Jiang Ziya was rescued

The night was black as ink. The Shang and Zhou encampments faced each other across the distance, while invisible torrents of magic collided violently in the void, churning and surging.

The Heavenly Fragrance Music Immortal drove the Soul-Falling Formation to its utmost, combining the strength of the Eight Legions, Zhang Jie, and Tao Rong—all ten of them—to reinforce it layer upon layer. The formation's power towered to the heavens, and murderous intent filled every corner.

Yet even with all ten joining forces, they could scarcely contend with the Immortal Official of the South Pole and his profound reserves of power.

After a clash of souls and sorcery across the distance, Jiang Ziya's two heavenly souls and six earthly souls, imprisoned within the Soul-Falling Formation, were finally wrenched free by a vast, crystalline current of immortal power and drawn away.

"Pfft—!"

The formation broke, and its magic recoiled upon its wielders. All ten shuddered violently, felt blood rise sweetly in their throats, and spat out mouthfuls of it together. Their auras plummeted, their faces turned deathly pale, and the formation patterns surrounding them instantly dimmed and shattered.

Just then, Wenzhong stepped onto the ritual platform within the Soul-Falling Formation.

Before his eyes, the straw effigy that had imprisoned Jiang Ziya's souls lost every trace of spirit light. Blackened from head to foot, it crumbled into a scattering of ash in an instant and drifted away on the wind.

Wenzhong's heart sank. His expression grew grave as he asked in a low voice, "What master could forcibly seize Jiang Ziya's souls with all ten fellow Daoists guarding them together?"

The Heavenly Fragrance Music Immortal regulated her breathing for a moment, suppressing the blood and vital energy surging within her. She shook her head slightly, her voice carrying a measure of wariness. "The