Fanning the Flames, Catching Them All in One Net

Yaochi's face was solemn and furious, her phoenix eyes filled with power, indicating that she would not give up until the formation was broken.

The immortals fell silent, genuinely frightened this time. Even a fool could see that the Nine-Curves Yellow River Formation was far more complex than Yaochi had described.

Even if you throw a stone into the water, it won't create waves or ripples, but this is different. Three groups of people went in one after another, and there wasn't a single sound.

"What? Are you all afraid, esteemed scholars?"

Seeing that she had not received a response for a long time, Yaochi opened her phoenix eyes wide and asked sternly. She shook off her dejection and began to get energetic.

"Your Majesty, this situation is no small matter. I believe we should consider it carefully."

Duobao cupped his hands and said with a serious expression.

"No need for such trouble. I've sensed that this formation won't last much longer. As long as we work together, we can naturally break it."

"Avoid being defeated one by one."

Yaochi said solemnly, and then added a sentence.

"Hmm? Didn't you all hear what I said?"

Seeing no response, Yaochi snorted coldly, raised an eyebrow, and asked in a high-pitched voice.

The immortals were numb, feeling as uncomfortable as if they had eaten excrement. The key was that Yaochi held a noble and special position, so they dared not turn against her.

Just then, Randeng's eyes flickered, he coughed twice, stepped forward, and said with a smile:

"... Let me speak fairly. Fellow Yaochi is right. How could we, with our great talents, be unable to break even a small formation?"

"Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by all the heroes of the world if you can't say it?"

These words immediately caused a stir.

Seeing this, Randeng continued, "Our Chan Sect has been acting as the vanguard, and a large number of elite disciples have already entered. At this time, we need everyone to work together. Only in this way can we accomplish our grand plan."

"I hope that you will all put aside your prejudices and do your part."

His face was radiant and upright, and his voice was so powerful. At this moment, the Randeng monk appeared solemn and dignified, making one feel ashamed.

On the surface, they appear to be devoted to their work and ask for nothing in return.

In fact, Randeng was somewhat displeased to see that so many people from the Chan Sect had gone into battle, while almost no one from the other Three Teachings had joined the fray.

"Fellow Randeng Ran Deng is absolutely right. Once the matter is accomplished, I will naturally report everything to the Heavenly Emperor and reward those who have contributed," Yaochi said with a slight smile, though the smile carried a strange chill.

On the surface, it's about rewarding merit, but secretly it's a threat: if you don't do your best, you'll be punished.

The immortals weren't fools; they could naturally understand the meaning behind Yaochi's words.

Without saying a word, Daoist Duobao directed his fellow disciples to enter the formation.

At the same time, powerful figures from the All-Spirit Sect also emerged one after another, coldly snorting as they entered the Nine-Curves Yellow River Formation.

The members of both religions entered the great formation one after another, while the Western Sect remained silent, watching everything with smiles on their faces, seemingly unaware that this matter was also related to them.

Yaochi looked at them solemnly, her eyes revealing authority and scrutiny, as if to say, "Why aren't you moving?"

The Medicine Master, Maitreya, Mahasthamaprapta, and the others exchanged silent glances. Was there something more for them to do?

"Why don't you scholars from the West set out to break the formation?" Yaochi asked indifferently, her heart filled with dissatisfaction. They had no sense of propriety at all, and she had to urge them on.

"Uh... with so many fellow cultivators helping out, we're more than enough, aren't we?" the Medicine Master said with a dry laugh, his heart filled with resistance, unwilling to enter the formation.

They had no desire to do something so thankless and exhausting.

"Not so, fellow Daoists. Breaking the formation requires our concerted efforts. We must not have such a mindset. I observe that your cultivation is profound. If you were to take action, the chances of breaking the formation would certainly increase by three points."

It was Randeng who spoke. Yaochi hesitated, after all, she only wanted to trick the disciples of the Three Pure Ones, and she didn't have much of a grudge against the Two Western Sages.

But Randeng didn't think that way; the whole family should be together.

A flash of anger crossed the eyes of the Medicine Master, Maitreya, and the others. They glanced at Randeng without showing any emotion, and secretly made a mental note of it.

"In that case, we should certainly lend a hand."

The Medicine Master spoke calmly, and then led his fellow disciples into the formation.

"Senior brother, why don't I stay here and oversee things, while you take the other junior brothers with you?"

Just then, Maitreya, with his large belly protruding, said with a smile.

The Medicine Master looked at him with some surprise, not expecting Maitreya to suddenly say such a thing.

Even if someone were to be in charge, shouldn't it be him, the senior disciple?

However, it would be a loss of face for the senior Medicine Master to not argue in front of the general public.

He immediately led Sunlight, Moonlight, Mahasthamaprapta, and others into the great formation.

Upon seeing such a display, the Yun Xiao group on the opposite side immediately lost their composure.

"Fairy Yunxiao, the enemy has mobilized so many people, won't your great formation malfunction?"

Qiangliang asked familiarly, rubbing his hands together, eager to start a fight.

Yun Xiao smiled slightly and uttered two words: "In vain."

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her delicate hand and began to perform a ritual.

At the same time, the immortals arrived at the Nine-Curves Yellow River Formation and stood on the Yellow River. Here, yellow sand filled the sky, mist swirled, and terrifying gales blew from time to time, which could easily crush immortals.

"This... this is the so-called illusionary formation, the illusionary magic of Yaochi?" an immortal exclaimed in surprise, feeling immense danger the moment he entered the formation.

This place is extremely dangerous; a moment's carelessness could lead to certain death. Even an ordinary immortal would likely perish instantly if they entered here.

Fortunately, most of the people present are Daluo Golden Immortal, so ordinary dangers can be easily resolved.

"This formation is vicious; we must join forces to break it..."

The Medicine Master opened his mouth, but before he could finish speaking, a shout came from below, faintly echoing in his ears.

All the immortals heard the sound, and immediately someone waved their sleeve, dispelling the mist in front of them and opening a passage that led directly to the bottom.

They saw, in the endless depths below, in what seemed like an abyss, a Tongtian river stretched to the heavens, with a throng of people waving their arms and shouting at them.

Two of them had bruises on their faces and only stopped fighting after they were discovered. They were beaten so badly that even their own mothers probably wouldn't recognize them.

"Aren't these some fellow Daoists from the Chan Sect and the Interception Sect?"

Mahasthamaprapta burst out laughing, his laughter seemingly concerned but actually mocking.

It's not really his fault; his fellow Daoists were just too comical, like they'd been tumbled into a river, making it hard not to laugh.

As a disciple of Sage, one generally does not easily ridicule others unless one cannot help it.

"Fellow Daoists, we are trapped here. Please help us quickly, and we will be richly rewarded in the future."

Taiyi Zhenren shouted, using almost all his strength, because his own magical power had been imprisoned and worn down by the Yellow River. If this continued, there would be a big problem.

Therefore, he urgently needed to get out and break free from the confinement of the Yellow River.

The immortals' expressions changed, but they did not make a move. They realized that Taiyi Zhenren and the others were in a very bad situation and were afraid of being implicated.

"Please wait a moment, fellow Daoists. Once we break this great formation, you will naturally be freed."

The Medicine Master said calmly, "I have no intention of rescuing you. Better to die than see you die, my friend."

Just then, the Nine-Curves Yellow River Formation erupted, unleashing a terrifying killing intent.