The Dharma Form Escapes Confinement, the Heluo Grand Formation

Di Jun's hand seals shifted abruptly. The River Diagram and Luo Script rose into the air, radiating an unprecedented, dazzling spiritual light.

The Dao resonance of the two Innate Spiritual Treasures intertwined, unfurling a primordial world tableau that encompassed all phenomena across the void.

"Primordial Chaos Luo River Great Formation!"

"Open!"

At his command, the entire sea seemed to be pulled into another dimension.

Towering waves surged into dragon forms, the vast ocean churned and gave birth to luminous pearls. Countless mountains and rivers arranged themselves into formation, while the stars of the Zhou Tian cast down silver radiance.

This formation not only manifested the scene of the Primordial World's first opening of Heaven and Earth, but in an instant, it also enacted the vicissitudes of seas turning to mulberry fields.

Just as this all-encompassing myriad phenomena was about to completely shroud the four directions—

Clang!

Donghua's gaze sharpened. The Jingyang Bell above his head suddenly rang out!

The ancient, simple bell tone resounded through the void. Where the sound waves passed, the boiling myriad phenomena froze for a moment.

This Dao Sound did not directly contend with the mighty power of the Luo River Great Formation. Instead, it precisely locked onto the billionth-of-a-second gap in spacetime transformation as the formation evolved.

In that fleeting instant, Donghua's Dharma Aspect separated from his true body.

The Dharma Aspect raised both hands, holding the Tang Valley condensed like a pearl. Within the frozen spacetime, it transformed into a streak of flowing light, following the brief passage opened by the Jingyang Bell's sound. In an instant, it pierced through countless illusions and vanished beyond the formation.

"Arrogant wretch! How dare you insult me so?!"

Golden flames burst from Di Jun's eyes. This cultivator before him, locked in a life-or-death struggle, actually dared to actively split off part of his Divine Sense and Magic Power!

Such an act clearly meant he believed he could contend with Di Jun even without full concentration!

At this thought, Di Jun's voice exploded like a thunderclap from the Nine Heavens, and the Solar True Fire around him blazed to life.

The Lord of the Sun Star laughed in extreme fury, the flames in his golden eyes nearly solidifying:

"You dare to divide your focus while contending with me?!"

As the Lord of the Sun Star, a supreme powerhouse wielding an Innate Spiritual Treasure, when had he ever suffered such disdain? Donghua's move was no mere competition for a spiritual treasure—it was utter contempt for Di Jun's cultivation!

"Today, if I do not slay you, I am unworthy to be called the Lord of the Sun!"

With Di Jun's silence, the Primordial Chaos Luo River Great Formation fully closed. The Zhou Tian stars cast down billions of silver rays, turning the entire sea into an absolute cage.

Donghua's true body stood within the formation, letting the violent star power batter his Pure Yang Daoist Robe.

He had separated his Dharma Aspect because his mind was clear: with Di Jun here, Taiyi could shatter space and arrive at any moment. One-on-one, he could still contend with Di Jun; one-on-two, he could only guarantee his own escape.

Victory or defeat in this battle was unimportant. The urgent task was to take the Tang Valley, for the Lesser Yang Origin within that Fusang Tree was crucial to his path on the Hunyuan Path.

Now that the Fusang Tree had been taken, he could indeed fight Di Jun.

Within the Primordial Chaos Luo River Great Formation, Donghua saw spacetime inverted, stars cascading like waterfalls flowing upstream; mountains and rivers like blades, slashing across the void.

The formation shifted abruptly. The billions of motes of dust in the heavens were no longer silent. Like a galaxy pressing down, they descended with a pressure that could extinguish one's Primordial Spirit.

As the celestial dust attacked, the seemingly calm river beneath Donghua's feet also struck! The river water surged skyward, evolving countless phantoms of collapsing mountains and inverted seas—an apocalyptic vision that intertwined with the descending star power above into a net of certain death.

At this moment, all directions of Heaven and Earth were enemies, seeking to completely suppress him within the evolution of the Primordial Chaos Luo River.

Donghua stood still, unmoving as a mountain.

The Stream of Time around him coiled like a silver ribbon, its flow reflecting the rise and fall of ten thousand ages. The surrounding attacks were continuously absorbed into it, like clay oxen entering the sea—vanishing without a trace.

Donghua's eyes were half-closed, but his Divine Sense had already turned into thousands of threads, probing every minute gap in the formation's operation.

