The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

"And me too."

The Kunlun Sword Immortal Xie Jinlian drew his Butterfly Vanishing Sword with a clang, the sound like striking a chime, clear and resonant.

The sword light was an extremely pure silver-white, without a trace of other colors.

The shimmering moonlight seemed to have crushed the moon's essence, shaping it into a silvery ribbon that stretched across the sky.

"She was never the only one who wanted to protect her."

The sword light was aimed directly at the core of the Heavenly Punishment Hall's formation.

"boom--"

The moment the sword light collided with the array light, the dark blue barrier trembled violently.

Ripples surged, and the light patterns shattered like broken glass.

"puff--"

Among the thirteen array masters, three of them simultaneously coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Crimson blood mist splattered onto the battle flag, staining the dark blue flag surface with a touch of tragic ferocity.

But they did not back down.

The array masters of the Heavenly Punishment Hall are never people who have never seen blood.

"Damn it, everyone who tries to stop the sacrifice deserves to die!"

They waved their banners even more rapidly and densely, the banners billowing like lone sails on a raging sea.

The dark blue light shone again, even brighter and colder than before.

The light shone on their pale, paper-white faces, like a thin layer of frost covering their withered bones.

"The array masters of the Heavenly Punishment Hall are indeed troublesome."

Xie Jinlian stood atop the Butterfly Departure Sword, her robes fluttering in the wind, her long silver hair dancing like flowing clouds and scattered snow.

"So what? Before me, they are all but dust."

There was no extra expression in his eyes or brows.

He simply looked down calmly at the group of array masters who were gritting their teeth and holding up the array.

His gaze was cool and composed, as if he were looking at a group of people trying to plug a crack in a dam with their bare hands.

Anyone who attempts to harm the weaver is guilty of an unforgivable crime and deserves to go to hell.

He raised his hand.

The moment the fingertips lifted slightly, the Butterfly Vanishing Sword suddenly split apart.

One handle becomes two handles, two handles become four handles, and four handles become eight handles.

In the blink of an eye, countless silver-white sword lights condensed and took shape around him, hovering in mid-air with their tips pointing downwards.

Like an inverted galaxy of swords.

Each sword emanated a cool, ethereal light, the same as the Butterfly Vanishing Sword beneath his feet, both chilling and dazzling.

It was as if all the stars had been plucked from the heavens in an instant and then polished into the shape of a sword.

The light shifted and the shadows moved, the sword aura was as chilling as a ten-thousand-foot-high frosty sky.

"All swords return to their origin".

Xie Jinlian's voice was not loud, but each word was clear and melodious, like jade striking each other.

Swords cascaded down.

The scene was so magnificent and vast that everyone who witnessed it held their breath for a moment.

The silvery sword light poured down like a torrential downpour, meteors fell from the sky, and the Milky Way seemed to pour down on the human world.

Each sword fell precisely at the position of the Heavenly Punishment Hall's array master.

"Click."

Where the sword light passed, the array patterns shattered inch by inch, turning into firefly-like fragments of light that drifted and scattered in all directions.

The array masters' expressions finally changed.

"Stop it! Stop it now!"

"That's too strong."

"The Kunlun Sword Immortal is terrifying. Who is spreading rumors that he's crippled?"

"If this is what you call useless people, then what are we? A joke?"

"Not a single one is allowed to return..."

The leading array master shouted hoarsely, his voice filled with an almost frantic urgency.

They frantically activated the array flags, and the dark blue array light intertwined with the light of the dark purple spirit orbs to form an impenetrable, thick barrier.

The barrier was as deep and solid as an ancient, frozen abyss, barely managing to block the cascading forest of swords.

The sword tip struck the barrier, producing a dense clang of metal against metal.

Like millions of hailstones simultaneously striking the glazed tile surface, the sound was crisp and desolate.

But they forgot about another person.

Crane Dust.

Just as the Heavenly Punishment Hall's array masters were focusing all their attention on the forest of swords above their heads, He Lichen's Celestial Star Array activated.

Countless rays of starlight surged up from the ground.

