Breaching the Formation

In the vast Chaos, though there were several sacred realms, in terms of scale and function, Great Immortal Yang Mei's held unparalleled superiority. It was a nascent world, lacking only the natural propagation of life; everything else was present.

However, Great Immortal Yang Mei remained unwilling to settle. He wished to perfect it bit by bit.

Now, an opportunity had arisen—an opportunity to provide his small world with a continuous source of vitality.

Great Immortal Yang Mei was so excited he could barely contain himself.

Could his long-cherished wish finally be realized today?

With a slightly trembling voice, Great Immortal Yang Mei asked the Four Spirits of Heaven and Earth, "Fellow Daoists, are you ready?"

Golden Crow Daoist bowed forward and said, "We await the Great Immortal's command."

Great Immortal Yang Mei addressed the assembled Demon Gods in the great hall, "Bring forth the Star Banners and set up the formation."

A continuous rumbling sound was heard as three hundred and sixty-five great banners, each a thousand feet tall, rose from beneath the ground. At the apex of each banner floated a Chaos Demon God, who roared in unison! Suddenly, three hundred and sixty-five beams of starlight were drawn from beyond the starry sky. The entire world became as brilliant as a galaxy, shimmering with radiance. Enveloped by a pure starlight, those bathed within felt an unprecedented illusion: the power of these stars filled them with strength, their muscles absorbing the starlight bit by bit, reaching their peak.

Those beneath the banners felt the power contained pure yin, pure yang, the five elements, wind, rain, thunder, and lightning. Some could revive withered trees, while others could extinguish life. Each of the three hundred and sixty-five beams of starlight possessed a unique property.

The three hundred and sixty-five Myriad Stars of this world, along with eighty-four thousand lesser stars, were drawn by the Grand Formation of the Myriad Stars, moving in accordance with profound and mysterious trajectories. The stars in the sky shone brilliantly, gradually growing larger and emitting even more dazzling starlight. Some even plunged towards the ground like shooting stars, growing larger and lower, seemingly within reach.

Great Immortal Yang Mei exclaimed in alarm, "Not good! These stars are rootless and becoming unstable. I request the Four Spirits to intervene."

Golden Crow Daoist unleashed his Emperor avatar, transforming into his three-legged Golden Crow true form. With a clear cry, he erupted into a sea of fire, each flame carrying primordial essence as it flew towards the myriad stars. The largest flame coalesced into a sun, providing a continuous source of yang energy for this world.

Long Ming acted similarly, each drop of water carrying its primordial essence as it flew into the stars. A chilling power of water condensed into a moon. However, it was not condensed by Taiyin's power, but with continuous evolution, it would eventually reach perfection.

E Xiao and Xuanwu also complied without question, dividing their primordial essence. One sustained the heavens, and the other sustained the earth. The Four Spirits of Heaven and Earth arranged themselves in the four cardinal directions, forming the Four Symbols formation.

Great Immortal Yang Mei and Dao Lord Lu Ya exchanged a smile and stepped forward, their voices merging into a single question directed at the assembled gods and demons: "Pangu, do you dare to fight?"

Pangu, who had been observing the situation, employed the Dharma Heaven Dharma Earth divine ability and laughed heartily, "What is there to fear?" He swiftly entered Great Immortal Yang Mei's world.

Great Immortal Yang Mei commanded, "Activate the great formation and let Pangu in. Let's see what he's capable of!"

One person wielded the main Star Banner, executing control techniques. A deafening crack resounded, piercing Pangu's ears like a thunderclap that shook the nine provinces!

Great Immortal Yang Mei instructed, "Once Pangu enters the formation, do not act rashly. We will use the great formation to deal with him."

Some cultivators, disbelieving, saw Pangu enter the formation and attacked him. It was laughable that these gods and demons overestimated their strength; without even their innate spirit treasures, they still sought to assert dominance. Under Pangu's Law of Strength, perhaps before the starlight could offer any protection, they were torn to shreds by his formidable power!

"Long Star Pierces the Moon!"

The stars descended, and the sky filled with meteors, like a massive, glittering fire dragon, emitting a "shashasha" sound, occasionally punctuated by explosions. Along their paths, they left behind wisps of cloud-like trails, a truly spectacular sight.

These meteors, imbued with immense explosive force, attacked Pangu in unison.

Pangu looked at the oncoming meteorites and smiled, "A mere parlor trick!" He used his incredibly tough body to withstand them head-on. Each whistling meteorite left only faint traces on Pangu's body.

Only a body approaching the Ninth Revolution's resilience dared to take such a blow. Without such a powerful physique, one might have to endure a similar fate, possibly losing a layer of skin even if they survived, especially within such a confined formation where evasion was limited.

"Star Radiance Illuminates the Earth!"

Three hundred and sixty-five bright stars appeared in the boundless starry sky, each shooting a beam of light. The starlight intertwined and crisscrossed, emitting a blinding glare. An aura of destruction accompanied each beam, like lasers in the present world, containing infinite energy that could slice through stone as easily as tofu.