Di Jun truly is one who, in later ages, would comprehend the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Formation, Donghua thought silently. Now, relying on the two Innate Spiritual Treasures, the River Diagram and Luo Script, he has deduced this profound formation, the Primordial Chaos Luo River.

Around Donghua, the formation shifted, overlapping phantoms of mountains and rivers appearing, the tides of the four seas rising and falling, encompassing the entire cycle of life and change of all things in the Primordial World.

A pity, though this formation subtly aligned with the Principles of Heaven and Earth, it ultimately leaned toward trapping and evolution. Compared to the future Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Formation, it was still somewhat lacking in the way of slaughter.

Donghua bore two protective spiritual treasures—the Stream of Time and the Pure Yang Daoist Robe—their defensive properties complementing each other perfectly. No matter how the myriad phenomena within the formation changed, he remained unmoved.

Unless Taiyi personally arrived with the supreme treasure, the Chaos Bell, this Primordial Chaos Luo River Great Formation, no matter how exquisite, could not harm him in the slightest.

"Daoist friend, if this is all the strength you have, you cannot touch a single hair on my head."

Elsewhere, hidden behind infinite transformations, Di Jun heard these words, and his expression darkened instantly.

Yet he understood in his heart that Donghua spoke the truth. He had exhausted his means, and indeed, he could not break Donghua's defense.

To forge a death feud with such a figure over a mere unseen opportunity was truly unwise.

After long deliberation, Di Jun's voice rang out again, coming from all directions—ethereal and elusive, seeming both near and far, piercing straight to the heart:

"Daoist friend, trapped in this formation, we both know the outcome. I find it difficult to harm you; and for you to break out of this formation is no easy task either. If we remain deadlocked, it will only waste our years. Why persist?"

Di Jun's voice paused briefly, then sounded again, heavier and slower:

"Earlier, I was indeed hasty in my actions. I apologize to you, Daoist friend. How about we each take a step back and end this here?"

A cold light flickered in Donghua's eyes. The Jingyang Bell above his head boomed, its vast bell waves sweeping outward, forcing back the surging formation light around him by several feet.

"This battle—do you think you can start it and end it as you please?"

Hearing Donghua's words, Di Jun's tone suddenly turned harsh, a sharp edge cutting through:

"Then what do you want?!"

"Do you truly believe you can break my Primordial Chaos Luo River Great Formation?"

"Why would I not be able to?"

Without further words, the Jingyang Bell atop Donghua's head rang out in an unbroken cascade, its vast bell-tides sweeping outward like a flood. Wherever they passed, the formation's lines flickered and dimmed, forcing the hidden Luo River trajectories to reveal themselves one after another, compelling the Primordial Chaos Luo River Great Formation to ceaselessly shift and adapt in response.

At the same time, the Stream of Time coiled around him, guarding his person with impenetrable thoroughness. No matter how many illusions surged from beyond the formation or how many hidden killing intents lurked within, they were all scoured and dissolved in the flowing currents of time.

The Pure Yang Daoist Robe rippled with layers of clear radiance, quietly dissolving the occasional residual waves that managed to seep through.

In the interstices of this alternating offense and defense, where the bell's echoes lingered, Donghua's eyes narrowed slightly. His Divine Sense had already spread outward along with the bell-tides.

Every fluctuation of spiritual power and shift in the formation's rules—triggered as it struggled to counter the Jingyang Bell's impact—was clearly captured by him, deduced and analyzed within his mind.

As his thoughts turned, Donghua realized that only Di Jun was present here; Taiyi had not yet arrived. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

It was the perfect chance to gauge Di Jun's true depth and strength, and in turn, to test the measure of his own abilities.

Unlike Donghua, who displayed complete composure, deep within the formation, Di Jun's expression was grim. Fine beads of sweat seeped from his brow, and faint veins bulged at his temples. His Magic Power poured out like a surging tide, sustaining the formation's operation. Even as a Da Luo, he was gradually feeling the strain.

Di Jun had laid down the formation to gain an advantage, yet as the assault dragged on without resolution, the situation grew delicate.

Within the formation, Donghua only needed to wield his spiritual treasures to shield himself, guarding flawlessly. His expenditure of divine thought and Magic Power was naturally far less than Di Jun's.

But Di Jun had to continuously maintain this vast formation that covered the surrounding heavens and earth. His divine thought and Magic Power drained away like flowing water. If this continued, he would find himself subtly trapped in a passive position.