Before the Emperor’s Tomb, the scene of more than a dozen cultivators instantly turning to ashes plunged the fervent crowd into an icy abyss—their greed instantly crushed beneath a cold wave of fear.
“This tomb is guarded by an Imperial Formation. Breaking in by force means certain death!”
An elder from the Celestial Secrets Pavilion, a master of the art of formations, spoke with a trembling voice. In his hand, a compass spun wildly as his divine sense locked tightly onto the flickering, terrifying runes at the entrance.
“No, this formation, though powerful and imbued with supreme imperial might, has withstood countless ages—time is ruthless!”
A glimmer of insight flashed in his eyes, as if he had uncovered a world-shaking secret.
“Even the peerless formations laid by the ancient Emperors cannot escape the erosion of time.
It’s just that its overall structure is too profound, concealing any damage so deeply that ordinary people cannot detect it!
If we search carefully, we are bound to find the formation’s weak points!”
“Then what are we waiting for? Hurry and find them!”
Many factions swiftly dispatched formation masters to probe, desperate to uncover any flaws.
Time passed, patience waned among the crowd, until suddenly an excited voice rang out!
“Found it! At the southeast Xun position and the northwest Qian position, there are several places where the Dao rhythms flow obscurely, and the rune connections seem cracked!
These are permanent damages left by the ravages of time—fatal weaknesses the formation can no longer mend on its own!”
The voice, old and trembling with restrained excitement, suddenly broke the tense silence like a stone shattering still waters.
All eyes turned toward the source—a formation grandmaster from Central State, his white hair and beard flowing as if without wind, his cloudy old eyes now blazing with sharp light.
“Is what you say true, fellow Daoist?!”
The Grand Zhou Emperor stepped forward, imperial dragon aura shimmering faintly around him, his gaze piercing like a torch.
“Absolutely true. Your Majesty, esteemed guests, please observe—”
The formation grandmaster took a deep breath. His already gaunt frame seemed to shrink further, yet his aura surged dramatically.
With swift hand movements, he wove countless ancient hand seals, dazzling all who watched.
“Qian, Kun, Xun, Zhen—the Four Symbols rotate, the Qi flows and guides—reveal!”
With a final shout, he channeled his purest formation cultivation as a catalyst, unleashing a sudden surge!
“Vzzzz—!”
A slender, hair-thin yet incredibly condensed beam of azure spiritual light shot forth, carrying a precise guiding Dao rhythm, piercing directly into the vast and terrifying imperial formation’s southeast sector.
“Crack!!”
A faint yet unmistakable sound echoed clearly in the ears of all the experts present.
They focused their gaze, witnessing the once seamless, endlessly radiant core imperial runes in the southeast Xun position.
The brilliant divine light on their surfaces suddenly flickered uncontrollably—blinking, dimming, and wavering as if struggling to maintain their glow.
More alarming was that, in the instant the runes’ light flickered, faint spiderweb-like cracks appeared where the runes connected to the surrounding Dao patterns!
Though fleeting and soon masked again by the flowing formation light, those with keen eyes in attendance captured the flaw firmly.
The formation grandmaster’s face turned as pale as paper, clearly drained from the immense effort.
“Fellow Daoist, your formation is profoundly mysterious. I am truly impressed,” said the Grand Zhou Emperor, a trace of admiration flickering in his eyes.
“Now that we have found its weak point, what method shall we use to break through this formation?”
At these words, all the great masters’ gazes once again converged on the gaunt Formation Grandmaster, their eyes filled with anticipation.
Yet, under the weight of so many stares, the excitement that had flushed the old man’s face quickly faded, replaced by a deep sense of helplessness and bitterness.
He slowly shook his head, his voice hoarse from exhaustion, tinged with unmasked reverence:
“Your Majesty’s praise is too kind; this old man is unworthy.
Merely discovering this flaw is a stroke of luck, made possible only by the passage of time and the formation’s own cyclical energies, allowing us to glimpse a faint trace.”
He shook his head heavily once more, his gaze fixed on the vast Imperial Formation with a reverence bordering on worship.
