Divine Decree: Those Who Believe Me Will Be Named on the Investiture of the Gods!

"Heh heh, that's the plan!"

With his mind made up, Zhunti began to act.

He concealed his aura to the extreme, his entire being seeming to merge with the surrounding space. Even a Saint would have difficulty detecting his presence without careful investigation.

Like the most experienced thief, he tiptoed, inch by inch, towards the edge of the Nine Bends Yellow River Formation.

As he moved, he pondered in his heart.

What should I do first after I get in?

Attack Sanxiao directly? No, although those three girls' cultivation isn't as good as mine, they have the Primordial Golden Dou and are the masters of the formation. If I really push them to desperation, they might self-destruct the formation, and that would be a huge mess.

The best approach is to feint to the east and attack in the west.

I can use Magical Power to quietly snatch those treasures from the ground, then immediately flee.

When Sanxiao discovers the treasures are stolen, they'll surely be greatly alarmed and distracted, chasing after them.

At that time, the formation will be left unattended, its power greatly reduced. I can then take the opportunity to capture all twelve Golden Immortals of the Heavenly Origin Sect, along with Sanxiao, and take them away in one go!

Perfect!

Plan successful!

The more Zhunti thought about his flawless plan, the more his lewd smile widened.

He could already imagine himself returning to Mount Sumeru laden with "fated people" and "fated items," and the look of relief that would appear on his senior brother Jieyin's eternally stoic face.

The West's great prosperity begins today!

He carefully circled around to the rear of the Nine Bends Yellow River Formation, where the yellow mist was thinnest and the Sha Qi was relatively weaker.

He extended a finger, and a trace of faint Buddhist light condensed at its tip. Like a needle, it gently poked towards the formation's barrier formed by the yellow mist.

He intended to create a small opening, just large enough for him to pass through, with the least amount of disturbance.

However, just as his fingertip was about to touch the yellow mist.

A strange premonition suddenly surged from the depths of his heart.

"Huh?"

Zhunti's movement abruptly halted.

As a Saint, a premonition like this was no accident.

It meant danger!

He immediately withdrew his finger, retreated rapidly, and hid himself once more within the folds of space, vigilantly scanning his surroundings.

But the surroundings were silent.

Calm and tranquil.

Aside from the fluctuations of laws emanating from the Taiji Diagram in the distance and the Sha Qi of the Nine Bends Yellow River Formation itself, there was nothing unusual.

"Strange... could it have been my imagination?"

Zhunti frowned.

He refused to believe it and once again extended his divine sense, meticulously scanning an area of a million li.

Still nothing.

"Hmph, putting on a show!"

Zhunti snorted coldly, thinking he might just be too nervous.

After all, this was the East, the territory of the Mystic Gate. Him, a Saint of the Western Teachings, coming here to "poach" would naturally make him a bit uneasy.

He calmed himself and decided to try again.

This time, he was even more cautious.

He even used a trace of his Saintly origin, transforming his body into complete nothingness, untainted by karma or dust.

He believed that in this state, even Taishang and Yuanshi themselves, if they didn't encounter him face-to-face, would absolutely not be able to detect him.

He once again approached the edge of the Nine Bends Yellow River Formation.

This time, he didn't use his finger to probe. Instead, he directly activated his Spiritual Power, preparing to merge his body into the yellow mist and pass through undetected.

However, just as he was about to succeed.

That feeling of unease reappeared!

And it was even stronger than the last time!

It felt as if, in the unseen depths, a pair of cold eyes were watching him.

If he dared to take another step forward, a great terror would descend!

"Who is it?!"

Zhunti was truly starting to panic now.

He abruptly stopped all his actions, his divine sense surging outwards like a storm, sweeping across the surroundings.

This time, he no longer held back, releasing his Saintly pressure without reservation, searching every inch of space.

He refused to believe that anyone could hide from his full investigation!

However, the result was still nothing.

Completely empty.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Zhunti's expression turned somewhat grim.

When things are abnormal, there must be a Yao!

This could only mean that the person hiding in the shadows, their cultivation, or rather, their stealth techniques, were far superior to his own!

But in this Primordial Era, besides Dao Ancestor Hongjun, who else could achieve this?

Taishang and Yuanshi were fighting.

Tongtian was under house arrest.

Senior Brother Jieyin was in the West.

Then who else could it be?

A name suddenly leaped into Zhunti's mind.

Nuwa!

The Saint of the Yao Race who had been hiding in Wa Huang Palace since the Lich War, detached from worldly affairs!

Could it be her?

What was she doing here? Watching the fun?

No!

Zhunti immediately dismissed the thought.

He knew Nuwa's nature well. She wouldn't stir without a reason. If there wasn't a tremendous benefit, she wouldn't bother leaving her comfortable abode.

Could it be... she was also here for the treasures and people in this formation?

The thought of this possibility made Zhunti's heart sink.

If it really was Nuwa, then things would become troublesome.

They were all Saints; none could truly defeat the other. If she was determined to compete with him, he might end up making this trip in vain.

"No, I have to find her first!"

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Zhunti's eyes.

He decided not to rush into the formation, but to force out this hidden opponent!

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