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Chapter 417 Breaking the Formation
Although Lu Ziwei was not in the formation, she witnessed Yun Yi revealing his Dharma form and exclaimed, "Just how many hidden skills does he have up his sleeve?"

Feng Mo's eyes were also filled with wonder. He never expected to see a sword dharma image that had never appeared in the world before. He was overjoyed and felt that the trip had been worthwhile.

"Brother Yun has actually comprehended the Dharma Form; its scale and imposing presence are of the highest caliber."

"Feng Mo, you also understand Dharma Forms?"

"I only have a slight understanding. The essence of the Dharma Form is somewhat similar to that of the Heavenly Pillar. Both are formed by the convergence of refined spiritual energy."

The two suddenly fell silent, their eyes fixed intently on the Xuanwu Formation.

Yun Yi's Dharma form was already locked in battle with Xuanwu. He wielded a massive, bladeless sword that resembled a giant "door panel," not employing elaborate techniques, but rather using the most simple, powerful, and forceful methods.

Sword after sword slashed and pounded relentlessly onto the hard tortoise shell of the Xuanwu Dharma Image.

The Xuanwu Dharma Image withstood the fierce onslaught with its remarkable defensive capabilities, and each time it took a sword strike, it would reflect it back with even greater force than before.

Yun Yi didn't stop, forcibly using the rebound force to guide it into the power of his next sword strike, and smashed it down again.

From a distance, the battle between the two Dharma images appeared unremarkable, merely a matter of each attacking and parrying. However, upon closer inspection, one would discover that the power of the giant sword grew stronger with each strike, and the rebounds became increasingly perilous.

Feng Mo said, "They are testing their endurance. Whoever cannot withstand the next sword strike will lose."

Lu Ziwei deeply agreed: "It's quite like a folk game called 'Passing the Flower While Drumming'."

Feng Mo: "It's not Sect Leader Chu's style to just passively take a beating. I'm afraid he has a backup plan."

Lu Ziwei: "Although Xuanwu is mainly defensive, it also has a spirit snake that is extremely agile."

Although Xuanwu used its tortoise shell to absorb the enormous impact, the sword still vibrated within the Dharma Image, continuously consuming the spiritual power it depended on for survival.

Chu Yunfeng originally intended to grit his teeth and fight alongside Yun Yi to see who would be the first to give in.

But as he watched Yun Yi's Dharma Image busy dealing with the rebound force of his sword moves, it just so happened to reveal an opening.

"A good opportunity." Chu Yunfeng suddenly changed his strategy.

The Xuanwu Dharma Image directly blocked the giant sword's slash, its tortoise mouth spewing crimson light to reinforce its defense. However, the black snake coiled on the Xuanwu's body suddenly moved, taking advantage of its unpreparedness to coil around Yun Yi's Dharma Image.

From his waist down to his neck, it bit into his throat!

"It's done!" Chu Yunfeng's face lit up with joy, but it quickly turned into surprise and horror.

As if Yun Yi had anticipated this, he stopped slashing at the tortoise shell with his Fang Yuan and suddenly changed the angle. It looked clumsy but was actually precise. He directly struck the snake's neck, the most threatening but also the most vulnerable part of the Xuanwu Dharma Image!

With a muffled "poof," the powerful spiritual energy that formed the serpentine phantom was instantly dispersed, the serpent's head hissed, and the Xuanwu Dharma Image trembled as well.

Yun Yi continued his offensive. Fa Xiang used his sword to block the Xuanwu tortoise shell, gripped the hilt with both hands, and concentrated all his strength to thrust downwards.

Chu Yunfeng did not expect that his attempt to change tactics and launch a sneak attack would fail, and that his opponent would quickly seize the opportunity to exploit his weakness. Furthermore, the Xuanwu Dharma Image's body was firmly suppressed by the giant sword, making it impossible for him to struggle free or move.

His eyes widened in horror as he watched the cracks appear on the tortoise shell, and the Xuanwu Dharma Image seemed on the verge of collapse.

Lu Ziwei suddenly thought of a crucial question: "Maintaining the Dharma form must consume a lot of energy, right?"

Feng Mo nodded: "It's terrifying."

"What will Yun Yi do after this match?"

Yun Yi quickly gave his answer.

The Xuanwu Dharma Image was about to collapse, revealing a dark black sword at its core, its blade engraved with star patterns. It was the eye of the Xuanwu Formation and the key to condensing the Dharma Image.

Yun Yi slowly bent down, grasped the precious sword in his palm, and instantly refined it.

As the array's core was destroyed, the remaining Xuanwu Dharma Image emitted a silent howl, as if crying out in pain.

The towering Yunyi Dharma Image took a deep breath, like a giant whale swallowing water, directly absorbing the spiritual power of the Xuanwu Dharma Image into its abdomen.

This is the way sword cultivators operate: using war to sustain war!
The pure energy that was devoured quickly flowed into the Dharma body and directly became nourishment.

Yun Yi exhaled heavily, his Dharma form becoming even more refined and luminous. Without saying a word, he rushed towards the White Tiger Formation.

