After guarding the gates for a hundred years, I drove the Heavenly Saint to madness.

Beyond Jiepai Pass, the high sky has transformed into a boiling swamp.

The collision between the Myriad Immortals Formation and the Two Elements Dust Formation unleashed a world-destroying storm.

The void collapsed inch by inch, and earth, water, fire, and wind surged wildly.

Above the clouds, the four Heavenly Saints had solemn expressions.

They soon discovered that this peerless and ferocious formation, which combined the fortune of the Jie Sect with the magical power of ten thousand immortals, was a single, unified entity.

If we only fight from the outside, we won't be able to defeat them in a short time.

"Go! This formation is dangerous; we must attack from the inside out!" Yuanshi Tianzun shouted, and immediately put away the Pangu Banner.

Seeing this, Taiqing Laozi made a decisive decision.

"receive!"

With a change of hand seals, the Yin-Yang Emerald Lamp suspended in the heavens instantly went out. The Yin-Yang Dust Array, which covered millions of miles, dissipated with a roar.

Almost at the same instant the light curtain was removed.

Taiqing Laozi, Yuanshi Tianzun, Jieyin Daoren, and Zhunti Daoren transformed into four brilliant holy lights that pierced through heaven and earth, and plunged into the interior of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation!

"Tongtian! Today is the day your Jie Sect is destroyed!"

From the depths of the formation came the roar of the Primordial Celestial Venerable.

He shook the Pangu Banner violently, and the chaotic sword energy that tore through the primordial chaos poured down like a storm, heading straight for the central army of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.

At the same time, auspicious clouds rose above his head, and ten thousand golden lamps and pendants descended, protecting his entire body and resisting the killing intent of the myriad immortals.

"Yuanshi, receive the sword!"

The Tongtian Sect Leader's hair was disheveled, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He gripped the Qingping Sword in reverse with one hand, and an unparalleled sharpness that could cleave heaven and earth erupted forth, fiercely meeting the chaotic sword energy that filled the sky.

"Even though our Jie Sect has lost the Immortal Slaughtering Formation Diagram, with this sword in my hand, I will make you pay the price today!"

The destructive aftershocks of the saint's all-out battle were firmly blocked by the sky-covering array barrier of the Myriad Immortals Array, preventing them from leaking out and protecting the primordial land below.

But this turned the interior of the formation into a merciless grinding mill of flesh and blood.

When sages clash, even the slightest aftershock is something that ordinary immortals cannot withstand.

Within the great formation, the Taiji diagram transformed into a white jade bridge spanning heaven and earth. With each crushing and sweeping strike, hundreds or even thousands of Jiejiao disciples, along with the formation base they were guarding, were reduced to dust.

The Seven Treasures Tree and the Twelve-Petaled Golden Lotus of Merit shone brightly, shattering the souls of many disciples.

"Hold on! We swear to protect our leader to the death!"

"Master, save me—!"

Inside the formation, piercing screams, desperate sobs, and heroic roars mingled together.

Those disciples of the Jie Sect guarding the outer array points were filled with despair and madness in the face of the Heavenly Dao Saint's dimensional attack.

They desperately burned their life essence, roaring as they tried to stabilize the shaky banner, but all their struggles were in vain amidst the terrifying storm of water, fire, and wind that the Pangu Banner tore apart.

Countless disciples of the Jie Sect, along with their magical weapons, were torn apart like fragile ants in the storm, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

Broken limbs, fragments of magical artifacts, and shattered array flags, mixed with torrential blood rain, fell from the sky like meteorites, crashing heavily onto the desolate wilderness beyond the pass, staining the earth a shocking dark red.

Jiepai Pass.

Yunxiao raised his head and stared intently at the churning blood-red calamity cloud in the sky.

Fellow disciples perished tragically, their blood staining the sky. Hearing the mournful cries echoing from within the formation, Yunxiao's eyes reddened.

She drew her immortal sword with a backhand motion, the blade ringing out clearly. Clouds rose beneath her feet, and she was about to soar into the sky to charge into the formation and help.

