Seeing the critical situation, the only powerful method that the True Lord could use at this moment was the Banners Forming a Forest Formation always surrounded him.
If the True Lord were to use an array to seal off the Duck Beast King, it would mean that Xu Long and the other cultivators would have to directly face the Duck Beast King's wrath.
Before Xu Long could be on guard for long, the True Monarchs in the arena saw that the Duck Beast King was indeed out of control.
He then began chanting incantations to command the banners that had been set up.
Xu Long watched as the banner slowly moved towards the target in the air, and sighed inwardly. Sure enough, he had guessed the True Lord's intentions correctly.
The people below were still somewhat confused, but they had learned from their previous experience.
They dared not move rashly, and had no choice but to change their formation in accordance with the moving banners.
The Duck Beast King in the air had obviously noticed the change in the cultivators' formation below, and glanced at the pagoda that was getting closer and closer above its head.
Its turning body suddenly began to speed up, trying to escape the cage as soon as possible, otherwise it would be trapped by Old Man Pinglu!
Seeing that the Duck Beast King indeed showed a hint of urgency, the True Monarch in the arena unusually tightened his expression.
His incantations grew more rapid, and as he chanted them, the edges of light that condensed on the heavy banners began to emerge from the canopy.
As Xu Long moved with the banners in the crowd, he carefully observed the gold trim that had come off.
After detaching from the umbrella, the golden patterns floated above everyone's heads without dissipating.
The people below were confused for a moment, so they could only keep sending out their Magic Power.
As the Magic Power condensed and emerged, the energy on the banner became more and more prominent, and more and more patterns appeared.
As the group moved and changed formations, the originally separated patterns became visible.
After transformations and intersections, they were miraculously connected.
Only then did Xu Long realize that these individual patterns, when connected together, actually formed a huge net-like structure.
The net-like structure above everyone's heads was enormous, its roots faintly visible connecting to the heavy banners.
A faint light appeared in the air, and Xu Long felt a strong binding force within the huge net-like structure.
Is this a method used to deal with the Duck Beast King?
The doubts in his heart were quickly answered by the True Lord. After seeing the golden net condense, the True Lord's tense expression was replaced by solemnity.
He stood upright below, his head facing the ever-circling Duck Beast King in the sky.
After glancing at the enormous golden net and the falling pagoda, and then taking another closer look at the crowd around him, a complex expression appeared in Zhenjun's eyes.
At this moment, Zhenjun resembled an ordinary old man, with various emotions flashing in his eyes.
His once upright body now showed signs of hunching.
Xu Long wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that Zhenjun's aura was somewhat weakened, like someone whose lamp was about to burn out.
However, because he still had a breath that was not dissipating, his momentum had not truly weakened.
The True Lord stood there, his expression troubled, as if he were deeply worried about something.
The Perfected Lord Pinglu, who had stood for thousands of years in the Boundless Wilderness without collapsing, now showed a struggle that was only seen in mortal heirs.
But that look quickly vanished. Having walked the path of immortality for a long time, the True Lord had already seen his share of storms.
Even after years away from his hometown, he still single-handedly held up the sky in the Boundless Wilderness.
Having followed that great being for many years, the True Lord had already become a banner, and he had never carried the burden of his own beliefs.
As a follower, he never strayed from his former faith.
Perhaps time will eventually age the cultivators, but with his remaining body still useful, the True Lord wanted to do his last bit of strength for the Pinglu Daoist Sanctuary in this Boundless Wilderness.
His complex gaze swept quickly across the Pinglu Daoist Sanctuary below, then swept across the beast tide, lingering for a moment on a young man in purple robes.
The True Lord's gaze then moved, until it extended beyond the temple grounds and stopped on the straight main road.
That was the road he personally cleared when he came to Lai Province in the east.
This place was once a breeding ground for ferocious beasts, a land where civilization had withered, and a place where there was no sun or sky.
But thousands of years ago, after Zhenjun personally came to this place, he single-handedly established the Pinglu Daoist Sanctuary.
They took in cultivators, cared for exiles, explored spiritual veins, and guarded the Daoist temples, finally establishing the civilized Mars in this Boundless Wilderness.
Although this tiny spark is still very weak, it is a spark in the Boundless Wilderness.
As long as a continuous supply of firewood is added, it can burn fiercely in the Boundless Wilderness.
Finally, a future belonging to cultivators will be forged through the flames.
Like this main road, it will stretch straight ahead, until it penetrates deep into that vast land.
We will reclaim the land that once belonged to the cultivators!
However, the True Lord was unable to accomplish such a great undertaking...
He was a pioneer who paved the way, but the road was full of thorns.
Looking at the numerous difficulties ahead, he longed to extend the great road.
But by then, it was too late to reverse the situation...
At this moment, the True Lord suddenly realized his own predicament. The complex emotions in his eyes vanished, replaced by a resolute look.
"Imperial Edict!"
A loud shout erupted from the True Lord's mouth.
Xu Long was suddenly jolted in the crowd, feeling an extremely powerful energy surging from within the banners.
At this moment, the Golden Immortal True Lord had already exerted all his Magic Power, and with only his own strength, he was about to lift up that huge golden light.
A faint light shone through the banners, and long tassels billowed back as energy surged.
This golden net appeared invisible, but judging from the True Lord's tense expression, Xu Long was certain of it.
This enormous golden net, like the Thousand-Jun Tower, undoubtedly contains boundless energy.
As the True Lord uttered a single word, the golden net that had been floating erratically in the air suddenly stopped.
Then, as if being lifted up layer by layer, it went straight into the air.
At this moment, the banners below were still changing formations, Xu Long noticed as he carefully sensed them.
The Banners Forming a Forest Formation had completely enveloped the Duck Beast King.
The worries in his heart have become a reality. Xu Long now knows that he and the others are under the banner and will inevitably face the Duck Beast King head-on.
The True Lord's method is to gather the Magic Power of all cultivators and then use his own energy as a guide.
After the golden net above their heads is formed, they will put pressure on the bendable Duck Beast King.
Despite the protection of the Banners Forming a Forest Formation, the terrifying power of the Duck Beast King was no joke.
Xu Long sighed inwardly. Sure enough, when one's own strength is insufficient, one is bound to be treated as cannon fodder in battle.
The golden net in the air had already risen, Duck Beast King, seeing the giant net rise, tried to escape in mid-air.
Clearly, it knew the True Lord's methods, but the True Lord had been preparing for a long time, wanting to completely eliminate the Duck Beast King, this major threat, and would not allow it to escape from its prison again.
The sound of "whoosh" echoed in my ears again, Duck Beast King's hurricane was shattered by a powerful force.
The shadow beneath the pagoda stands as tall as a mountain.