“This is an unparalleled sealing array personally laid by an ancient Great Emperor. Though worn by time, its fundamental structure and the profound interweaving of its Dao principles are beyond the comprehension of us junior cultivators. For us to even perceive its outline is the utmost limit. As for breaking the formation…”
He looked around and spoke each word deliberately:
“Forgive my bluntness, but I am powerless. This is not a matter of skill or calculation. It is like an ant spotting a crack in a mountain — it may see the gap, but it lacks the strength to move the mountain.”
The atmosphere on site instantly stiffened.
“Are we to stand by and watch, empty-handed, after entering the treasure mountain?”
An elder from a sacred ground couldn’t help but urge anxiously.
“It’s not entirely without hope.”
The Formation Grandmaster caught his breath, a complex light flickering in his eyes.
“The path of technique is closed. Only one way remains: to use overwhelming external force to violently shatter the weak point!”
He slowed his speech, his tone heavy with warning:
“But this method is extremely perilous! The Imperial Formation possesses its own spirit, and its counterattack will be earth-shattering.
Moreover, forcibly striking the formation will trigger a chain reaction throughout the entire array, unleashing an unpredictable storm of destruction! The scale of its impact and the breadth of its devastation are beyond estimation!”
His words were like a bucket of ice water poured over many whose minds had been clouded by greed.
To forcibly break the formation would mean bearing such terrifying consequences and risks!
Leaders of various factions weighed, hesitated, and recoiled in fear.
“Hmph!”
A wild, disdainful snort cracked like thunder from the bronze war chariot pulled by nine dragons belonging to the South Domain Demon Lord!
“Overly cautious and hesitant — is that how one who seeks the Dao behaves? A mere shattered formation, why make such a fuss?”
Before his words finished, a figure suddenly stepped forward atop the chariot — it was the South Domain Demon Lord himself!
His aura surged like a tempest, and in his hand he held up an object: an ancient bronze bell, its surface carved with savage totems, now radiating a terrifying energy that commanded the submission of all demons and made the void itself tremble!
“The Demon Emperor Bell! The ultimate imperial weapon of the demon race!”
A well-informed elder cultivator exclaimed in shock.
“Danger! Fall back quickly!” Ling Canglan’s face turned pale as he shouted sharply.
But it was already too late!
A cruel grin spread across the South Domain Demon Lord’s face as he heedlessly poured his overwhelming demonic power into the bronze bell, ignoring the dense crowd below!
“Dāng—!”
A sharp, crisp bell toll echoed through the heavens and earth, carrying an overwhelming will of destruction!
The bronze bell swelled with the wind, growing to the size of a mountain. Its mouth aimed squarely at the fragile weak point of the imperial tomb’s sealing formation, then suddenly trembled violently!
A visible, dark azure wave of destructive sound burst forth like a catastrophic flood breaking its dam, or the collective roar of countless monstrous beasts. It carried a terrifying demonic might capable of shattering stars and slaughtering all living beings, mercilessly crashing forward!
Simple! Brutal! Without a shred of hesitation!
“Madman!”
“Dare, you demon tribe!” Several human Sovereigns shouted in shock and fury.
Below, countless cultivators were so terrified they felt their souls fleeing their bodies!
“Unite and resist!”
Several Sovereign-level figures were forced to act hastily, joining forces to set up defenses, shielding their disciples behind them.
Yet, the Demon Emperor’s Bell attack was too sudden, too focused!
“BOOOOM!!!!”
The dark azure sound wave collided fiercely with the imperial tomb’s sealing formation!
The cataclysmic energy storm surged like a tsunami, wildly sweeping in all directions!
“Run! Run for your lives!”
Piercing screams and desperate cries were swallowed by the roaring energy.
The crowd utterly collapsed, trampling one another in a frantic scramble to put even an inch of distance between themselves and the deadly storm.
The destructive maelstrom continued expanding, poised to turn the area outside the imperial tomb’s entrance into a death trap that would consume tens of thousands of souls!
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