Pangu tested the edge of the starlight with his palm, instantly receiving a cut. Such was the terrifying power. Pangu moved rapidly, attempting to dodge the terrifying beams. However, how could he completely evade three hundred and sixty-five interwoven beams? Pangu's body was continuously grazed by starlight. Even setting up restrictions around himself proved futile against the penetrating power of the starlight.

This caused the attacking gods and demons to erupt in cheers. Was this all Pangu could do? Laughter echoed continuously.

Great Immortal Yang Mei, however, was somewhat surprised. The starlight's power was immense. Although it could inflict some damage on Pangu, his terrifying recovery speed was truly monstrous. Pangu appeared to be in a sorry state, but it was merely a momentary lapse in attention that had him restrained by the starlight, forcing him to dodge.

Pangu still attacked. His attacks were the sharpest in the world.

Pangu swayed like a small surfboard in a storm, unsure if he could withstand the starlight. He dared not test it and had no time to attack. For Pangu, attack had always been the best defense, but now he had no opening. He feared being caught by the starlight.

At this moment, the Chaos Green Lotus emanated a hazy, grayish-white mist, enveloping Pangu layer by layer. The starlight vanished. Although it couldn't penetrate the Chaos mist, it was rapidly being eroded. Each collision between the mist and the starlight caused a significant portion of the mist to dissipate.

However, this bought Pangu an opportunity to attack. Pangu roared, "Sky Rend!"

A colossal axe shadow appeared out of thin air, ancient and desolate. It seemed poised to cleave, exuding an aura of destruction that made the heavens and earth unstable, as if trembling.

Great Immortal Yang Mei cried out in alarm, "Stop him!"

"Stars Gather in Nine Heavens!"

The three hundred and sixty-five beams of starlight rapidly condensed, forming a silver river that coiled through the nine heavens, confronting the axe shadow. The axe shadow struck the silver river, pausing momentarily. It did not unleash its full force, and the axe shadow began to dissipate, but the Law of Strength within it did not vanish, piercing the white silk.

However, it lacked the destructive momentum and did not shatter the silver river. The starlight shifted and returned to its original state.

Pangu seized the opportunity to strengthen the Chaos Green Lotus's defenses. Chaos light swirled around the Green Lotus as he silently observed the myriad stars.

Seeing the silver river block the axe shadow, everyone felt a sense of relief. The destructive aura had left them trembling with fear, and they were fortunate the starlight was so formidable.

Great Immortal Yang Mei saw that Pangu had stopped and was sitting on the Green Lotus in contemplation. He couldn't help but wonder what percentage of Pangu's power that single axe strike had represented. It was best to consider it a fierce blow, even if he wasn't actively attacking.

"Myriad Stars Grinding Mill!"

The starlight in the nine heavens seemed to possess boundless sentience. The starlight transformed according to the principles of Yin Yang, becoming two grinding stones, one black and one white. Their rough surfaces bore the marks of time, and each stone had a hole. The two stones attracted each other, rotating in opposite directions.

These colossal grinding stones occupied the entire world. Whenever the two halves met, a powerful suction force was generated. Everything beneath the eight grinding stones was drawn into the mill and expelled as Chaos energy through the upper holes.

These grinding stones instantly immobilized Pangu in mid-air. Pangu struggled to stand, resisting the suction force. His veins bulged, his muscles swelled like small mountains, and his body continuously grew larger. With a stomp of his feet, they sank deeply into the earth of this world.

These two feet, spiritualized into the Earth Spirit Xuanwu, trembled violently as if struck by a powerful blow, nearly knocking him unconscious.

While Pangu struggled, the Demon Gods supporting the Myriad Stars Grinding Mill were also suffering, feeling their vital essence being rapidly siphoned away by the grinding mill. This was a case of harming oneself while trying to defeat the enemy.

The Chaos Green Lotus transformed into its complete form, a swaying green lotus with red flowers, green leaves, and a white stem, positioned above Pangu's head. Pangu immediately felt the pressure lessen. He wanted to swing his axe to attack, but his arms felt as if they were filled with lead, heavy and stiff, rendering him unable to move them even slightly.

The two seemed to be at a standstill, neither able to overcome the other, locked in a stalemate.

The Golden Crow Daoist was terrified at this moment. The Myriad Stars Grinding Mill was absorbing his essence, energy, and spirit more intensely than it did ordinary gods and demons. He was the Supreme Yang of heaven and earth, and his essence felt like it was being fed into the white stone mill ceaselessly, maintaining its rotation. Each rotation felt like a piece of flesh being torn from him. He couldn't help but curse, "Yang Mei, you brat, stop this at once! Pangu isn't dead, and if he were, all us gods and demons would turn to dust."

Long Ming felt the same way, experiencing the same ordeal. It was simply "suffering." He continuously mobilized the water elements within the Chaos to repair the depletion of his spiritual energy.

Great Immortal Yang Mei said with a pained expression, "This stone mill is resisting Pangu on its own; I can't control it." He kept casting spells, hoping to gain control of the Myriad Stars Grinding Mill, though it seemed to be of no avail.

The Golden Crow Daoist cursed loudly, "You scoundrel, you're going to get us all killed!" He transformed into his innate Golden Crow form, constantly resisting the suction force of the Myriad Stars Grinding Mill.