The Primordial Chaos Luo River Great Formation

Di Jun's hand seals shifted abruptly. The River Diagram Luo Script rose into the air, shining with an unprecedented brilliance.

The Daoist charm of the two Innate Spiritual Treasures intertwined, unfurling a vast painting of the Primordial Wilderness across the void.

"The Primordial Chaos Luo River Great Formation!"

"Open!"

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

Towering waves surged into dragon shapes, pearls rose from the churning sea, countless mountains formed an array, and the stars of the Zhou Tian Star Dou cast down their silvery radiance.

This great formation not only recreated the scene of Heaven and Earth opening in the Primordial Wilderness, but also depicted the shifting of seas and fields in an instant.

Just as this boundless spectacle was about to completely envelop the four directions—

"Clang!"

Donghua's gaze sharpened, and the Jingyang Bell above his head suddenly rang out!

Its ancient peal resounded through the void. Wherever the sound waves passed, the surging myriad phenomena faltered.

This Dao Sound did not meet the power of the Primordial Chaos Luo River Great Formation head-on. Instead, it precisely fixed the one-in-a-billion gap in spacetime during the formation's evolution.

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

Holding Tang Valley aloft in both hands, his Dharmic Aspect became a streak of light in the frozen spacetime. It followed the brief passage opened by the Jingyang Bell's peal, pierced through countless illusions in an instant, and vanished beyond the formation.

"Arrogant fool! How dare you insult me like this!"

Golden flames burst from Di Jun's eyes. With his opponent fighting him to the death, this cultivator had actually dared to separate part of his divine consciousness and magical power!

That move clearly showed he believed he could contend with Di Jun without even giving him his full attention!

At the thought, Di Jun's voice boomed like thunder from the highest heavens, and the Solar True Fire around him surged.

The Lord of the Sun Star was so furious he laughed, the flames in his golden eyes almost taking on physical form.

"You dare divide your attention while fighting me?!"

As the Lord of the Sun Star and a mighty expert who wielded an Innate Spiritual Treasure, when had he ever suffered such contempt? Donghua's action went beyond a simple struggle for a spiritual treasure—it was a complete scorn for Di Jun's cultivation!

"If I don't slay you today, I am unworthy to be Lord of the Sun!"

Di Jun fell silent, and the Primordial Chaos Luo River Great Formation closed completely. The stars of the Zhou Tian Star Dou cast down countless rays of silver light, turning the whole sea into an absolute cage.

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

He had separated his Dharmic Aspect because he was clear-minded: with Di Jun here, Taiyi could arrive at any moment. One-on-one, he could still contend with Di Jun; against both of them, he could only guarantee his own escape.

Winning or losing this battle was unimportant. His urgent priority was to take Tang Valley. After all, the Lesser Yang Origin inside that Fusang Tree was crucial to his Hunyuan Path to enlightenment.

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

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

The formation shifted suddenly. The countless motes of dust in the heavens no longer lay still. They bore down like a river of stars, carrying an oppressive force that could extinguish the Nascent Soul.

As the motes in the heavens attacked, the seemingly tranquil river beneath Donghua's feet suddenly surged as well! Its waters shot skyward, conjuring countless apocalyptic visions of mountains collapsing and the four seas overturning. Interweaving with the sinking power of the stars above, they formed a deadly net.

At that moment, enemies surrounded him on every side, intent on suppressing him completely within the evolution of the Primordial Chaos Luo River.

Donghua stood perfectly still, unmoved.

The Stream of Time circled him like a silver ribbon. As it flowed, it reflected the rise and fall of ages, drawing in the surrounding attacks as if they were mud cows sinking into the sea.

Donghua's eyes were half-closed, but his divine consciousness had already spread into countless strands, probing every subtle gap in the formation's operation.

Di Jun truly deserves his later reputation as one who comprehended the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Formation, Donghua thought with a quiet sigh. With only the two Innate Spiritual Treasures, River Diagram and Luo Script, he has already deduced such a wondrous formation as the Primordial Chaos Luo River.

