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Chapter 641: Concealing Heaven’s Will, Defying Transformation

"Master Shenxiu, is the Dragon-Trapping Urn truly as powerful as the rumors say?" Ye Qingcheng asked.

"Of course. With so many powerhouses drawn in, what is there to worry about? When the dragons roar to the heavens, the urn will host a spectacular show!" Shenxiu replied with a confident smile.

"With so many powerhouses, will even the Heavenly Extreme Realm be affected?" Ye Qingcheng asked again.

"Indeed. Within the eight Heavenly Extreme Realms, there won't be an issue. And besides, are there more than eight inside?" Shenxiu chuckled.

"Impossible!" Ye Qingcheng confirmed.

"Then rest assured, this feng shui formation is one of the strongest of my Shenxiu lineage. As long as the Ageless Realm disciples perform without error, we will certainly capture Nangong Sheng and the immortals from the great world!" Shenxiu declared with utmost certainty.

"There will be no issues!" Ye Qingcheng stated firmly.

"However, this operation will cost your Ageless Realm dearly," Shenxiu shook his head.

"Cost? Haha, Master Shenxiu need not worry. The Ageless Realm can afford these expenses. As long as we obtain what we desire in the end, these costs are nothing," Ye Qingcheng laughed.

"Hmm," Shenxiu nodded.

At that moment, a yellow light shot up in front of Ye Qingcheng and the others, signaling the formal activation of the Dragon-Trapping Urn.

The yellow light pierced the sky, reaching into the blood-red clouds above, anchoring both heaven and earth. The vast yellow light wasn't just ordinary light; within moments, it began to solidify, taking on a ceramic-like sheen, resembling a towering ceramic pillar.

But it didn't stop there. The ceramic pillar started to elongate horizontally, forming an ever-widening wall that reached the heavens. It continued to stretch along a specific trajectory, extending wider and wider, like a city wall, but towering thousands of times higher.

As the colossal wall grew, the ground beneath it began to turn ceramic, spreading rapidly towards the Floating Blood Sea.

This wasn't happening in just one place. Similar changes occurred in all prepared positions, with Ye Qingcheng's location being just one. When the towering walls connected, it was within Shenxiu's calculations.

More yellow beams shot skyward, quickly transforming into wall sections.

With each additional wall, a massive 'urn' encompassing the heavens and the earth gradually took shape.

As the formation neared completion, the walls grew, connecting seamlessly. The colossal 'urn' was forming, its scale staggering even to the Ageless Realm disciples who were implementing it.

Countless powerhouses attempting to flee witnessed this astounding scene. They paused, looking at the towering walls in the distance, wondering what was happening.

"Senior Brother, what's going on?" one cultivator asked another.

"Master, the ground in the distance is changing color and advancing towards us. What's happening?"

Back in the small city, Gu Qianyou threw four ancient peach wood swords into the ground at the four corners, channeling energy into the earth.

"Humm—"

The skeletons trembled as dense death energy surged upward, enveloping the city and repelling the invading bats. The bats fell to the ground, decaying rapidly upon contact with the black fog.

"We're not safe yet," Gu Qianyou said, frowning. "The ominous signs persist and may even intensify."

"Empress, what should we do next?" Mr. Corpse asked.

"We must buy time until His Majesty arrives," Gu Qianyou replied gravely.

"Can His Majesty get here? This formation confuses the mind and hinders movement. How will His Majesty enter?" Old Drunkard asked worriedly.

"Trust in His Majesty. No formation can trap him. We just need to hold out," Gu Qianyou assured them.

"Yes!" the group responded.

"Mr. Corpse, can you still manipulate skeletons?" Gu Qianyou asked.

"Yes," he replied.

"Good. Summon as many skeletons as possible and form a 'Skeleton Feng Shui Defense Formation' around the city," Gu Qianyou instructed.

"Understood," Mr. Corpse responded, flying to the city tower to begin his incantations.

Outside, the purple-haired man noticed the change and commanded his disciples, "Everyone, enter the formation and follow my lead!"

"Yes, sir!"

Inside the city, Zhong Shan phased in and opened a door, stepping out.

Old Drunkard stared in disbelief. "Your Majesty, how did you get here?"

"Are you alright?" Gu Qianyou rushed to support Zhong Shan.

"Zhong Shan, you look so pale!" Xianxian exclaimed.

"I'm heavily depleted. I need to rest immediately. Guard me while I recover," Zhong Shan instructed.

"But what about the outside?" Old Drunkard cried out.

"Qianyou, come inside with me. The rest of you, wait outside," Zhong Shan commanded, leading Gu Qianyou into a room.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

"Don't worry, I just need rest. My mental energy was greatly depleted," Zhong Shan reassured her.

