Taiyi hovered in midair, cradling the Chaos Bell. Its chime rang long and clear.
His gaze fell on the Purple Mansion Continent, where a golden formation diagram slowly revolved and the shadowy figures of myriad immortals flickered in and out of view.
"The Myriad Immortals Formation."
Taiyi said, "King Father of the East has some skill after all, to have set up a formation like this."
Kunpeng's expression darkened. "The Myriad Immortals Formation may be powerful, but it only boosts his cultivation by drawing on the strength of the immortals.
King Father of the East himself is merely an Early Quasi-Sage. Even with the formation's support, he can only reach Mid-Quasi-Saint.
We are both Mid-Quasi-Saints, and we have the Chaos Bell. Breaking this formation won't be difficult."
Taiyi nodded. "You're right, Teacher. But our aim isn't to break the formation. It's to make King Father of the East yield. We'll offer him a chance before resorting to force and see whether he knows what's good for him."
Kunpeng said, "Then let's speak to him first."
The two rode their Escape Light into the sky above the Purple Mansion Continent. Taiyi's voice thundered overhead:
"King Father of the East, come out and face me!"
Within the Purple Mansion Continent, King Father of the East looked up.
He saw Taiyi and Kunpeng, and behind them, the vast Demon Clan army blotting out the sky. His face grew grave, but there was no fear in his eyes.
"I'm here!" King Father of the East shouted. He rose into the sky on his Escape Light.
Behind him followed 3,600 Immortal Officials, immortal light flowing around them, their bearing imposing.
The diagram of the Myriad Immortals Formation slowly revolved above their heads, bathing the Purple Mansion Continent in golden light as bright as day.
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