The entire Three Realms shook violently. The Myriad Immortals Formation still hadn't stopped Western Zhou from rising, and the fall of Shang Zhou remained inevitable.
Hua Dou watched it all calmly. No matter how great a person's divine abilities were, they couldn't stand against the grand course of Heaven and Earth. Even with a Saint's magic power, with beings no weaker than them, and with the Dao Ancestor himself, it was still impossible. The Myriad Immortals Formation was fearsome, and though it had only unleashed part of its power, it still couldn't overcome Heaven's will.
Saint Tongtian had prepared the Six Souls Banner. It had six tails, each bearing the name of one of Ji Fa, Jiang Shang, Primordial Heavenly Venerate, Grand Supreme Elder Lao, Zhunti, and Jieyin. One was to use talisman seals morning and night, and once the worship was complete, shake the banner to take their lives at once. But he had entrusted it to Long-eared Dingguang Immortal, who had already betrayed his sect. Truly, man's plans were no match for Heaven's; all that preparation had come to nothing.
Saint Tongtian was filled with grievance. Watching one disciple after another either appear on the Investiture of the Gods or be captured, he could barely suppress the urge to kill. Dao Ancestor Hongjun was genuinely afraid that Sect Master Tongtian, pushed too far and heedless of the grand scheme, might do something irreversible. Fortunately, Tongtian knew when to advance and when to retreat. He didn't dare unleash his formation's full power recklessly, keeping it suppressed to a level Heaven and Earth could accept. Otherwise, forget using a formation—even a battle between Saints could unleash divine abilities capable of destroying Heaven and Earth. The Immortal Slaying Sword Formation had reduced even the Primordial World, where spiritual energy was most