"Oh," Gu Qianyou's expression softened.

"I've consulted the Clay Bodhisattva. He's working on a solution for this formation," Zhong Shan said.

"The Clay Bodhisattva suggested the 'Nine-Stage Binding Formation.' Are you familiar with it?" Zhong Shan asked.

"I've learned it, but I'm not very proficient," Gu Qianyou replied.

"Even if you're not proficient, it doesn't matter. The Clay Bodhisattva suggested using this formation to entangle the opponent's feng shui formation, making it immobile. Though it will be tough for you, it should hold for four to five days. By then, I will have recovered, and no formation will be able to stop us," Zhong Shan said.

"Alright! Since the Clay Bodhisattva said it's possible, I'll set up the 'Nine-Stage Binding Formation' right away," Gu Qianyou nodded.

"During my recovery, unless it's a matter of life and death, no one should disturb me. Have Xianxian guard the area," Zhong Shan instructed.

"Understood," Gu Qianyou nodded and went outside to begin the formation setup.

"Martial Uncle, should we find a place to wait and see?"

"Yes, let's move farther away and observe. It seems another powerful force is arriving!"

The sudden and dramatic changes shook the hearts of many cultivators, quelling their initial impulse to flee. They now sought safe places to carefully observe the unfolding events.

On the road, Tian Xiao led a group of Tian Family disciples as they fled, but his serious injuries, combined with the mixed capabilities of the disciples, slowed their pace significantly.

"Young Master, what's happening ahead?" a Tian Family disciple asked.

"A feng shui formation? What kind of feng shui formation is this?" Tian Xiao's expression was puzzled.

"Young Master, should we take a look? There must be powerful cultivators arriving. We can observe from a distance!"

"No, we must leave immediately. Feng shui formations are unpredictable and mysterious. No one knows what they signify. We need to leave quickly!" Tian Xiao ordered.

"Yes!" the group responded promptly.

While Tian Xiao chose to escape, Yin Luo Ri stopped in confusion, seeking a safe place to observe the sudden changes in the world.

A towering wall reaching the heavens? What is going on?

The high walls continued to extend in all directions. When they reached the position of 'Daguo,' the purple-haired man was furiously controlling his feng shui formation, struggling against Gu Qianyou's 'Nine-Stage Binding Formation.'

He had sent everyone into the formation, hoping for a quick resolution, but the more he rushed, the deeper he became entangled, making it harder to withdraw.

At this moment, the purple-haired man regretted his actions. He regretted confronting this stubborn group that now left him stuck. With the Realm Lord's grand plan imminent, how could he explain this mess? In hindsight, he should have sent a few junior disciples to follow their whereabouts and dealt with them after the main event.

Now, the purple-haired man was agitated. He couldn't withdraw without suffering backlash, which could cost him his life.

"Senior Brother, the Realm Lord's signal has arrived. The major positions are ready. Can we start?" Nian Youyou suddenly approached and asked.

The purple-haired man, fully engrossed in battling Gu Qianyou's feng shui formation, was jolted by her words. He looked up to see a distant yellow light shooting into the sky, forming a massive wall that was quickly extending.

Seeing this, the purple-haired man's jaw dropped. It had already begun?

Looking back at the feng shui formation trapping him, the purple-haired man felt faint. The Realm Lord entrusted him with this critical task because of his competence, yet all other positions were fine except his. Why did this happen?

The Ageless Realm had poured immense resources and efforts into this. If the plan failed, he would be the eternal scapegoat.

"Senior Brother, you must dismantle the formation. For the sake of a Xun Ding body, are you really willing to offend the Realm Lord? Have you forgotten your purpose here?" Nian Youyou scolded.

The purple-haired man felt like crying. Did she think he wanted this?

Gradually, the high walls from both sides extended towards him. Without sensing a wall from his position, the two walls continued to grow. When they were a hundred li from him, they stopped, unable to extend further. This was their limit.

Thus, a colossal urn connecting heaven and earth was born, though it had a small, almost unnoticeable flaw—a gap in its structure. Although the hundred-li gap was significant, it was negligible compared to the urn's overall diameter. The distant powerhouses couldn't perceive this 'tiny gap'.

The urn had a flaw, one that only the purple-haired man was acutely aware of. His eyes reflected a tragic determination. Meanwhile, Nian Youyou showed no sign of anxiety but instead wore a satisfied smile.

Inside the feng shui formation, Gu Qianyou's arrangement had taken effect, allowing Mr. Corpse's zombies to explore the outside world. The zombies relayed their sightings back, and the group was shocked by what they saw.

