Madcap Meng Yun

Hanyu feared Yanluo Hall would succeed at any moment.

He couldn't just stand by and watch the cultivators overhead keep this up.

The Artifact Spirit itself had said that energy was constantly gathering above them. Who knew when it would build up enough?

With Meng Yun there, once that happened, Hanyu could only watch helplessly as the formation's core was activated.

"Why hasn't the old Daoist made a move yet?"

Hanyu was getting anxious.

The old Daoist was just as anxious. Nearly half an hour had passed since the commotion on Hanyu's end died down, and he had no idea whether things were still going smoothly.

He was also hesitating over whether to act now.

Acting too early wouldn't do.

Acting too late wouldn't do either.

He had to get the timing exactly right to escape unscathed from Yanluo Hall's encirclement.

After a moment, the old Daoist finally chose to act.

"I'm basking in heaven's fortune right now. Surely I won't still end up falling flat on my face."

Whether he succeeded or failed, the old Daoist chose to leave it to fate.

Once he'd made up his mind, he stopped hiding himself.

He rose into the clouds and sat suspended in midair, his aura surging.

At the same time, the cultivators above the gorge all changed expression and swiftly formed ranks.

"Something's happening here. Be on guard!"

A cultivator roared, and all the others, whether at the Initial Realm or the Pathwalking Realm, released their auras and joined them into one.

Before either side had even arrived, their auras had already clashed.

Like two sharp blades striking each other, sparks flickered in midair, which instantly seemed to glow red-hot.

Boom!

A thunderclap shook the heavens!

Auras exploded. The old Daoist appeared with a star in his hand, charging in.