As the formation shifted around Donghua, overlapping visions of mountains and rivers appeared, and the tides of the four seas rose and fell, encompassing the life and changes of all things in the Primordial Wilderness.

It was a pity that, though this formation aligned with the Principles of Heaven and Earth, it ultimately emphasized trapping foes and evolving its myriad forms. Compared to the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Formation of later ages, it was still inferior in its way of slaughter.

With the Stream of Time and the Pure Yang Daoist Robe protecting him—two spiritual treasures whose defensive powers complemented each other—Donghua remained unmoved as the formation's myriad phenomena shifted around him.

Unless Taiyi arrived in person with the supreme treasure, the Chaos Bell, no matter how ingenious the Primordial Chaos Luo River Great Formation was, how could it harm him in the slightest?

"Fellow Daoist, if this is all the strength you have, you won't be able to harm me at all."

Elsewhere, Di Jun, concealed behind endless transformations, heard this and his expression darkened at once.

Yet he understood that Donghua was telling the truth. He had used every means at his disposal and still could not break through Donghua's defenses.

To make an unseen opportunity the reason for forming a mortal grudge with someone like him would be most unwise.

After a long moment's thought, Di Jun's voice rang out again from every direction, elusive and hard to place, seeming both near and far, piercing straight into the mind:

"Fellow Daoist, you are trapped within this formation, and we both know how this will end. Though I may not be able to harm you, breaking out of the formation will not be easy for you either. If we remain locked in this stalemate, we will only waste our time. Why bother?"

Di Jun paused, then spoke again, his voice even more measured:

"I acted rashly earlier, and I apologize. Why don't we each take a step back and end this here?"

A cold glint flashed in Donghua's eyes. The Jingyang Bell above his head boomed, and its mighty waves swept outward, forcing back the surging radiance of the formation.

"Is this a fight that you can start whenever you please and end whenever you please?"

Hearing Donghua's words, Di Jun's voice abruptly turned sharp, edged with icy menace:

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

"Why couldn't I?"

Donghua said nothing more. The Jingyang Bell above his head rang without pause, its mighty waves sweeping outward like a tide. Wherever they passed, the formation's markings flickered into view, forcing the hidden patterns of the River Diagram and Luo Script to reveal themselves and compelling the Primordial Chaos Luo River Great Formation to constantly adapt.

At the same time, the Stream of Time circled and flowed around him, protecting him so thoroughly that not a drop could penetrate. No matter how many illusions arose beyond the formation or how many hidden killing intents lurked there, they were all washed away by the flowing currents of time.

The Pure Yang Daoist Robe shimmered with layer upon layer of Clear Radiance, quietly dissolving any stray force that managed to seep through.

Amid this back-and-forth of offense and defense, with the bell's peal echoing all around, Donghua's eyes were half-closed, but his divine consciousness had already spread out with the bell waves.

Each ripple of spiritual power and every shift in the formation's laws as it countered the Jingyang Bell's blows was clearly captured, then analyzed and deduced in his mind.

Donghua's thoughts turned. With only Di Jun here and Taiyi still absent, this was a rare opportunity that might not come again for a thousand ages.

He could use the chance to gauge Di Jun's true strength and test his own methods.

Unlike Donghua, who remained utterly composed, Di Jun looked grave deep within the formation. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his brow, veins faintly stood out at his temples, and his magical power poured out like a tide to sustain the formation's operation. Even as a Daluo, he was beginning to struggle.

Di Jun had the advantage of having set up the formation, but as long as his relentless assault failed, the situation would begin to shift.

Donghua only needed to wield his spiritual treasures to protect himself, defending so thoroughly that not a drop could get through. Naturally, his divine consciousness and magical power were being depleted far more slowly than Di Jun's.

Di Jun, however, had to keep sustaining the vast formation covering the surrounding world. His divine consciousness and magical power drained away like flowing water. If this continued, he would gradually find himself at a disadvantage.