Eight Immortals' Universe, Styx Trapped

Kunpeng appeared with a smile on his face.

"Daoist Kunpeng, you're not at the North Sea—what brings you all the way to the South Pole Land?"

Styx didn't think Kunpeng had followed him this far for fun. In the original Primordial Wilderness, this figure before him was known alongside Styx as the Two Poisons of the Primordial Wilderness. Not to mention Hong Yun's death, Kunpeng had a hand in the Demon Race's final collapse during the Witch-Demon War.

Kunpeng bowed to Styx, cupping his hands. "Daoist Styx! I came here specially to thank you for protecting my futon during the First Lecture."

Styx waved a hand, stepping back to put distance between them. "Spare me."

He didn't believe that nonsense. If Kunpeng truly wanted to thank him for what happened during the First Lecture, he should have done it long ago. Only remembering now? Kunpeng's memory couldn't be that bad.

Styx wasn't afraid of Kunpeng, but he saw no need for this. If he actually fought Kunpeng, the outcome would be only one: Kunpeng's death. That would leave an empty futon in the Purple Cloud Palace, and Jie Yin and Zhun Ti might end up taking those seats—something that wouldn't do Styx any favors.

But Kunpeng had no idea of Styx's good intentions. Seeing Styx retreat, Kunpeng's smile unconsciously widened.

Styx sensed something was wrong, but it was too late. Golden light burst forth all around, and the ground beneath him rose up into an eight-cornered formation.

Styx's first instinct was to fly upward, but the eight-cornered formation rose with him, clinging close. He realized at once that he'd been set up. Yet, feeling the endless immortal energy pouring from the formation—power nearly at the peak of the Quasi-Sage level—he knew Kunpeng alone couldn't have managed this.

Sure enough, as Styx was trapped in the formation, another figure appeared out of thin air.

"Hahaha, Daoist Styx, this formation is the Eight Immortals Universe Formation, simplified from my Penglai Island's guardian formation, the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation. What do you think?"

Styx focused his gaze—it was the Eastern Duke. He sneered. "Eastern Duke, instead of staying on your Penglai Island, you have the leisure to scheme against This Seat?"

Of course, it wasn't just the Eastern Duke. Eight Daoists appeared, each standing at one of the eight corners of the Eight Immortals Universe Formation, their power linked together to trap Styx inside. Every single Daoist was at the Quasi-Sage level. At the head of the formation was Laozi of the Three Pure Ones, with Tongtian and Yuanshi at his sides. Then came Jie Yin, Zhun Ti, the Eastern Duke, the Western Queen Mother, and Kunpeng, who had appeared earlier.

Styx wasn't a fool. These were all renowned great powers of the Primordial Wilderness. Without sufficient benefits or a figure of enough weight to rally them, how could they possibly join forces against him? And in the current Primordial Wilderness, there was only one person who could make them all act together: Hongjun.

Styx looked up toward Chaos, a chill rising in his eyes. It seemed his growth had been too fast, his variables too many—Hongjun was truly desperate.

The Eastern Duke said with some displeasure, "Is my business something you can meddle with?"

Styx laughed inwardly. The Eastern Duke was putting on airs as an Immortal Chief in front of him? Seeing the mocking smile on Styx's face, the Eastern Duke grew furious. He said, "Styx, I see you're truly obstinate. Fine! Today, I, the Immortal Chief, will act on Heaven's behalf and eliminate you!"

The Eastern Duke waved his hand, tossing his Dragon Head Crutch into the formation, where it transformed into a ten-thousand-zhang golden dragon. Styx channeled his magic power, using the Yuan Tu Sword to counter—the sword also turned into a black dragon. But the moment the black dragon appeared, the surrounding white immortal energy devoured it instantly.

The Eastern Duke said, "Styx, strong as you are, do you think we wouldn't have prepared thoroughly? You were born from the Blood Sea, steeped in Sha Qi, and this immortal energy is your greatest weakness!"

The second to act was Zhun Ti. He still remembered how Styx had backed Kunpeng before, humiliating him. Now that he had a chance to take revenge on Styx, he wouldn't let it slip. Zhun Ti produced a treasure—one he had refined from his own transformed body, the Bodhi Tree: the Seven Treasure Mystical Tree. This treasure could brush away anything and was Zhun Ti's proof-of-enlightenment spiritual treasure, of extraordinary significance to him. The Seven Treasure Mystical Tree swept fiercely toward Styx. Styx dodged to the side, but the golden dragon behind him opened its mouth and swallowed him whole.

Eastern Duke smiled, then cast a spell. The ten-thousand-zhang golden dragon shrank continuously, squeezing the devoured Styx.

But Styx was unhurried. Both swords struck out together, tearing open the dragon's belly.

Just as he was about to fly out, the golden dragon emitted a tremendous sound.

Eastern Duke was controlling the dragon to self-destruct.

Eastern Duke really was willing to part with it!

Although this golden dragon wasn't real, merely formed from the pure dragon qi within the Dragon Head Crutch, if the golden dragon self-destructed, the pure dragon qi lost by the Dragon Head Crutch would likely take tens of thousands of years to recover.

That meant he wouldn't be able to use this Top Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure for tens of thousands of years.

Styx thought it over briefly, and in the end, he didn't dodge!

Even Eastern Duke himself was puzzled.

He didn't think this move of his could kill Styx; otherwise, they wouldn't have needed eight people to act together.

He only hoped this move could wound Styx, making their fight a bit easier.

But why didn't Styx dodge?

Could he have been scared stupid by them?

Of course not.

Styx had already calculated that Eastern Duke's strike couldn't kill him.

Since it couldn't kill him, he might as well take this opportunity to teach Eastern Duke a harsh lesson!

The golden dragon exploded. Boundless golden light surged into the sky, illuminating the South Pole Land brilliantly.

It made it impossible for everyone present to see the situation at the explosion's center.

But seizing the opportunity, the Western Queen Mother tossed out a dark-colored great mirror, which scattered dark light directly across the sky.

This mirror was no ordinary item; it was also a Top Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Kunlun Mirror. It was said to contain Time and Space Power, capable of spying on ten thousand places in the Primordial Wilderness!

Of course, the Western Queen Mother's purpose in throwing out this treasure was to strike while the iron was hot and kill Styx in one blow.

Thus, the dark light she scattered seemed gentle on the surface, but in truth, it was filled with a vast killing aura.

Unfortunately, before the Kunlun Mirror's dark light could descend, a Yuan Tu Sword flew out from the explosion's center with a "clang," striking the Kunlun Mirror back.

The Kunlun Mirror flew back into the Western Queen Mother's hand. As the light at the explosion's center faded, everyone finally saw Styx's condition.

There stood Styx, one hand gripping the Yuan Tu Sword, the other suppressing the Dragon Head Crutch. The Abi Sword floated behind him, as if ready to unsheathe at any moment.

Beneath his feet was the Karma Fire Red Lotus; above his head, the Profound Origin Water Control Flag.

His aura was steady, showing almost no sign of injury.

The crowd's hearts jolted. Styx was unharmed?

But Eastern Duke's focus was different from theirs.

He spotted his spiritual treasure being suppressed by Styx at a glance and shouted, "Styx, return this Immortal Chief's spiritual treasure at once!"

Styx looked at him like he was an idiot.