The main world,
in the boundless chaos,
the four primordial saints led by Taishang Laojun—no, the six primordial saints—were anxiously arranging something.
"Quick, Junior Brother Jieyin, put it over there!"
"No, not you!"
"I mean that Junior Brother Jieyin... Ah, forget it!"
Taishang Laojun looked at Journey to the West Jieyin, who wore a bewildered expression, and grew somewhat irritated. After a moment's thought, he said:
"From now on, when I say 'Fellow Daoist Jieyin,' I mean you. When I say 'Junior Brother Jieyin,' I mean him. Understand?"
"Understood..."
Journey to the West Jieyin nodded obediently. Compared to the impending 'calamity,' this was all trivial and could be ignored.
What worried him most right now was...
"Fellow Daoist, is this thing really going to work?"
Looking at the Chanjiao Great Luos and Quasi-Saints taking their positions one after another under Taishang Laojun's direction, Journey to the West Jieyin murmured with concern:
"Although the Great Formation of the Stars can trap a saint, this time we're facing our master and several other saints..."
"Then what do you suggest?!"
Already in a foul mood, Taishang Laojun spread his hands at those words.
"Fellow Daoist Jieyin, why don't you do it?"
"I..."
Journey to the West Jieyin opened his mouth. He wanted to say that if they wanted him to do it, then he would. It was only a formation—what made them think he didn't know how to set one up?
But when the words reached his lips...
Well!
He really didn't know how!
This was a top-tier killing formation left behind by the ancient demon race. Besides, it wasn't much use against saints like them, so he'd never paid it much attention.
But even without studying it closely, he knew it had limited power against saints!
Take the Nine Bends Yellow River