Three Flowers Above the Head—Shave Them!

Guangchengzi shouted, "We can't drag this out!"

The Heaven-Flipping Seal rose into the air first.

Terrifying power crashed toward the formation ahead.

Boom!

The entire stretch of yellow sand was blasted open, torn into a massive breach.

The Twelve Golden Immortals' eyes lit up at once.

An exit?

But the next moment—

The yellow sand gathered again.

Beyond that breach was not the outside of the formation at all.

It was still the Nine-Twist Yellow River.

Bixiao's voice came from nearby.

"Keep going."

"Smash away slowly."

"Let's see whether you have more mana, or this Nine-Twist Yellow River has more length."

Taiyi gritted his teeth.

"Bixiao!"

"Why are you shouting so loudly?"

"I can hear you."

Bixiao was not polite in the slightest.

"When the twelve of you broke the Ten Ultimate Formation a few days ago—"

"Why didn't you think you were bullying the few with your numbers?"

Taiyi was left speechless again.

And in that instant of distraction—

An aura from the Primordial Golden Dipper suddenly appeared beneath his feet.

Yunxiao raised her hand and pressed down.

The true core power of the Nine-Twist Yellow River Formation descended.

Boom!

Taiyi's protective immortal radiance abruptly dimmed.

The Three Flowers Above the Head swayed violently in an instant!

"Not good!"

He wanted to retreat.

But inside the Nine-Twist Yellow River Formation—

Where could he retreat to?

Yunxiao was no longer holding back.

Of course—

What she meant by not holding back still was not killing.

It was shaving them down.

The Primordial Golden Dipper worked in tandem with the Nine-Twist Yellow River Formation, specifically striking at immortal cultivation.

A beam of light swept across.

The Three Flowers Above the Head of the first Explanatory Sect Golden Immortal suddenly dimmed.

The Five Qi Within the Chest seemed to be directly scattered by an invisible giant hand.

The once-perfect aura of the immortal path around him instantly dropped by a level.

"My cultivation!"

That man's expression changed completely.

Though those outside the Shang Camp could not see the scene within the formation—

They could clearly sense a Jade Clarity aura suddenly weakening.

Wang Mo's eyes instantly lit up.

"It's started?"

Zhao Jiang was equally excited.

"It's definitely started!"

The next moment—

A second aura declined.

Then a third.

A fourth...

Several in succession.

The direction of the Shang Camp erupted completely.

Even without seeing inside—

Even a fool knew what was happening.

The Twelve Golden Immortals—

Were being shaved down!

Even Lin Yuan could not help but smile.

This scene truly was satisfying.

In the battle of the Ten Ultimate Formation a few days ago—

The Ten Heavenly Lords' cultivation had been far below that of the Twelve Golden Immortals.

Even though he had altered the formations greatly, their core goal had only been survival.

Trying to truly suppress the Twelve Golden Immortals and beat them down had simply been unrealistic.

After Zhao Gongming descended the mountain—

He had indeed displayed his might in direct battle.

But there had still been too many enemies.

In the end, he had mostly only forced them back.

This battle of the Three Cloud Sisters was different.

The Nine-Twist Yellow River Formation had always been a top-tier killing formation.

Once it truly began operating—

And the Twelve Golden Immortals had all already entered the urn—

That was a different matter altogether.

Inside the formation—

Guangchengzi's expression had become ugly beyond compare.

He continuously drove the Heaven-Flipping Seal.

He wanted to forcibly blast open a path.

Yet the fellow disciples around him kept running into trouble.

One Three Flower Above the Head was shaved away.

One Five Qi Within the Chest scattered.

The Nine-Twist Yellow River Formation was like an enormous millstone.

It did not crush people to death outright.

Instead, it ground away, bit by bit, at the cultivation they had amassed over countless years.

That was even more unbearable than physical injury.

If an immortal body shattered—

It could be cultivated anew.

If a magical treasure broke—

It could be reforged.

But if cultivation was shaved away—

It truly had to be cultivated back from the beginning.

"Yunxiao!"

Guangchengzi finally grew furious.

"Do you truly intend to forge a mortal enmity with the Explanatory Sect?"

Yunxiao's voice remained calm.

"We have never dealt a killing blow."

"Before you entered the formation—"

"I did not force any of you."

"Now that you cannot break the formation—"

"You call it a mortal enmity?"

Guangchengzi fell silent.

That was indeed the logic of it.

But the cultivation falling from their bodies was real as well.

Bixiao, however, was far less polite than Yunxiao.

"When you came down the mountain to aid West Qi—"

"Why weren't you afraid of becoming enemies with the Intercepting Sect?"

