Xiao Hua had pondered for a long time what great formation lay beneath Yaotai Mountain—whether it was a Confucian cultivator formation or a Daoist formation—but he had never imagined that the Demon Refining Pot would appear here. This savage, utterly ferocious spectacle before him, these hundreds of Nascent Souls, this vast as a sea of smoke Vast Righteous Qi—all of it seemed unable to escape the Demon Refining Pot's pull!!!
"Do you find it shocking?" A faint, drifting voice arose from above Xiao Hua's head.
Xiao Hua's heart lurched. This is bad! He looked up and indeed saw Kong Hongwu standing upon a star path, clad in star armor, his face as dark as still water.
Though Kong Hongwu's expression was unsightly at this moment, his earlier anxiety had vanished, replaced by an air of complete confidence.
Xiao Hua narrowed his eyes and swept his gaze across the vortex. Green-robed Xiao Hua had already closed his eyes. On the Ice Mirror, which had already been refined, the six-colored radiance had grown exceedingly faint; without close inspection, it was no different from the other Nascent Souls.
"Indeed! This subordinate has never seen such a breathtaking sight," Xiao Hua said with a smile. "If not for someone from the Immortal Palace laying down this great formation here, this subordinate would never have had such a fortuitous opportunity."
"Hehe, and at a time like this... Taishi Zhanran, you still dare call yourself this subordinate?" Kong Hongwu sneered. "You still have the face to stand before this old man?"
"Why not?" The Azure Dragon saber in Xiao Hua's hand slowly turned, its blade light flowing as he replied blandly.
Kong Hongwu looked at the Azure Dragon saber, then at Xiao Hua's face, and said meaningfully, "When this old man had you join the Star