secretly concealing the mysteries of Fortune. Within the formation are the Bewitching Immortal Pill and the Seal Immortal Incantation, designed to seize the soul, corrode the spirit, bind the body, drain magical power, destroy the Dao foundation, and tear apart the true body. Immortals who enter lose their Dao in an instant; mortals who set foot inside die on the spot. Nine bends and eighteen turns, with not a single straight stretch—it exhausts every variation of profound mystery and digs out the very roots of cultivation. Even if the Saints of the Three Teachings fell into it, they would find it difficult to break free!"
After he finished speaking, everyone held their breath, utterly stunned. No one had expected a formation to be so overbearing. Even more astonishing was Kong Xuan's familiarity with its principles—it was almost as if he had personally experienced and laid out the formation himself.
Zhao Gongming clapped his hands and laughed heartily. "If that's the case, then I'll set off at once! Three sisters, this Daoist takes his leave!"
Before his voice had even faded, he had already turned and left the tent. Auspicious clouds rose beneath his feet, propitious qi surged, golden light scattered everywhere, and misty clouds drifted like an immortal carriage as he headed straight for Three