Chu Yunfeng, whose Dharma form had been destroyed, stood dumbfounded on the bare jade platform. His previous relaxed smile had vanished without a trace, leaving only an expression of disbelief and shock on his face.

Although I often say that the younger generation is to be feared.

But that was just talk; who could have imagined that the younger generation would be so outrageous?!

As Yun Yi had said before, each time he broke the formation, it would take half an hour, and he would not need to rest; he would be attacking continuously.

It now appears that he broke the Xuanwu Formation in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and there was absolutely no need for rest.

His Dharma form grew stronger with each battle, and rest was of no benefit to him.

Chu Yunfeng couldn't help but mutter, "This is really weird."

Lu Ziwei and Feng Mo exchanged a glance, both feeling that their eyes had been opened.

Within the White Tiger Formation, Yun Yi, too lazy to exchange pleasantries with Ye Lingxiao, directly confronted the White Tiger opposite him with his Dharma Form, and the battle raged on.

In an instant, sword energy surged within the formation, flowing like a waterfall, a truly magnificent sight.

……

Meanwhile, this is where Song Xinci dreamt of boating.

In the human realm, there is the Yunmeng Marsh.

A figure was hidden underwater, not breathing, like a dead person.

This place is where darkness settles, and the water here loses its earthly lightness, becoming viscous and silently compressing every inch of space. The figure of the Overturning Heaven Pavilion Master appears so small, as if he might be swallowed by the darkness at any moment.

He has been here for quite some time, and he did not even show himself when the Heavenly Pillar was shattered, leaving everything to Po Jun.

It was simply because he had a lingering question in his mind that he couldn't shake off.

Since witnessing Song Xinci's ascension to the Heavenly Realm, the Heavenly Dao was restored by the Supreme Lord of Forgetfulness, yet it did not destroy the mortal world as predicted—

The master of Futian Pavilion then fell into deep self-doubt.

Why, why is the Three Realms different this time, and why were they not destroyed by the Heavenly Dao?

What went wrong? !

Unable to understand it, he simply sank himself to the bottom of Yunmeng Marsh.

This was his "origin," a place where he could clear his mind and re-examine his grand plan to overthrow the world. "The Heavenly Dao hasn't destroyed the world yet, could it be because of... Yun Yi?" The Overthrowing Heaven Pavilion Master wondered, and turned his attention to Yun Yi.

That unremarkable chess piece has grown to such an extent without anyone noticing.

The most troublesome aspect is that the Dao of Rules he comprehended is surprisingly similar to his own Dao of Great Evolution, both possessing the ability to tear through space and escape into the void.

Thus, even though one of them was only at the Dao Integration Realm and the other was at the Immortal Realm, a "battle for the Great Dao" still existed between them.

To the Pavilion Master of Futian Pavilion, this was utterly absurd. What right did Yun Yi have to contend with him for the Great Dao?
He has never witnessed the devastation of humanity, only experienced romance and human emotions. What gives him the right?!

Although the Lord of Futian Pavilion was furious, he had to admit that things were quickly getting out of his control.

The Great Yan and Great Xia do not invade each other, and the righteous path and the demonic sect do not fight to the death. The human world is peaceful and harmonious. How can it be filled with death and despair, and forge a "sword of death" that is enough to pierce the Heavenly Dao?
Although he was caught in a long period of doubt, the actions of the Futian Pavilion had reached a critical juncture and could not be stopped at all.

With only two of the nine pillars remaining, how could those rebellious individuals possibly stop?

It was at this time that Ling'ao Island in the East China Sea was located.

Wang Shenlai held a wine glass in one hand and a large white cloud-shaped brush in the other, scribbling wildly.

Unfortunately, even after painting for so long, he was still not satisfied. His brush moved intermittently, and his brows were furrowed like an unsolvable knot.

Before he knew it, a mountain of paintings lay behind him, all of them his "waste products".

The pageboy Jinglun carefully put them away, thinking that his master was too busy managing the household to know the value of firewood and rice, and that he would have to take these junk items out to exchange for wine later.

"Where's the wine? Bring the wine!"

Just as Jinglun bent down to roll up another discarded manuscript, he suddenly heard his teacher speak. He wanted to go over and add more wine, but a splash of color suddenly appeared before his eyes, startling him.

A figure appeared silently before the painting table, like a pear blossom blooming under the moon. She had changed into new clothes, which made her skin appear even whiter than snow.

The most eye-catching feature is its elegant and languid fox tail.

Jinglun's heart leaped into his throat, and he felt an urge to kneel and kowtow. Faced with this legendary being, the overwhelming pressure and awe stemming from his bloodline made his legs go weak.

But Chunli's gaze only touched him lightly, with an otherworldly indifference, and then she shook her head almost imperceptibly, her gentle eyes conveying a sense of comfort.

Jinglun immediately understood, and froze on the spot, unable to breathe.

Chunli moved with light, graceful steps, as if treading on clouds, without making a sound. She noticed that the crooked wine pot on the table was still dripping with water, so she stretched out her slender fingers and gently picked up the handle of the wine pot.

