In the vastness of the cosmos, the self-destruction of the fleet proceeded in an orderly fashion. Explosions of fire and nuclear shockwaves spread from one ship to the next. Before long, the entire half of the galaxy was shrouded in the blinding light of mutual annihilation.
This practically signified that the forces led by the Emperor and those led by the Elders had mutually obliterated each other.
Though separated by an infinite distance, the sight of simultaneous destruction from above and below was truly awe-inspiring and deeply moving.
Amidst the dust and debris of the collapsing Elder Senate, people let out successive cries of astonishment. Naturally, the reason was the long-hidden Supreme statue finally revealing itself to the world after centuries of concealment.
It was the most magnificent Supreme至尊 statue in the universe, sculpted based on the至尊 himself prior to his ascension. It was revealed only once a year during the Grand High Priest ceremony, a time when only the royal family and the highest-ranking nobles were allowed to pay their respects.
Now, with the protection of the Elder Senate gone, the statue finally revealed its true form.
It was carved directly from the face of a mountain. The至尊’s likeness was breathtakingly lifelike, especially his eyes—gazing calmly forward, filled with compassion and serenity. Though merely a stone sculpture, it radiated a divine brilliance and aura, truly a masterpiece of unparalleled craftsmanship. His long hair cascaded over his shoulders, each strand meticulously carved, with each individual hair measuring over a hundred meters in length.
“Back then, carving this statue cost the lives of over ten thousand artisans,” Hude said softly to Yang Hao.
“They didn’t use magic? Why not?”
“To express the reverence of all beings in the universe for the至尊, these Elders actually refrained from using magic. Instead, they summoned artisans from every star system across the cosmos to carve the statue by hand. Hundreds of thousands of workers, using only the most primitive tools—and not even laser cutters—were allowed. They carved the至尊’s image directly from the mountainside,” Hude said coldly. “Look at his gaze—how compassionate it appears? Yet those compassionate eyes were paid for with the blood, sweat, and lives of our greatest ten artists from the Bear Clan.”
Yang Hao gazed at the Supreme statue, his heart filled with bitterness as he reflected on how such utter disregard for human life had been displayed merely to create a stone body. This so-called one and only god had never done anything for others.
The至尊 unified all the sects of the Immortal Cultivation, imprisoned the gods, and reshaped the cosmic order. On the surface, it seemed as though he had given intelligent beings the chance to develop freely. But in reality, there must be a secret hidden behind it all.
A secret known only to the Supreme One himself. And at the heart of that secret must lie the Supreme One’s own interests.
To sacrifice everyone for his own sake—that was the至尊’s habitual principle.
Although Yang Hao felt a surge of anger and injustice in his heart, it was all about to end. The Supreme One had ascended long ago and never returned, and the Elder Senate, the symbol of his authority, had now collapsed.
At the foot of the Zhi Zun statue, numerous gray spires emerged, each over three meters tall, constructed from gray stone and engraved with intricate patterns, each bearing profound meaning.
These spires had not been visible in the Elder Senate’s palace before. They were hidden independently to one side of the statue, shielded from view by the Senate’s buildings, making them nearly impossible for outsiders to discover.
“These are the Spirit Bone Pagodas,” Hude explained again. “Legend has it that once an Elder dies, their body is buried within these pagodas, guarded by specially assigned caretakers.”
“Do these old guys actually die?” Yang Hao sneered. Generally speaking, once someone reaches the Saint Realm, their lifespan extends to the natural limit of intelligent beings, living a hundred or two hundred years being quite normal.
“Limitations are still limitations,” Hude replied. “The Elder Senate has existed for several hundred years. The oldest Elder was over five hundred years old. Eventually, they all must die. The Supreme once said that Elders never die—it was just a slogan.”
“Is that so?” Yang Hao smiled. “You’re not exactly younger than those Elders.”
Hude immediately clamped his mouth shut, unwilling to speak further. This old fellow always kept his strength a mystery.
Yang Hao didn’t press him further. Looking more closely at the Spirit Bone Pagodas, they stood solemnly amidst the dust. Within the entire cemetery, only one elderly caretaker was visible. It was clear that the Elders rarely entered here.
