The People I Saved Are Now Helping Me Save Others

Behind the Shang Camp.

The Ten Ultimate Formation had been set up once more.

But this time, no killing intent pierced the heavens.

Nor did it possess the terrifying momentum it had displayed when facing the Twelve Golden Immortals.

All ten formations had drawn in their power.

Nine formations had been arranged around the Soul-Sundering Formation.

Yao Bin presided at the center.

A black soul banner hovered above his head.

Zhao Gongming sat outside the formation.

A wisp of soul aura drawn from his body was carefully guided by Yao Bin into the Soul-Sundering Formation.

"Begin."

Lin Yuan stood atop the central formation platform.

He held the now-familiar linked formation flag in his hand.

Qin Wan and the others activated their mana at the same time.

Boom!

The auras of the ten formations linked together.

This time, the other nine formations were not responsible for delivering killing power.

They had only one task.

To expand the Soul-Sundering Formation's perception.

The black banner behind Yao Bin suddenly rose higher.

An almost invisible ripple spread from the Shang Camp in all directions.

Ten li.

A hundred li.

A thousand li...

Watching the scene before him, Lin Yuan suddenly felt something strange stir within his heart.

The Ten Ultimate Formation had originally been a death trap for the Ten Heavenly Lords.

To save them, he had linked together the ten great formations that had once fought separately.

And now—

This formation, which should have buried the Ten Heavenly Lords, was actually helping him seek out Zhao Gongming's fatal tribulation.

Without all those changes before this.

Qin Wan might already have died.

Yao Bin might also have been listed on the Investiture.

And the Ten Ultimate Formation would never have obeyed Lin Yuan's arrangements as it did now.

Then, even if he knew Lu Ya was about to strike from the shadows against Zhao Gongming, he might not have found a way to break the deadlock so quickly.

The people he had saved in the past.

Were truly beginning to become a new source of strength.

"Northwest!"

Yao Bin suddenly spoke.

Everyone's spirits rose.

"Have you confirmed the direction?"

Lin Yuan asked.

"I can only determine it roughly."

Yao Bin's eyes remained tightly shut.

Sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

"It's very far away."

"And there is an extremely powerful concealment over there."

"When my soul perception drew near, it was as though something swallowed it."

Lin Yuan looked toward Qin Wan.

"Senior Brother."

"Add another half-tenth!"

"Alright."

Qin Wan and the others raised their mana simultaneously.

The Ten Ultimate Linked Formation trembled slightly.

The soul banner above Yao Bin's head whipped about wildly.

The range of perception expanded once again.

Northwest.

It was becoming clearer and clearer.

At the same time.

Zhao Gongming's face suddenly turned pale.

He had been sitting with his eyes shut, regulating his breath, but now he abruptly opened them.

An intense drowsiness struck without warning.

Even his Daluo Realm Primordial Spirit fell into a brief daze.

"Uncle-Master Zhao!"

Lin Yuan's expression changed.

"This poor Daoist is fine."

Zhao Gongming raised a hand to signal him.

But his voice was clearly weaker than before.

"Just now, it felt as though my soul was tugged by something."

Yao Bin opened his eyes at the same moment.

"The other side has begun again!"

"What?"

"That pulling force suddenly intensified just now."

Yao Bin's expression was exceedingly grim.

"If my judgment is correct."

"Someone over there is actively casting a spell right now."

Lin Yuan's gaze turned cold.

Perfect timing.

Normally, their aura was hidden deeply.

But if they actively cast a spell.

It was the same as amplifying their own signal.

"Follow it!"

"Senior Brother Yao."

"Trace the aura now!"

The power of the Ten Ultimate Formation gathered toward the Soul-Sundering Formation once more.

Yao Bin gritted his teeth.

His divine sense stretched farther and farther along that faint, almost nonexistent connection of souls.

Three thousand li.

Five thousand li.

Eight thousand li.

The farther it extended.

The heavier the concealment became.

Just as it was nearly impossible to continue.

Lin Yuan's Innate Spiritual Perception suddenly caught an incredibly faint trace of malice.

It was not directed at him.

Its direction perfectly matched the location Yao Bin had locked onto.

Battlefield Killing Intent Perception began responding as well.

Lin Yuan's eyes lit up.

They had found it.

"Shift another three parts north!"

Yao Bin adjusted according to the instruction.

The next instant.

The black soul banner suddenly stretched taut.

As though an invisible hand had seized it in a death grip.

Yao Bin abruptly opened his eyes.

"Locked on!"

"The distance is roughly more than twelve thousand li."

"North-northwest."

"There are mountains!"

"Within the mountains is an altar concealed by a formation!"

