Stars Shine over the Divine Capital

"Hmm?"

Hearing his disciple's words, Zen Master Hui Yuan turned to look around.

The Damo Shadow Wall was Shaolin's sect-protecting treasure. Even with his profound cultivation, as the one presiding over the formation, he had to expend a tremendous amount of energy—let alone while contending with the Yu Province Cauldron.

In such a short time, he had already shown signs of running dry.

His face had turned somewhat sallow, white hairs had appeared in his beard, and the weariness covering his face could not be concealed.

When he saw the cauldron-shaped clouds in the sky fade and the blood-colored light surging from the ground weaken, a trace of excitement flashed through his eyes. "Amitabha. The turning point has arrived. All disciples, heed my order—stabilize the formation!"

"Yes!"

The monks answered in unison.

Shaolin was also an Orthodox Xuan Gate sect, believing in protecting the Dharma through martial arts.

If they had a chance, who would be willing to watch the people of the Central Plains suffer such devastation?

Now that a turning point had appeared, they all strained every fiber to reinforce the formation.

The emergence of the Yu Province Cauldron was mainly caused by this great formation and the "Suihou Pearl Serpent."

Therefore, as long as they restored the great formation and suppressed the Six Kingdoms Demon Army, the "Suihou Pearl Serpent" would no longer rouse the earth veins.

It was like removing the hook—the fish would naturally return to the river.

Zen Master Hui Yuan also breathed a sigh of relief and glanced once more toward the distant plain.

No more thunderbolts were falling over the plain.

He knew that the turning point had to have come from there.

The only thing that puzzled him was that something seemed to have changed in the Mang Mountain earth veins.