For some reason, Yang Hao felt something strange about these Spirit Bone Pagodas, as if they might bring some kind of unexpected consequence.
But he had little time to dwell on it, for as the Elder Senate buildings collapsed, three hundred Elders burst forth. This time, the Elders were truly enraged, ready to fight to the death.
Although the fleet’s self-destruction had shattered the Great Radiance Defense and destroyed the Elder Senate complex, it had not harmed the Elders inside who had been fully prepared.
The Elders had just been empowered by Su Hanzheng’s blood ritual, their bodies brimming with strength. Now, having suffered the humiliation of the Senate’s destruction, they refused to hide like cowards any longer. Without needing Su Hanzheng’s command, they charged out themselves, determined to fight Yang Hao and his forces to the bitter end.
These were three hundred Elders, a formidable force that no one would dare provoke under normal circumstances. Today, having suffered a humiliating defeat, they were willing to sacrifice their lives to annihilate the Dan Ding Sect.
In the blink of an eye, the Long You Legion’s defensive line was torn apart.
Affected by the blood ritual, the Elders radiated red light, exuding a murderous aura. They slashed left and right like meat grinders, intent on crushing the Dan Ding Sect forces.
Although the Dan Ding Sect had the advantage in numbers, surrounding the three hundred Elders in the center, they couldn’t get close without being cut down.
Hude gripped his axe tightly and joined the battle, boosting the morale of the Long You Legion, which erupted into a chorus of war cries.
The Elders were also beginning to feel the pressure. After all, the power of a peak Saint Realm warrior was formidable. Wherever Hude appeared, he could inflict fatal damage on several Elders at once.
But the Elders lacked in numbers. The Long You Legion and Dan Ding Sect had the advantage in manpower—one fell, another replaced him, seemingly endless. But the Elders had only three hundred in total. Each one Hude killed meant one fewer to suppress the enemy. As the balance shifted, the Elders could barely defend themselves and had no strength left to counterattack.
Yet even their defense made it difficult for Yang Hao’s forces to advance.
Yang Hao sighed. The Elder Senate’s alarm had been ringing for a long time. Such a commotion would surely be heard clearly not only in the Imperial City but even in every corner of the planet.
If the old Sword Saint had failed to hold back the Nine Stewards, those fellows would soon return.
Yang Hao knew in his heart that his current forces were already barely enough to deal with the three hundred Elders. If the Nine Stewards joined the battle, retreat would be the only option.
“Hurry! We must act quickly!!” Yang Hao’s mind raced as he grabbed the Yan Rong Bow.
Su Hanzheng’s doomsday had arrived. This man, who had lived in obscurity for decades, was now burning away his own life with the blood ritual. Tonight would be the most brilliant and glorious moment of his life.
As Yang Hao raised the Yan Rong Bow, Su Hanzheng saw it.
Everything around him seemed to fall silent, as if time had stopped. Su Hanzheng naturally knew what Yang Hao held in his hands. The golden-red bow, wreathed in flames, had long been famous throughout the Empire.
The炎融弓—the first of the thirty divine artifacts crafted by the Creator, the sole weapon capable of sealing true deities, having even inflicted wounds upon Stewards and Elders.
Su Hanzheng didn’t even prepare to resist. His blood had already been drained by the blood ritual, and his withered body had no further use.
So when the Wrathfire Arrow streaked through the air like a fire dragon, piercing Su Hanzheng’s chest, he didn’t even cry out. His entire physical body was consumed by the divine power of the Yan Rongong, bursting into flames.
At the same time, a grayish, incomplete shadow emerged from Su Hanzheng’s body and quickly flew toward the至尊statue.
Su Hanzheng abandoned his physical form to absorb Yang Hao’s fatal strike, channeling his last breath into a final spiritual consciousness.
Retreat! Retreat quickly!!
Su Hanzheng’s spiritual consciousness swiftly retreated to the foot of the至尊statue, into the garden of hundreds of Spirit Bone Pagodas.
The Spirit Bone Pagodas within the Elder Senate were actually a forbidden zone. Even the Elders themselves were not allowed to enter casually. Legend had it that all the ancient masters who had ever existed since the founding of the Elder Senate slumbered here.
