"Since taking charge of the Divine Firmament Dao Sect, I have secretly made contact with several of them."
Li Yunjing's words stunned them. "Once my army bears down on their borders, they will rebel! Then the Mystic Ice Hall will face enemies from both front and rear, unable to defend both head and tail!"
"Sect Leader Li makes a sound argument, but the Mystic Ice Hall has spent years consolidating its power. Though its Spirit Transformation ancestors have not appeared for a long time, they must still exist."
"And its sect-protecting Ten Thousand Year Mystic Ice Formation is said to withstand Spirit Transformation attacks. How could we break it quickly?"
A white-haired Grand Elder of the Xiao Family stroked his beard pensively. "If we cannot take it after a prolonged assault, the Chang'an Dynasty..."
He left the rest unsaid, but everyone understood. The Chang'an Dynasty would never miss such a chance to attack the Xiao Family!
"I have a way to deal with the Spirit Transformation ancestors."
Li Yunjing interrupted him, his voice carrying an absolute confidence that inspired conviction. "As for the Ten Thousand Year Mystic Ice Formation..."
"There is no formation under heaven that I, Li Yunjing, cannot break."
"Strong as it is, this formation has a fatal weakness, born of the periodic fluctuations in the underground ice marrow spirit vein."
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing the pride of a grandmaster of the Formation Dao. "We need only calculate the timing precisely and strike its nodes with Nine Heavens Divine Thunder. Cracks will surely appear in the formation!"
"As for the Chang'an Dynasty..."
"Patriarch Xiao, have you forgotten those... 'old grudges' and 'dealings' between your lineage, the Chang'an imperial family, and the great aristocratic clans within its borders?"
He turned his gaze toward Xiao Yuntian.