Her movements were light and precise, as if she had done this often many years ago, hence her familiarity with it.

Chunli's wrist swayed in a subtle arc, and the clear, warm wine, like a tiny silver dragon, steadily poured into the empty wine glass in front of Wang Shenlai.

Wang Shenlai seemed oblivious, downing the wine in one gulp. He smacked his lips before realizing what he was drinking. "Hmm? This wine seems familiar, it has a powdery, perfumed taste."

The wine was the same as before, only the person pouring it had changed.

Ironically, the old swordsman, who was obsessed with wine, failed to notice the uninvited guest on Ling'ao Island, yet he could taste the familiar flavor in the wine.

He turned his head and saw Chunli, his face showing both surprise and relief.

The woman before him had captivating eyes and swaying nine tails. Her face was exquisitely beautiful, and thousands of years had not aged her.

How did you find this place?

Upon seeing Wang Shenlai, Chunli inexplicably exuded a girlish charm. Her clear eyes curved into crescent moons, and her voice took on a playful tone, like the tinkling of a mountain stream: "Of course, it was your good disciple who let it slip."

If Yun Yi heard this, he would definitely praise "Master's Wife" in his heart. She really knows how to talk; even at a time like this, she doesn't forget to cover for her disciple.

It's important to know that Yun Yi didn't just let it slip; he deliberately betrayed his own master.

Wang Shenlai shook his head with a wry smile: "Well, the reason I haven't been able to finish this painting yet is probably related to some regrets in my heart."

The matter he was about to undertake concerned the entire Three Realms, so even though he had long since reached the Immortal Realm, he was still inevitably troubled and hesitant to put pen to paper, fearing that there might be some oversight.

Chunli said, "You're not trying to get rid of me, are you? If I didn't suddenly have a feeling that we wouldn't see each other for long, I wouldn't have lowered myself to come and find you."

Wang Shenlai: "How could I possibly send you away? These past few years without you by my side, the wine I've drunk has always tasted a bit bland and tasteless."

……

Yun Yi manipulated his Dharma form to break through the formations with unstoppable force.

Moreover, unlike the usual battles between cultivators, the battle of Dharma Aspects is a physical fight, with every punch landing hard, as if returning to the most primitive way of fighting.

Yun Yi first pinned the white tiger down with his sword, then pressed it down beneath his body. He grabbed the giant beast's head with one hand and slammed it against the jade platform beneath his feet, causing the entire Demon Subduing Peak to tremble incessantly.

Then he went to the Vermilion Bird Formation. Although he was burned to a great extent by Murong Xuan's fire, after a battle, Yun Yi still managed to capture the Vermilion Bird Dharma Image.

Grasping one wing in each hand, it tore it in two, instantly filling every corner of the formation with a rain of blood and flames, a truly brutal scene.

As for the two small swords that served as the core of the formation, they were also refined and absorbed by Yun Yi, becoming nourishment for his own Dharma form.

Poor Jiang Hongye painstakingly set up the Four Symbols Sword Formation, only to end up benefiting her "enemy".

When Yun Yi fought his way to the last Azure Dragon Formation, the golden light in his eyes had become so intense that it was almost tangible and flowing out. Coupled with the tall Dharma Image behind him, he looked like a god.

"The Fangyuan Sword is best at slaying dragons." He looked at the Azure Dragon Dharma Image at Jiang Hongye's feet with hostility.

Yun Yi had no liking for this old woman who had stirred up trouble for no reason, and he had no intention of holding back.

He suddenly thrust out his sword, and in the blink of an eye, he became entangled with the Azure Dragon Dharma Image.

At the summit of Fumo Peak, only the Azure Dragon Formation remains of the Four Symbols Sword Formation; the other three are completely empty and look quite wretched.

Although Ye Lingxiao lost, he was completely convinced of his defeat. As a fellow swordsman, having experienced Yun Yi's swordsmanship firsthand, he was even more certain that the other party would not lie.

He said that the Burial Sword Valley didn't steal the Heavenly Gang Sword, which is most likely true.

Murong Xuan's face was extremely pale; he was the one most preoccupied with winning and losing. This was not only because he had lost so humiliatingly and felt ashamed, but also because Yun Yi and Lu Ziwei had revealed his secret in a single sentence.

Futian Pavilion!
It's really strange. No one has ever known about my relationship with the Overturning Heaven Pavilion. How could it have been exposed?

Little did they know that the two were calculating and scheming, and some of their baseless accusations could be quickly proven true and become an ironclad case with just a little bit of deception.

Yun Yi broke through three formations in a row, and his cultivation level increased instead of decreased. Therefore, in Murong Xuan's opinion, even Jiang Hongye, who was in charge of the Azure Dragon Formation, would soon be defeated.

This demon-slaying conference was ultimately nothing but a farce.

But don't worry, there's still a chance!
Murong Xuan glanced at Feng Mo not far away, thinking that Jiang Hongye had indeed set up the Demon Extermination Conference to besiege Yun Yi...

Futian Pavilion, however, has other plans!
(End of this chapter)