The entire garden had only one elderly caretaker, who cleaned the Spirit Bone Pagodas every day. No one knew who he was or had ever seen his strength.
Except for Su Hanzheng.
In fact, Su Hanzheng was the direct disciple of this old man. His blood ritual technique had been learned from him.
Now, Su Hanzheng’s life had reached its end.
His spiritual consciousness drifted to the old man’s feet: “Master.”
“Has it truly come to this?” the old man asked bitterly, “Hanzheng?”
“Master…” Though Su Hanzheng was only a faint shadow,
he did not show sorrow, “Disciple is unworthy, unable to serve you further. Today’s battle, I have given my all. I have not disappointed decades of spiritual cultivation.”
The old man leaned on his broom, his face gaunt, dressed in a plain gray robe, not as resplendent as the Elders, but his eyes gleamed with a light no less brilliant than any Steward or Elder.
“Master, the Elder Senate’s centuries of foundation has been destroyed. Today’s battle will surely end in mutual annihilation. Please, Master, intervene and save us,” Su Hanzheng pleaded weakly.
The old man closed his eyes: “Has it truly come to the final moment?”
The Nine Stewards have disappeared without a trace into the Imperial City, likely having fallen into a trap. The three hundred Elders have been severely suppressed by the Dan Ding Sect. Yang Hao’s Flame-Fusing Bow is an unparalleled divine artifact. If we don’t execute that move immediately, Yang Hao’s divine bow will eventually pick off each Elder one by one.
Su Hanzheng looked up, gazing at the old man: “Master, my soul is already scattered… I cannot recover… The only option now…”
After saying this, Su Hanzheng’s last breath of spiritual energy was exhausted. With sorrow in his heart, he gazed at the old man, his gray shadow gradually dissipating.
Su Hanzheng had been unknown for the first forty years of his life, but tonight’s actions would ensure his name was remembered by history.
However, the fall of the Elder Senate was now unstoppable.
After Yang Hao killed Su Hanzheng, he fired nine more arrows. These nine Wrathfire Arrows accurately pierced the chests of nine Elders—those who were most capable of organizing the Elders’ resistance after Su Hanzheng.
Yang Hao’s Flamebow was practically the greatest nemesis of the Elders. Normally, these Elders could have engaged Yang Hao in close combat, but now, with Hude leading a group of Saint Realm warriors to suppress them from the front, and Yang Hao launching long-range attacks from behind, the Elder Senate could no longer hold their position and gradually retreated.
Inside the Spirit Bone Pagoda, the old man watched Su Hanzheng’s final spiritual consciousness fade into the wind. Finally, he sighed deeply and dropped his broom.
Since the first Elder entered the Spirit Bone Pagoda, the old man had lost count of the years he had spent sweeping. Yet the duty left behind by the至尊 still weighed upon his shoulders. From the days of youthful vigor when he first joined the Elder Senate to his current aged condition, his task was finally drawing to a close.
The old man placed his hand on a special Spirit Bone Pagoda—it was golden, seven stories high, with seven golden bells hanging on each level.
A surge of power entered the Spirit Bone Pagoda, causing the entire tower to tremble. With an unsettling vibration, the golden bells began to ring, emitting a heart-wrenching sound.
The long, piercing sound was so intense it could make one’s ears bleed.
Indeed, the old man’s eyes, ears, nose, and mouth all began to bleed. His entire body’s spiritual energy was almost completely drained by the Spirit Bone Pagoda. In the end, when the bells reached their loudest vibration, the old man had already turned into a pile of dry bones.
But at the same time, the three hundred Spirit Bone Pagodas in the tower forest shattered together. Inside these pagodas, to everyone’s shock, were seated countless elders dressed in gray robes.
This scene not only startled Yang Hao and his forces but also left the three hundred Elders in battle astonished.
At this point, the three hundred Elders had already retreated to the foot of the Supreme statue. They had witnessed the dramatic transformation of the Spirit Bone Pagodas with their own eyes. The elders emerging from the towers caused a chorus of shouts.
“Master!”
