389 Gone Mad

The power of the Lunar Mother Tree had been activated—or rather, some hidden force buried within the entire earth had taken effect. An invisible power descended like a canopy blotting out the sky and sun. The formation's power unleashed a "sandstorm," countless grains of bone dust gathering into a tempest that filled heaven and earth.

This was a distorted space, born from the Wanqing Sect's Mystic Womb Earth Palace Grand Formation. Once this grand formation was activated, it could draw upon the supreme divine power of that Lunar Mother Tree, which was all but withered away, from the unseen beyond.

Once the grand formation was activated, heaven and earth abruptly changed; sun and moon lost their light. The formation contained the mysteries of a thousand transformations. As it operated, it could shift between substance and illusion, moving through the realms of form and formlessness. Just as a mustard seed could contain Mount Sumeru, a palm-sized patch of land could give rise to endless minor worlds.

The flying warship was instantly lost within the grand formation. Vast swathes of sand and gravel swept over it amid the swirling gale, while streaks of spiritual light emerged across the Fire-Thunder Golden-Winged Warship. Tens of thousands of shattered bone grains pelted down upon it, and the hull seemed on the verge of giving way, emitting faint creaks and groans.

"Damn it!"

A trace of fury shone in the Fourth Prince's eyes.

"The Wanqing Sect has some nerve. For all these years, our Great You imperial court has never taken the initiative to provoke this great Daoist sect. Who would have thought they'd set a trap here and imprison us within this grand formation!"

"Fourth Brother." The Crown Prince furrowed his brow, yet remained composed as he said in a low voice, "Can the Dragon-Slaying