Everyone rose at once.

Li Xingba had already begun pulling out his magical treasures.

"Let's go!"

Qin Wan, however, remained calmer.

"Don't rush."

"We still don't know who is on the other side."

"Lu Ya's cultivation is not low."

"If it truly is him alone, we may not necessarily be able to hold him down even if we go."

Lin Yuan naturally understood.

Their goal was not to kill Lu Ya.

"It doesn't matter if we can't capture him."

"The altar must be destroyed."

"As long as we break the curse."

"Uncle-Master Zhao will be half safe."

At that moment, Zhao Gongming walked in from outside the formation.

Though his face was weary.

His gaze was terrifyingly cold.

"This poor Daoist is going too."

Lin Yuan's first instinct was to stop him.

But on second thought.

Zhao Gongming himself had to be there.

In the original chapter outline, he had personally seen the altar, and his rage had erupted.

Moreover, so long as the curse had not yet reached its final lethal stage, his combat strength remained the greatest among them.

"Can Uncle-Master still fight?"

"I am merely somewhat mentally exhausted."

Zhao Gongming sneered.

"It has not reached the point where I can be slaughtered at another's whim."

"Perfect."

"This poor Daoist also wants to see."

"Who is coveting my life from behind the curtain."

Wen Zhong had already begun making arrangements.

Wang Mo and the other three would all accompany them.

The Ten Heavenly Lords had no intention of staying behind either.

Lin Yuan looked at this entire group.

He suddenly felt like laughing.

Lu Ya probably could not have imagined even in his dreams.

That in the original fate.

Zhao Gongming would have been slowly cursed to death by the Nail-Head Seven-Arrows Book alone and unaware.

But now—

The Four Sages of Nine-Dragon Island were here.

The Ten Heavenly Lords were there.

Wen Zhong was there.

He himself was there.

A group of people who should have been dead seven or eight times over.

Now they were all ready to tear down his altar.

This was the most immediate effect of saving people and letting the snowball roll downhill.

"Set off."

At Zhao Gongming's command.

More than a dozen streaks of light shot into the sky at once.

Lin Yuan pushed Wind-Thunder Escape to its limit.

Yet Wen Zhong still casually swept him into his lightning.

It couldn't be helped.

He was only at the Profound Immortal realm now.

His short-range bursts were already extremely fast.

But over long distances, he still could not compare with these veteran Immortals.

They advanced by following the aura Yao Bin kept sensing.

Several hours later.

A stretch of desolate mountains finally appeared ahead.

On the surface.

There was nothing unusual.

Even the spiritual energy was not particularly dense.

But as Zhao Gongming drew near, his expression suddenly sank.

"This humble Daoist can feel it."

"Feel what?"

Wang Mo asked.

"A pull upon the soul."

Zhao Gongming stared into the depths of the mountains.

"It's in there."

Yao Bin pointed toward a valley as well.

"There."

At the same time, Lin Yuan's Innate Spiritual Perception sent out a fierce warning.

That was right.

This was the place.

But from the outside.

The valley was completely empty.

There was no altar at all.

"There's a formation concealing it."

Qin Wan saw through the issue at a glance.

The Ten Heavenly Lords were all too familiar with formations.

It did not take them long at all to find the flaw.

Golden Light Holy Mother raised her hand and fired a beam of golden light.

It shone over the valley.

The formerly tranquil void immediately rippled in ring after ring.

The concealing formation was exposed.

The killing intent in Zhao Gongming's eyes surged in an instant.

"Break."

One word.

And twenty-four Sea-Calming Pearls were already rising into the air.

Boom!

No probing.

No research.

The most straightforward way for a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal to break a formation—

Smash it directly.

The first Sea-Calming Pearl fell.

The formation shook violently.

The second.

Cracks appeared.

When the third fell.

The entire concealing grand formation collapsed with a thunderous crash!

The valley's true appearance was finally revealed.

An altar.

Oil lamps.

Talisman papers.

And at the very center—

A straw effigy.

On the effigy's chest.

Three large characters were written there.

Zhao Gongming.

The instant Zhao Gongming saw his own name.

His entire face turned black.

"Good."

"Very good."

Before the altar.

A Daoist who had been holding a talisman and performing a ritual also stopped moving.

Lu Ya slowly turned around.

He looked at the dense crowd of Intercepting Sect Immortals outside.

And, rarely, fell silent for a moment.

Lin Yuan walked to the front.

He looked at the talisman in Lu Ya's hand.

Then at the altar.

"Senior Lu Ya."

"Why did you stop?"

"Please, continue."

"We all came to observe the ceremony."