“Teacher!!”
“Senior!!”
The gray-robed elders from the Spirit Bone Pagodas opened their eyes one by one, their expressions solemn as they stepped forward, gazing calmly at Yang Hao and his forces.
“Who are they?” Yang Hao asked Hude. The shock in Yang Hao’s heart was indescribable. He could tell that these gray-robed elders were all high-level Saint Realm experts, each an Elder. Yet these Elders were completely unknown to Yang Hao.
“The legend of the undying Elders… could it be true?” Hude gripped his axe tightly and roared, “Those people… they were Elders who died long ago.”
A gray-robed elder stepped forward from the ranks of the Elders. Although the battlefield was in chaos, the newly emerged three hundred gray-robed Elders remained calm and swiftly replaced their exhausted comrades, forming a defensive line before the Dan Ding Sword Sect.
“The至尊possesses supreme power. He foresaw that someone would attack the Elder Senate after his ascension, so he established the rule that Elders would never die or be destroyed,” said the gray-robed elder. “We were honored by the至尊, who granted us eternal life to prepare for this very day. Therefore, we willingly sealed ourselves inside the Spirit Bone Pagodas, entering a deep meditative state devoid of consciousness. When enemies approached, we would break free from the pagodas.”
Yang Hao sighed: “The Elder Senate’s centuries of foundation indeed surpasses what we see here.”
“Correct,” the gray-robed elder said proudly. “So, you shall all die!!”
With that, the Elders launched a counterattack.
This time, the Dan Ding Sword Sect truly felt the pressure.
The Elder Senate’s accumulated strength over five hundred years was now fully revealed. Six hundred Elders formed a grand formation, its power increasing by more than tenfold.
The nine Grand Swordmaster divisions of the Long You Legion were instantly shattered. When hundreds of Elders charged forward, even a peak Saint Realm expert like Hude could not turn the tide.
The only one not joining the battle was Yang Hao.
He merely shot a Wrathfire Arrow into the sky. When the flame pierced the heavens and bloomed into a dazzling fireworks display, the night sky over Elder Mountain finally lit up.
All around the mountain, countless lights appeared. Innumerable warriors climbed the cliffs, advancing toward the Elder Senate. Deafening war cries and countless banners fluttered in the air.
The scene resembled a super battlefield from the age of cold weapons. The warriors surrounded Elder Mountain like a swarm of locusts, charging up the slopes without regard for their lives.
“That’s…” the leader of the gray-robed Elders stared in disbelief.
He had been in seclusion for over a century and naturally didn’t know who was rushing up the mountain.
But Yang Hao was more than willing to explain: “Our Dan Ding Sword Sect and Long You Legion are attacking from the front. The Southern assault is led by the Merchant Guild’s forty Swordmaster divisions. The Western front is the Imperial Guard Corps of the Royal Family, and the Northern front is your old friends, the Ten Sword Streams. Today, the most powerful forces of the entire Empire, all anti-Elder factions, have gathered here. This night will decide the outcome.”
Yang Hao’s voice, like a death sentence, made the Elders tremble with fear.
Earlier, Yang Hao’s forces alone had already overwhelmed the three hundred Elders, but now with new forces joining from all directions, the battle was turning decisively.
The Merchant Guild’s forty Swordmaster divisions were their accumulated strength over many years. They had only appeared once before, driving away the Gan Sword Stream. Now, with forty divisions charging forward recklessly, it was like ants swarming an elephant—eventually, even the strongest could not resist.
The attack from the Ten Sword Streams struck the Elders even harder.
The Ten Sword Streams were originally subordinate to the Elder Senate, treated like servants. Now, the remaining six sword sects followed Yang Hao’s command, launching a full-scale attack against their former masters, nearly driving the Elders to the brink of collapse.
The most shocking assault came from the west. Although it lacked the thunderous momentum of the northern and southern fronts, it advanced the fastest. In silence, the ten Elders defending the west were cleanly eliminated, and the black-armored Imperial Guard had already reached the Elders’ rear.
