Two Emperors Captured, the Atlas's Secret

"Those who follow different paths cannot make common plans. Words are useless. Fight!"

Fuxi remained unmoved and said with unwavering resolve.

"Hmph! Fuxi, refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit."

"Primordial He Luo, formation arise!"

Taiyi snorted coldly, his tone full of disdain.

Then Taiyi and Changxi simultaneously activated their innate divine abilities. With yin and yang united, the Primordial He Luo Great Formation, which had once looked down upon the ancient Primordial World, finally displayed the ultimate terror worthy of the Ancient Heavenly Court's world-protecting formation.

Layer upon layer, the formation ground downward. The grand mathematical laws of heaven and earth were infinitely magnified at that moment, turning into invisible nooses that relentlessly dismantled and eroded the Formation Dao foundation of the Primordial Eight Trigrams Formation.

"Taiyi, Changxi! You are unworthy of being Demon Emperor and Demon Empress. Relying on strength to bully the weak, using numbers against the few, you think you can overthrow the rightful order of the Heavenly Dao? Utterly absurd!"

"The order of the Heavenly Court has endured since ancient times. It is the pivot of the Heavenly Dao's operation. How could the remnants of your Demon Court overthrow it as they please?"

Fuxi sat upright upon a qin platform in the void, his elegant Dao robe snapping in the violent astral winds. His ten fingers flew, leaving countless afterimages as he desperately plucked the Fuxi Qin in his hands.

Myriad heavenly notes became golden ripples, trying to uphold a tranquil patch of heaven and earth amidst this desperate situation, resisting Taiyi and Changxi's overwhelming assault.

Yet his expression grew increasingly grave. The Dao pattern between his brows, representing the source of the Taiji Eight Trigrams, flickered visibly like a dying candle in the wind.

His once flawless system of attack and defense, sufficient