The first wave of demon beasts that broke into the grand formation was undoubtedly a bad omen for the Piaomiao Sect.
Their appearance told the disciples who chose to fight to the death one thing: the demonic cultivator army could break in at any moment.
“Master…”
Wu Yan’s gaze turned toward the Sect Leader Hall on the main peak, her tone tinged with worry.
“Don’t always worry about that old woman~”
Wu Yan (Inner) twisted her neck, extended her hands, and crossed them as she stretched.
“One of the formation eyes was destroyed, so the old woman should have gone to take over herself. So unless this turtle shell completely collapses, she won’t be in trouble~”
That said, given the current situation, it was only a matter of time before the grand formation was breached by the demonic cultivators.
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Hoo——
Inside a certain room on Zhuqu Peak, scorching hot air spread out along with dust and smoke.
When the dust settled, the Yu Qingyao at the center finally let out a long sigh, then rolled up her sleeves and wiped the dust from her face.
“Finally done.”
The room had been thrown into utter chaos by the intense shockwaves.
Occasionally, scorching flames burst from the table in front of Yu Qingyao, falling to the ground with a sizzle, scorching the floor black.
“That strange woman Su Qingxuan, the things she gave are really quite useful.”
Yu Qingyao picked up the item from the table, turned it around, and fixed her gaze on it.
The originally violent flames became incredibly docile the moment they touched Yu Qingyao’s fingers.
As the flames dissipated, the treasure hidden within revealed its true form.
It was a bead about the same size as a demon core.
The bead’s surface was mostly red, but upon closer inspection, one could see that the red halo also contained blue.
Inside the bead, densely packed, extremely intricate runes were engraved, absorbing the surrounding spiritual power while continuously emitting it.
“This table was actually able to withstand the power of the Nirvana Fire. Even in my previous life, I wouldn’t dare to take my own flames head-on.”
Yu Qingyao put the table back into her storage bag, clicking her tongue in amazement.
“As expected of an expert who has cultivated to the Immortal Realm.”
She sent a strand of divine sense into it and saw the spirit bead instantly heat up, turning from fiery red to deep blue, and the surrounding spiritual power became extremely turbulent.
“As for the formation inside this bead… it’s truly peculiar.”
That formation was naturally not carved by Yu Qingyao.
From her previous life to this one, she had never been good at formations.
Actually, this formation was the inheritance left to her by Su Qingxuan.
Although Yu Qingyao had clearly stated that she did not intend to inherit Su Qingxuan’s legacy, for some reason, Su Qingxuan still gave her everything she had left behind in life.
Su Qingxuan called this formation the “Nuclear Explosion Array.”
Yu Qingyao remembered the word “nuclear explosion.”
That time in the secret realm Su Qingxuan had created, she had heard that word.
“Using my Nirvana Fire as the core and adding a bit of demonic chi I got from Senior Sister, the reaction should achieve a precision strike.”
Yu Qingyao carefully put it away.
“Now I should go find Senior Sister and discuss how to deal with the aftermath.”
Yu Qingyao grabbed the armchair and was about to stand up, but just as she straightened up, her legs suddenly gave way, and she collapsed back onto the armchair.
A heavy sense of fatigue spread from the soles of her feet all the way to her brain, and her uncontrollable limbs protested against her.
Yu Qingyao turned her head and happened to see her own fair, delicate hands.
“It seems I really am too tired.”
Foundation Establishment Stage.
Now Wu Yan was about to step into the Nascent Soul Stage, while she herself remained at the mere Foundation Establishment Stage.
During the two years she was bound by the Heavenly Dao rules, the gap between her and Wu Yan’s cultivation levels would only grow wider.
In the end, she could only watch helplessly as Wu Yan and the others risked their lives, while she stayed behind as a junior sister cheering them on.
“I need to think of a way. In my previous life, I remember someone saying that the Heavenly Dao bindings could be broken.”
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The urgent alarm sound spread to every corner of the Piaomiao Sect, and communication talismans continuously flew across the sky.