This force was indeed the strongest, led by none other than the supreme ruler of the Galactic Empire—the Emperor himself. Today, the old Emperor was in full battle gear, wielding a great sword, leading the charge at the forefront. Anyone who encountered him was cut down without mercy. Even if a few escaped, they would not escape the grasp of Feng Feng.
Today, the Emperor and Feng Feng led the highest military force within the Royal Family—over twenty Saint Realm experts and tens of thousands of Imperial Guard warriors, coming to fight the Elder Senate to the death.
At this point, the anti-Elder forces were fully revealed. As Yang Hao said, today’s battle would be the final one—a battle to the death, with no possibility of coexistence.
All grudges, all past grievances, would be settled today.
At the command of the Emperor and Yang Hao, waves upon waves of swordsmen began launching death attacks against the Elders. These swordsmen treated their own lives as nothing, charging forward recklessly, aiming only to delay the Elders for a second so their comrades could strike.
The offensive line, paved with the blood of swordsmen, forced the six hundred Elders back to the foot of the至尊statue. Even the long-sealed Elders could no longer hold out.
The numbers on the Emperor and Yang Hao’s side were simply overwhelming. Not only in battle, but even if each person threw a single sword, they could kill hundreds of Elders. The Elder Senate had only six hundred members in total. Although they were all Saint Realm experts, under the suppression of enemy Saint Realm warriors, they couldn’t even begin to unleash their grand techniques.
The encirclement tightened more and more. It looked as if the six hundred Elders would soon perish.
But just as the crisis reached its peak, eight streaks of light shot from the direction of the Imperial City. In an instant, they arrived above the Elders.
The Eight Stewards had broken free.
Previously, Yang Hao and the Emperor had intentionally left gaps, allowing the Nine Stewards to launch a surprise attack on the palace. In reality, they had left the old Sword Saint behind, setting up an impenetrable barrier, intending to trap the nine inside the Imperial City for a long time.
But things are rarely perfect. Although the nine were indeed trapped, the Ghost Elder among them had still found a way to break the barrier.
In the end, the Ghost Elder and the old Sword Saint perished together, their light and dark powers merging into nothingness.
The eight surviving Stewards, knowing the dire situation on Elder Mountain, didn’t dare delay and immediately returned.
But they never expected the situation to be this bad.
Elder Mountain had been breached, the Elder Senate completely destroyed, with only the Vanguang Staff still standing alone. The entire Spirit Bone Pagoda forest had turned to ash. More than two-tenths of the six hundred Elders had already been killed or wounded, barely holding their ground without any counterattack capability.
Across Elder Mountain, anti-Elder forces swarmed everywhere. Countless swordsmen used reckless tactics, their sole purpose being to kill the Elders.
Wu Yi looked at the scene below, his heart pounding with fear.
But the eight Stewards were no ordinary men. Upon arrival, their first action wasn’t to join the battle.
If they rushed in immediately, it would play right into Yang Hao and the Emperor’s hands. Once inside the encirclement, no matter how powerful they were, they would be overwhelmed by sheer numbers.
Wu Yi and the other Stewards did only one thing—they retreated, taking the remaining five hundred Elders, along with the Vanguang Staff and the treasures hidden within the Elder Senate, and fled in one breath.
With the power of the eight Stewards, although they could collectively teleport so many people, they couldn’t escape far, especially since they couldn’t leave Elder Mountain entirely. Thus, the remaining Elders retreated to the entrance of the Dan Ding Sect’s cave dwelling at the mountain peak, establishing their final defense line.
Behind them lay the one thing the Elder Senate could never afford to lose.
The Supreme One’s physical body.
This would be their final stand.
“They still managed to come out,” the Emperor said beside Yang Hao, his long hair flowing like a lion’s mane, though his eyes carried sorrow.
Yang Hao knew the Emperor was mourning the old Sword Saint, his master.
“One Steward is missing, so they did suffer losses,” Yang Hao consoled. “But now the Eight Stewards have returned, along with five hundred Elders entrenched in the cave dwelling. It won’t be easy to surround them again.”
“Full-scale assault!!” the Emperor roared with pride. “I’ve waited for this moment for years. Even if all the Stewards are here, what does it matter? We have hundreds of thousands of swordsmen here. Launch a full-scale assault! Full-scale assault!!”
