Shen Gongbao was still laughing wildly above the formation, his mocking voice yet to fade, when the sky abruptly changed color.
Vast purple qi swept in from the east, blanketing the heavens as two figures whose might dominated the ages descended without a sound.
The Saints' boundless Dao resonance instantly swept across heaven and earth, dispersing all the malicious qi within the formation and making the air solidify like iron.
The Primordial Heavenly Venerate sat in the Sandalwood Chariot, surrounded by countless auspicious clouds and layers of radiant qi, his lowered gaze radiating majesty.
Taishang Laojun rode the Green Ox, purple mist swirling beneath its hooves. His expression was leisurely, yet his supreme authority was unmistakable.
The two Saints stood side by side in the void, their august might enveloping the surroundings and making the entire Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation tremble.
Shen Gongbao's wild laughter abruptly froze as a terrifying pressure far beyond his imagination crashed down upon him, making even his soul shudder.
His bones and sinews creaked inch by inch. Utterly powerless to resist, he was crushed flat in midair before slamming into the ground, unable to move.
With great difficulty, he raised his head to look up at the two supreme figures in the sky. His pupils contracted, his face twisted with horror, and he cried out in a badly trembling voice.
"M-Master! Eldest Martial Uncle!"
Turmoil surged through his heart as he murmured inwardly in panic:
How is this possible? Wasn't it expressly stated that Saints couldn't enter the battlefield of God Conferment themselves?
He had previously heard Yunxiao say with his own ears that the Heavenly Dao had set rules for the Great Tribulation of Investiture of the Gods: Saints were forbidden from entering the mortal battlefield or interfering with the outcome of battles within