The starlight was an extremely soft silvery-blue, warm and smooth like jade, like thousands of fireflies floating on a stream on a summer night.

But when they surge forth from the ground, they carry with them an irresistible, immense power.

The starlight spread and coiled like vines, climbing up the ankles of the array masters.

To wrap, tighten, or nail.

Those vines, though seemingly delicate and soft like silkworm silk, were as heavy as roots deep in the earth.

They locked their steps, their spiritual power, and all their escape routes.

"This...how is this possible!"

The leading array master looked down at the glowing star patterns at his feet, his pupils shrinking sharply.

His feet were firmly nailed to the spot, as if cast into millennia-old ice.

No matter how frantically he channeled his spiritual power, he couldn't move an inch.

He recognized the star patterns.

These are the star patterns on the base of the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array, which was originally intended to be a supreme array used to guard a region of the world.

But He Lichen turned them into a cage to trap the enemy.

This requires an extraordinary level of understanding of the Dao.

"Your formation is the World-Destroying Calamity Formation."

He Lichen's voice was clear and cold, ethereal and devoid of any worldly warmth.

"The core of the tribulation formation is the tribulation itself. Tribulations have a fixed number of occurrences, and this number can be calculated. If it can be calculated, it can be broken."

He knew their formation by heart.

Now that we understand, there is no longer any threat.

"You've lost."

The moment the words left his mouth, the starlight barrier suddenly contracted.

A deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing.

The two beams of light resembled two ancient dragons locked in a fierce battle.

In the end, the formation shattered.

The Heavenly Punishment Hall's World-Destroying Calamity Array shattered into countless specks of light before He Lichen's Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array.

The shimmering light was as poignant as white flowers at a funeral.

"what……"

All thirteen array masters were sent flying backward.

He fell heavily to the ground, spitting out blood. He struggled a few times, but ultimately could not stand up again.

The dark purple spirit orb fell from the sky, bounced twice on the ground, and rolled into a pool of blood.

The aftershocks of the shattered light had not yet subsided, carrying with them fragments of residual spiritual energy.

Like an invisible storm, it swept towards the crowd in the square.

Those fragments of spiritual energy were as sharp as knives, and wherever they passed, even the air was torn apart with a sharp whistling sound.

At that very moment, a moon-white, ethereal figure silently swept past.

Saint Feiming stood at the front of the crowd, his snow-white robes fluttering gently in the wind, spotless.

Like a white cloud emerging from a mountain peak.

The Bodhi prayer beads slowly rotated between his fingers, one bead at a time, unhurried and gentle.

It was as if all the chaos and noise of the world had nothing to do with that person.

He clasped his hands together, lowered his eyes, and his lips moved silently.

His face was compassionate and serene, like an ancient Buddha who had stepped out of a mural.

No sound.

But a golden Buddhist light emanated from his body.

The Buddha's light was warm and mellow, like the golden rays of sunlight filtering through the windows of an ancient temple on an autumn afternoon.

The Buddha's light spread outwards like ripples, circle after circle, with a flowing halo and faint chanting.

It blocked all the remaining shockwaves from the shattered array of light.

Those sharp fragments of spiritual energy collided with the Buddha's light as if they were hitting an invisible cloud.

It vanished without a sound.

The Buddha's light stood quietly and steadily in front of the crowd, blocking all murderous intent and destruction.

After the Buddha's light appeared, the doctors who were unable to evacuate in time were unharmed.

"Thank you for saving me, Holy Monk!"

Someone exclaimed, their voice trembling with relief and unbelievable joy.

But Sheng Feiming did not turn back.

He simply stood there quietly, his moon-white monk's robe fluttering slightly in the wind, like an unyielding sacred mountain.

On the other side, the people from Yushige moved.

Unlike the Heavenly Punishment Hall, they did not set up formations or use formations to suppress people.

The Imperial Palace never bothers with formalities; they only talk about surprise attacks, encirclements, and overwhelming the weak with numbers.

Hundreds of dark figures emerged silently from the shadows, like a group of ghosts and phantoms stripped from the depths of the night.

The weapons in their hands gleamed coldly in the moonlight, their tips pointing directly towards Tang Xixue.