Metal weapons clashed, spells thundered, demonic chi and spirit chi interwove, occasionally mixed with cries of pain and laughter.
Wu Yan had no sooner left Wendao Peak than she rushed to Jujian Peak for support.
After barely defeating a squad of demonic cultivators, a new squad appeared at Wanjian Peak.
Their defensive forces were certainly tenacious, but facing the endless influx of demonic cultivators, even Wu Yan couldn’t be everywhere at once, and she was still overwhelmed.
All Wu Yan could do was finish the battle as quickly as possible and then rush to the next location.
Her moon-white Dao robe was soaked red with blood, and even Wu Yan’s jet-black hair seemed to have a few streaks of dyed red.
“You look quite good now, with a bit of the charm I had back in the day~”
Wu Yan (Inner) gave Wu Yan a careful look.
Although her expression was still cold, her appearance did indeed resemble her own to some extent.
Wu Yan was like an indefatigable machine.
As soon as she finished speaking, she was about to head to the next area.
But then, the originally sturdy white light pillar from the main peak suddenly dimmed, its light flickering on and off.
“Master is in danger!”
Wu Yan’s figure flashed, and she immediately rushed toward the main peak.
When Wu Yan arrived at the Sect Leader Hall, the door had been tightly sealed.
She knocked several times but got no response, so she simply kicked it open, nearly stumbling face-first from the momentum.
“Master!”
The environment inside the Sect Leader Hall wasn’t good either.
The chairs and tables that the peak masters usually used had been moved to a corner.
On the floor directly below the sect master’s seat, a temporary formation was carved, and Xia Lingshuang was currently sitting cross-legged on it.
A large circle of high-grade spiritual stones surrounded her, but most of them had already lost their luster, turning into a pile of waste stones.
Xia Lingshuang’s condition was clearly not good either.
After the spirit stone pile could no longer provide spiritual power, the grand formation naturally turned to Xia Lingshuang, who was at the center of the formation, to absorb spiritual power from her.
Xia Lingshuang’s face was pale, her eyes tightly shut, her body trembling involuntarily.
Her robe was soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her figure.
Hearing the urgent footsteps, Xia Lingshuang suddenly opened her eyes, her bloodshot gaze landing on Wu Yan’s face, which was full of worry.
“Master, are you alright?”
“Fine. What’s the situation now?”
Xia Lingshuang shook her head, if one ignored her dry, bloodless lips.
“Many demonic cultivators have already invaded the grand formation. The situation inside the sect is not ideal; the formation’s effect is getting worse.”
As she spoke, Wu Yan walked toward Xia Lingshuang.
“But fortunately, the peak masters and elders of each peak are all putting in effort. Most of the invading forces have been blocked by them; we’re only dealing with the stragglers.”
Although even the stragglers were still not to be underestimated in number.
Hearing Wu Yan’s answer, Xia Lingshuang nodded.
Fortunately, things were discovered early enough, leaving her plenty of time to prepare.
Otherwise, the Piaomiao Sect might have already ceased to exist by now.
Ultimately, all of this was thanks to Wu Yan.
“Wu…”
Just as Xia Lingshuang was about to call Wu Yan’s name, she caught a scent of blood from her right side.
She turned her head and happened to see Wu Yan raise a teacup and bring it to her lips.
“Master, drink some water.”
“I don’t feel—”
“Master.”
Wu Yan’s calm voice sounded again, and the hand holding the teacup moved even closer to her lips.
For some reason, this scene made Xia Lingshuang feel a bit dazed.
When she had just been reborn, it seemed she had encountered a scene exactly like this.
Only back then, she could only lie in bed all day, and what Wu Yan brought to her lips wasn’t water, but medicine.
The two held this stalemate for barely a moment before Xia Lingshuang voluntarily lowered her head and took small sips from the cup.
Only after seeing Xia Lingshuang’s lips become moist did Wu Yan withdraw her hand.