Feng Feng nodded slightly and gestured forward.
The Imperial Guard charged ahead, leading the charge toward the cave dwelling.
“They won’t just sit there and wait,” Yang Hao said, gazing at the cave dwelling at the mountain peak and the dark clouds lingering above it.
That dark cloud had hung there for over a thousand years, never dissipating. It was not the Supreme One’s divine power, but the accumulated strength of generations of ancestors from the Dan Ding Sect.
Yang Hao’s prediction was correct—the Eight Stewards had exactly this plan.
Standing at the entrance of the cave dwelling, the five hundred Elders took a brief respite to recover their spiritual energy. Four Stewards replaced the Elders as the main defenders of the mountain path. The narrow path allowed only five Imperial Guard swordsmen to charge at a time, which the Stewards could easily eliminate.
The Xuan Lei Formation on Elder Mountain still existed, so no one dared to fly directly to the summit. Otherwise, the power of the lightning would be unbearable for ordinary people.
Wu Yi looked at the remaining five hundred Elders, all exhausted and wounded. This was the Elder Senate’s last strength, each one invaluable.
But by now, Wu Yi had regained his composure. As the highest decision-maker of the Elder Senate, he had to lead the Elders out of the crisis. There was no time for regret.
“Have you calculated it yet?” Wu Yi asked the Tiance Elder, who was still performing calculations beside him.
Tiance calculated for a moment longer before sighing and pulling Wu Yi aside:
“I’ve calculated it.”
“What’s the probability of victory?” Wu Yi asked. As the most precise calculator in the world, Tiance’s words were always accurate.
Wu Yi’s original plan was to hold here and wait for the Elders to recover their strength. Then, when the enemy was off guard, they would launch a surprise counterattack from above, aiming to kill Yang Hao or the Emperor. At least, this would ensure they wouldn’t be defeated today.
But repeated defeats had made Wu Yi cautious. Before taking action,
he wanted Tiance to calculate the odds.
Tiance’s gray beard was stained with blood, making him look disheveled, but as he gazed at Wu Yi, there was no hint of amusement: “Master…”
Wu Yi was slightly taken aback. He and Tiance were both Stewards, and although Wu Yi was the head, they were generally considered equals. Why would Tiance address him as “Master”?
“What is it?” Wu Yi tugged at Tiance’s sleeve.
Tiance sighed and retrieved a jade stone from his robe: “Master, this is a divine artifact I have cultivated over a hundred years, called the Ning Yu Xi. Though it may not be as mighty as a true divine artifact, it holds all of my cultivation power. Please keep it for me.”
“What are you doing?” Wu Yi refused to take it. “Tiance, we’ve known each other for a hundred years, like brothers. Just speak plainly.”
Tiance looked into the distance. The darkest hour was about to pass, and a red glow appeared on the horizon before dawn. But what he had calculated could not be spoken aloud.
Tiance stuffed the Jade Seal into Wu Yi’s robe and shook his head: “Your counterattack plan has no chance of success. Don’t proceed.”
“No chance at all?” Wu Yi was shocked. He lowered his voice: “Tiance, did you miscalculate? We’ve accumulated centuries of power here. Can’t we even have a slight chance of killing Yang Hao and the Emperor?”
Tiance stubbornly shook his head: “The time is not on our side. This is no longer our world.” He patted Wu Yi’s shoulder and pointed to the countless banners covering the mountain: “The entire world, the entire universe is rebelling against us. Even the Ten Sword Streams are against us. Is this still the world of the Elder Senate?”
“But the Supreme One left us with such powerful forces. How can we…”
Tiance smiled bitterly: “The至尊 established the Elder Senate, which was originally sufficient to suppress the world.
But who could have predicted that the world would produce someone like Yang Hao? He alone has united all the forces opposing us. Now, their strength far surpasses ours.”
Wu Yi’s hands trembled, but he remained silent.
“They have four peak Saint Realm experts, dozens of Saint Realm warriors, ten thousand Grand Swordmasters, and countless swordsmen. What kind of force is that? It’s the combined strength of all factions outside the Elder Senate accumulated over centuries. To kill two peak Saint Realm warriors within such a massive army would likely require none other than the至尊 himself.”
