The Immortal Slaying Sword Formation

Relying on the might of his supreme treasure, Yin-Yang Ancestor strode slowly toward the formation.

Even the sword qi of the Lesser Immortal Sword could do nothing to him.

As Qiankun Ancestor approached the Immortal Trapping Gate, facing the boundless sword qi rushing toward him, he remained composed and unruffled.

"Heh."

The corners of Qiankun Ancestor's mouth lifted slightly in a confident smile. He swept his broad sleeve, and an ancient, unadorned giant cauldron shot into the sky, hovering above his head.

This giant cauldron was no less remarkable than the other supreme treasures. It was called the Qiankun Cauldron.

The cauldron's power could transform acquired treasures into innate ones. Any acquired treasure refined inside it could be turned into an innate treasure, making it an extraordinary artifact.

The killing intent of the Immortal Trapping Sword rushed toward him and fell into the giant cauldron, only to vanish as if a stone had sunk into the sea. It raised the faintest ripple and did nothing else.

The Qiankun Cauldron was also an Innate Supreme Treasure.

Unfortunately, Qiankun Ancestor still hadn't mastered any of its powers.

Otherwise, with the Qiankun Cauldron alone, he could have dealt with Luohu by himself.

Compared to the other three, Great Immortal Yang Mei seemed to have nothing at all. In truth, however, Yang Mei was the one among them who had truly attained the mysteries of creation.

He had been born as a Hollow Willow, and thus possessed extraordinary innate abilities. No one could surpass his mastery of the Law of Space.

Before the sword qi of the Absolute Immortal Sword could even reach him, the spatial turbulence around him had already shredded it. No matter how it changed, before pure spatial turbulence, its only fate was annihilation.

By comparison, Great Immortal Yang Mei was the most at ease of them all.

"Hongjun, after this battle, the title of Dao Ancestor will be mine!"

Although this Yang Mei was a transmigrator, he had never slacked off in his cultivation. If anything, he had been especially diligent.

He was afraid that being a transmigrator might leave his foundations unstable.

His cultivation was steady and solid. Otherwise, he couldn't have been the strongest of the four.

He was ninety percent like the original Great Immortal Yang Mei, and perhaps even a little stronger. The only difference was that he knew the story of the future and believed that everything was Hongjun's scheme. Of course, it might have been the original Hongjun's scheme—but now, Great Dao Hongjun was the one inside Hongjun's body. The outcome was obvious.

At that moment, Great Immortal Yang Mei could already picture it: he would become a Sage before Hongjun... Tsk, tsk, tsk. Hongjun's expression would be priceless, wouldn't it?

So what if Hongjun knew the Heavenly Secrets? As a transmigrator, he was the true Heavenly Secrets!

With his arrangements, everything had ultimately gone in the direction he wanted.

All four of them entered the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, and it turned out to be so powerless. Heh...

The Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, the greatest killing formation in the Primordial World? It was nothing special!

When all Four Swords of Zhu Xian were wielded by one person, they were already equivalent to an Innate Supreme Treasure. With the formation diagram's support, even a Sage who entered would have no choice but to flee in a sorry state.

Could these mere four Quasi-Saints, even with their supreme treasures, really wield such power?

It had to be said that unlike other supreme treasures, the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation could unleash tremendous power with nothing more than its formation diagram.

Was the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation truly so feeble?

Not at all. The way to break the formation was simply for four people of the same cultivation level as its wielder to enter together.

The sword qi of the four swords was supposed to blend together and reinforce itself, increasing in power without limit.

That was why even Heavenly Dao Sages, said to be countless times stronger than Quasi-Saints, would leave the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation in a sorry state.

But if four people entered through the formation's four gates at the same time, they could suppress the sword qi from different directions. The four streams of sword qi couldn't merge, and the formation's power was reduced countless times at its source.

That was why it seemed so effortless for the four of them to enter the formation gates.

Seeing this, Luohu was beside himself with rage.

He had thought that by drawing on the ley lines of the West to form the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, he would surely dominate the Primordial World, become the Demon Ancestor of the Devil Dao, and turn the entire Primordial World into a realm of demons.

He had never expected these four old bastards to all have supreme treasures protecting them. Each one was just strong enough to suppress the sword qi, and with all four entering at once... the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation was powerless against them.

After Hongjun reached Luohu and pinned the Immortal Slaying Sword in place, he immediately swept his Folding Fan. Boundless sword qi, shaped from purple astral winds, shot toward Luohu.

(It wouldn't suit a young man to use a Dragon Head Staff, so I'll use a Folding Fan for now. Anyway, it's supposed to be a really powerful thing.)

Qiankun Ancestor had now reached the center of the formation. He took out two more treasures, the Qiankun Diagram and the Qiankun Ruler, and pinned the Immortal Trapping Sword in place as well.

(I don't know much about these two treasures. Some people say they're the later Heaven-Measuring Ruler and Map of Mountains and Rivers.)

Yin-Yang Ancestor brought out a Twelve-Grade Merit Golden Lotus and pinned the Lesser Immortal Sword in place, then attacked Luohu alongside Hongjun.

Yang Mei swept out his hand, and a willow branch imbued with the Law of Space lashed toward the Absolute Immortal Sword. The next moment, the branch bound and immobilized the sword where it stood.

All four attacked Luohu together.

Seeing that his four swords had been pinned in place, Luohu flew into a rage and counterattacked the four with the God-Slaying Spear in hand.

A Chaos Demon God reincarnated was naturally different from an innate god or demon. An ordinary immortal would lose countless times in strength if deprived of their treasures.

But the Demon Gods had been beings who contended with Pangu in the chaos. Even without treasures, their own power was enough to let them roam unrivaled.

What was more, Luohu wielded the God-Slaying Spear and stood atop the Twelve-Grade World-Ending Black Lotus. Empowered by those two treasures, he didn't fall behind even while fighting four opponents at once.

Luohu truly deserved the title of Demon Ancestor.

Luohu transformed into a Demon God, the God-Slaying Spear in his hand unstoppable. The destructive aura of the Twelve-Grade World-Ending Black Lotus surged all around him, giving him the domineering air of someone who could take on ten thousand alone!

Even the four Ancestors, all at the same level as him, couldn't help but take his bearing seriously.

In that instant, Hongjun glanced at the three fellow Daoists beside him, including Great Immortal Yang Mei, who was also a transmigrator. They were all fighting Luohu with everything they had.

If he made even the slightest move against them from behind, one would be injured and another killed.

But would he, the Great Dao, do such a thing?

Utterly laughable.

The Great Dao was experiencing mortal life and traveling through the Primordial World, where he had befriended several righteous Daoists.

They were all doing their part for the Primordial World. How could the Great Dao commit such a despicable act?

Though Hongjun had originally been destined to trip them up, the Great Dao would not.

He treated everyone equally. Pangu had been transmigrated back then, and he hadn't said a word. These beings were inhabitants of his world, after all.

At that moment, an idea formed in Hongjun's mind.