Just then, a hand firmly gripped her wrist. (Click to read Qiu Qianren's masterpiece, "A Hundred Years of Guarding the Gate of Gods: I Driven the Heavenly Saint Mad.")

Yunxiao turned around and met Xiao Wuji's calm, still eyes.

"Master, please do not disturb."

Xiao Wuji ignored the rain of blood falling from the sky, focusing instead on the outline of the formation, his voice calm and even: "Let's just watch."

"Wuji! Let go!" Yunxiao's face showed anxiety, and his voice trembled.

"Your grandmaster and fellow disciples are fighting a bloody battle inside; how can I stand idly by?"

Xiao Wuji shook his head, but did not loosen his grip on Yunxiao's wrist.

"Master, you did not participate in the practice of this Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, so you are unaware of its key formation elements and the paths to life and death."

Xiao Wuji calmly analyzed the situation, pointing directly to the crux of the matter: "The operation of the great formation is interconnected; a single move affects the whole situation."

"Now that the four sages are gathered inside, the secrets of heaven and the laws have been completely disrupted. If you rashly rush in, not only will you not be of any use, but you will also disrupt the formation and become cannon fodder in the aftermath of the sages' actions."

"Rather than going in to die, it's better to preserve our strength. When the formation breaks, we'll find a way to rescue our true core senior uncles and aunts, such as Jin Ling and Wu Dang."

Yunxiao was stunned by Xiao Wuji's calm, almost cold, analysis.

Her hand holding the sword trembled slightly. Looking at her apprentice, who was so skilled in strategizing, a strange sense of sorrow welled up in her heart.

"Wuji..."

Yunxiao's lips trembled slightly, her voice carrying a hint of inquiry and anticipation: "Do you think the teacher will lose?"

In her mind, the Tongtian Sect Leader had set up the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, gathering the power of the entire sect. Even if he faced the Four Saints, he should have been able to fight back. How could he have been defeated so easily?

Even when she was suppressed under Qilin Cliff, she never believed that the Jie Sect had been defeated.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wuji released Yunxiao's wrist and gave a wry smile.

He turned around, raised his hand, and pointed to the magnificent array in the sky, his tone carrying a sense of irreversible sorrow and clarity.

"Master, it's not just my opinion."

"But... our master has already been defeated. Look there."

Following the direction Xiao Wuji was pointing, Yunxiao stared intently.

The massive, sky-covering formation of immortals still appeared to be filled with murderous intent and deafening shouts of battle.

However, upon closer inspection, one will find that the light at several key nodes on the outer perimeter of the formation is exhibiting a strange dimness and disorder.

Inside the formation, the four sages did not engage in a fierce battle with the Tongtian Sect Leader in the central army.

When Laozi of Taiqing threw out the Taiji Diagram, the Taiji Formation set up by the disciples of the Jie Sect instantly collapsed wherever it passed.

Yuanshi Tianzun waved the Pangu Banner, and the chaotic sword energy swept across, wiping out the base of the Yin-Yang Formation along with the disciples guarding it.

Zhunti and Jieyin even unleashed the Seven Treasures Tree and the Twelve-Petaled Golden Lotus of Merit, rampaging through the Four Symbols Formation.

Although the Tongtian Sect Leader was incredibly brave, charging left and right through the formation with the Qingping Sword, he ultimately couldn't fight against so many opponents.

He could save the east, but he couldn't take care of the west.

Those array cores, composed of ordinary disciples of the Jie Sect, were simply unable to withstand the residual power of a battle between sages.

Boom!

Another mournful thud echoed through the sky.

In the northwest corner of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, a main formation flag snapped in two, and thousands of disciples of the Jie Sect coughed up blood and fell like kites with broken strings.

The array light barrier in that direction went out completely.

One by one, the array's key points are collapsing. Once the array's foundation is destroyed, the Myriad Immortals Array becomes a tree without roots, and the collapse of the entire array is already a foregone conclusion.