“Then there’s no way out?” Wu Yi pondered. As the head of the Elders, he naturally wouldn’t give up easily.
Tiance’s meaning was simple: although their side had strong individual power, the enemy’s numbers were simply too overwhelming. Using a human wave tactic could wear down the Elders. To kill Yang Hao in such a massive army was almost impossible.
But what if the human wave was completely wiped out?
Wu Yi suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the dark clouds lingering over the peak of Elder Mountain.
Tiance also realized it and took a step back in fear: “You… you want to use it?”
Wu Yi nodded grimly.
“But since its creation, it has never been used recklessly,” Tiance said with lingering fear. “Back when the Zun arrived at Copper Furnace Mountain, the Dan Ding Sect dared not use it.”
“That’s because they were in the middle of a ritual and didn’t have enough people to activate the formation,” Wu Yi’s expression turned sinister. “Now, we have eight people here, enough for the two of them.”
The Xuan Lei Formation had been established since the founding of the Dan Ding Sect’s cave dwelling on Copper Furnace Mountain.
This formation was established by the first ancestor of the Dan Ding Sect. Initially, it was only a defensive measure for the entire Copper Furnace Mountain. Just like now, anyone flying up the mountain without knowing the formation’s closing method would be struck by lightning.
But this was only the original purpose of the Xuan Lei Barrier. In the long years that followed, generation after generation of ancestors from the Dan Ding Sect continuously refined and enhanced it, infusing it with immense power.
A total of more than twelve scattered immortals and four flying immortals had comprehensively upgraded the formation.
When the last flying immortal reopened the formation, he could proudly declare that this Xuan Lei Formation had become a formation capable of slaying immortals.
He wasn’t exaggerating.
At that time, when the Supreme unified all the sects of the Immortal Cultivation and sought to establish the Elder Senate here, the Supreme brought the first thirty Elders to test the power of the Xuan Lei Barrier.
Thus, disregarding all advice, the Supreme One opened the formation using the power of a scattered immortal.
Centuries have passed, and the details of that event are now unknown, but the result is clear to all.
The至尊 was struck and lost half of his life force, while not one of the thirty Elders survived. Among those thirty, at least five were peak Saint Realm experts, yet they all met the same fate—reduced to dust and bones, not even leaving behind a corpse.
Afterward, the Supreme One放心fully left the Elder Senate and his physical body on the mountain. In his words, unless five hundred Saint Realm experts were willing to sacrifice their lives, the Xuan Lei Barrier was absolutely unstoppable.
Clearly, Yang Hao and his forces did not have five hundred Saint Realm experts. All their Saint Realm warriors combined numbered no more than a few dozen. It was only through sheer numbers that they had pushed the Elder Senate to this desperate situation.
Numbers may be an advantage, but in the face of the Xuan Lei barrier, it would become a disadvantage.
“Are you really going to use it?” Tiance sighed. “Once the Xuan Lei barrier is activated, all the spiritual energy on Elder Mountain will completely dissipate, requiring centuries to recover.”
“If the Elder Senate is gone, if we don’t use it, we won’t even be able to protect the至尊’s physical body,” Wu Yi said expressionlessly. “Do we have any other choice?”
Tiance fell silent, remaining quiet for a long time. Seeing the Imperial Guard swordsmen charging up the mountain recklessly again, this time with Saint Realm experts among them and a barrage of long-range weapons, even the defending Stewards struggled to hold their ground. Helplessly, the Elders, who had just rested briefly, rushed forward again to suppress the attack.
“You mustn’t forget, once the Xuan Lei barrier is activated, the defenses of Elder Mountain will collapse. Anyone will be able to fly directly to the summit, and our natural advantage will be lost.”
Wu Yi nodded but was unconcerned: “Once the formation is activated, those damned rebels won’t survive. Who else will be able to fly up?”
His words were correct, and even Tiance found it hard to refute.
But correct words don’t necessarily lead to reality—they often become fatal flaws in the entire plan.
Wu Yi was unaware of this at the moment.
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