"When the Ten Heavenly Lords were surrounded by you one after another as you broke their formations—"

"Why didn't you speak of fellowship between sects?"

"My elder brother won head-on."

"You had Xiao Sheng and Cao Bao take down his magical treasures."

"When they couldn't take them down—"

"Lu Ya ran off to set up an altar."

"And now you entered our formation and lost—"

"Only now do you remember that the two sects must not become enemies?"

"How could there be such a cheap bargain!"

The more she spoke, the more furious she became.

The Primordial Golden Dipper turned once more.

Another of the Twelve Golden Immortals had his cultivation shaved away.

Outside the formation—

Gao Yougan could not hear the specific conversation within.

But he could sense one aura after another declining.

He grinned so broadly that his mouth nearly would not close.

"Wonderful!"

"This is what a battle of magic should be!"

Zhao Gongming stood beside him.

He was in an equally excellent mood.

Yet even amid his delight—

He kept lifting his head to look at the sky.

He had not forgotten Lin Yuan's earlier warning.

If the Twelve Golden Immortals were truly shaved down to this state—

Could Second Martial Uncle...

Still sit still?

Naturally, Lin Yuan had not forgotten either.

He had already hidden the Supreme Purity Guardian Sword Token where it could be drawn most easily.

His Innate Spiritual Perception had not fully withdrawn since the formation was activated.

Time passed bit by bit.

Within the Nine-Twist Yellow River Formation—

Twelve Jade Clarity auras weakened one after another.

In the end—

Almost none of them could maintain the state they had possessed upon entering the formation.

The Three Flowers Above the Head were shaved away.

The Five Qi Within the Chest were scattered.

The cultivation of many years had suffered tremendous losses.

Of course—

They had not truly fallen into mortality.

The current Primordial World timeline, and the characters' cultivation, did not completely follow the traditional tale.

But this loss was still enough to make the Twelve Golden Immortals' hearts bleed.

Yunxiao did not continue.

Her goal had already been achieved.

She raised her hand in a beckoning gesture.

The Primordial Golden Dipper returned to her palm.

"Enough."

Bixiao was still somewhat unsatisfied.

"Big Sister."

"Strip away a little more."

"We were not here to kill people in the first place."

Yunxiao shook her head.

"The outcome has already been decided."

"Open the formation."

Qiongxiao nodded.

Changes began to appear around the outer perimeter of the Nine-Twist Yellow River Formation.

Lin Yuan sensed the formation actively opening, and inwardly relaxed somewhat.

Best.

Once they had won, they would leave.

No dragging things out.

Once the Twelve Golden Immortals got out.

Everyone would immediately retreat to Golden Turtle Island.

But just as Yunxiao was about to truly open the formation gate.

The smile vanished from Lin Yuan's face.

Innate Spiritual Perception—

Exploded.

This was not ordinary danger.

When he had encountered Taiyi in the past.

When he had faced an ambush by Golden Immortals of the Explanatory Sect.

Even when Zhao Gongming had been struck by the Nail-Head Seven-Arrows Book.

His spiritual perception would feel intense, stabbing pain.

But this was completely different.

It was as though, in a single instant, his entire being had been locked onto by some vast existence beyond comprehension.

Heaven and earth fell silent.

The wind stopped.

The clouds froze.

The yellow sand filling the sky outside the Nine-Twist Yellow River Formation hung eerily in midair.

Zhao Gongming's expression changed drastically.

Wen Zhong abruptly raised his head.

The Ten Heavenly Lords nearly cried out at the same time.

"Saint's might!"

Above the heavens.

A Jade Clarity Divine Light so majestic that none could look directly at it slowly descended.

Lin Yuan gripped the sword token within his sleeve, with only one thought in his mind.

The true death tribulation—

Had arrived.

The instant the Saint's pressure descended, the entire battlefield fell completely silent.

The members of the Intercepting Sect, who had just been thrilled to see the Twelve Golden Immortals suffer.

Could no longer smile.

That was not merely a slightly higher realm.

Nor was it the suppression of a Daluo Realm expert over a Profound Immortal.

Saints and those beneath Saints.

Were utterly like two different levels of existence.

Zhao Gongming was already one of the strongest Immortals Lin Yuan had encountered at close range so far.

But when that Jade Clarity Saint's might truly spread out.

Even his expression became grave.

The Black Tiger beneath him instinctively crouched low.

Lin Yuan did not attempt to actively investigate with his Innate Spiritual Perception.

He had an exceptionally clear premonition.

It was meaningless.

Like a drop of water trying to measure the entire sea.

Other than proving how small it was, it could measure nothing.