Before them, Mr. Corpse conjured an image of the view seen by his zombies: endless high walls rising up.

"What is this?" everyone exclaimed in surprise.

"I'm not sure, but something major is definitely happening," Mr. Corpse replied gravely.

"I might have figured it out," Gu Qianyou said, her eyes narrowing.

"Oh?" everyone looked at her expectantly.

"When we arrived, we speculated about who spread the news about the Earth Book and why they wanted to attract so many powerhouses. There was clearly a conspiracy at play. Now that the conspiracy is unfolding, it seems we've inadvertently caused a small flaw in their plan," Gu Qianyou explained.

"Hmm," everyone nodded in agreement.

"Mr. Corpse, how far can your zombies travel?" Gu Qianyou asked.

"I'm not sure!" Mr. Corpse shook his head.

"Use your strongest zombie. Send it as far as possible and relay everything it sees back to us," Gu Qianyou ordered.

"Yes!" Mr. Corpse responded promptly.

His strongest zombie was, of course, the Buddha's corpse he had excavated from the Pure Land.

Under Mr. Corpse's control, the zombie quickly traveled underground, sending back images of the distant landscape.

Through these images, they could see some powerhouses hiding at the base of various mountains.

By now, most of the ground had turned to ceramic, trapping all the powerhouses within this massive urn. As the powerhouses watched with heavy hearts, thin wisps of yellow smoke began to rise from the ground.

The yellow smoke surged towards the countless powerhouses and creatures. Some cultivators didn't pay attention, allowing the smoke to enter their bodies, while others quickly erected protective barriers. However, the smoke penetrated these barriers effortlessly, entering their bodies.

Tian Xiao, leading a group of Tian Family disciples in their escape, suddenly felt a wisp of yellow smoke enter his body.

"Not good, Transformation Smoke!" Tian Xiao shouted in alarm.

But it was too late. Behind him, a Tian Family disciple suddenly emitted a blinding yellow light. Waves of energy radiated from his body.

"Roar—"

A dragon's roar echoed from the yellow light, sending chills down everyone's spines.

"Boom—"

The yellow light burst apart, and the Tian Family disciple vanished, transforming into a hundred-zhang-long yellow dragon. The dragon's eyes were hollow and lifeless. With a roar, it turned and flew rapidly towards the former Floating Blood Sea.

A living person had transformed into a massive yellow dragon?

Everyone was dumbfounded. What was happening? Who could explain this?

The transformation didn't stop with that one Tian Family disciple. Countless other powerhouses hiding in various places also began to emit yellow light, turning into dragons under Shenxiu's control.

"The Dragon-Trapping Urn formation? It's Shenxiu's feng shui array!" Tian Xiao exclaimed.

But it was too late. Nearly half of the Tian Family disciples were now glowing with yellow light, including Tian Xiao himself.

In the urn, this strange scene played out endlessly. Countless powerhouses, at least at the Nascent Soul stage, many in the Integration stage, numerous Emperor Extreme Realm cultivators, and even some Heavenly Extreme Realm experts, all began to transform.

Tian Xiao, enveloped in yellow light, knew things were dire but was powerless to stop it. As he watched his disciples transform into hundred-zhang-long yellow dragons, he could only stand helplessly, knowing his turn was next.

The dragons roared, and as the endless powerhouses transformed into yellow dragons, their roars echoed throughout the urn. Every living creature was turning into a dragon.

More yellow smoke poured into Tian Xiao's body, making him increasingly uncontrollable. He struggled to stay conscious but felt the urn vibrating at a strange frequency, further muddling his mind.

"Humm—"

Tian Xiao finally lost his sanity, his body flashing with intense yellow light.

"Roar—"

With a roar that surpassed all others, Tian Xiao's body exploded with yellow light, transforming into a ten-thousand-zhang-long yellow dragon. The dragon's eyes were still lifeless as it roared and flew towards the center of the Floating Blood Sea.

Not only Tian Xiao but Yin Luo Ri also succumbed. The Tiger Clan supreme, a massive white tiger, transformed into a ten-thousand-zhang-long yellow dragon, joining the others.

The world changed abruptly as the urn filled with a thick yellow smoke. The smoke grew denser.

Perhaps because Mr. Corpse's zombies were dead, the smoke didn't affect them. But Xianxian and others at the urn's gap were left speechless.

"This... this is feng shui magic, concealing heaven's will, defying transformation!" Old Drunkard exclaimed in horror.

Everyone who witnessed this scene was terrified. Who could have imagined that a feng shui formation could be so eerie and powerful?