A Disciple's Life Was Tough

Pingxin pondered slightly. "Chen Yang's formation evolution this time was too terrifying. He fused Dutian Divine Fiends, Heavenly Stellar Array, Unified Myriad Immortals Formation, Slaying Immortals Sword Formation... the four renowned formations of the Primordial World into one formation. The Formation Dao contained within such a formation was too much for Chen Yang to control. That was how things ended up like this."

"How do we save Chen Yang now?" Duobao asked.

Pingxin shook her head as well. "We can't save him now. We can only wait. Wait for Chen Yang to recover on his own, or to rise anew after destruction and digest the Formation Dao he gained this time."

What else could Duobao say upon hearing that? He could only nod. "Sigh, a great battle actually ended up like this."

The crowd looked at one another. What could they say?

It had to be said that this battle had spread too far and wide.

During this battle, the entire Primordial World was affected. The Mystic Sect lineage—whether the Three Teachings or the Zixiao Guests—was entirely besieged by Demon Cultivators. Next, the Sumeru Buddhist Sect also suffered calamity, with demonic qi running rampant and nearly releasing Luo Ming's incarnation.

Beyond that, the Undying Volcano, the Phoenix Clan, the Burning Demon God... countless parties had been dragged into it. It was truly terrifying.

In the blink of an eye, several thousand years passed.

Chen Yang, whom everyone had worried over, gradually recovered as well.

Dao rhythms intertwined, then gradually dispersed, allowing Chen Yang to awaken from his voyage through the Dao rhythms.

"You finally pulled through." Pingxin was deeply excited when she saw Chen Yang awaken.

Chen Yang's eyes gleamed with Dao rhythms. "Pingxin? I knew you would watch over me."

"How could I not watch over you? You were