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

"Don't panic."

Guang Chengzi interrupted him, a cruel smile curving his lips, which looked particularly sinister in the flickering candlelight.

"If the open methods don't work, then we'll try the covert ones."

"I have a plan that can kill someone without them even seeing it. Even if he hides in a tortoise shell, he will not escape death."

At this point, Guang Chengzi paused, his gaze lingering on the endless void outside the tent, as if looking at some indescribable being.

"But this plan is beyond my ability to implement alone."

"We need the help of one person, someone you've all met."

Jiang Ziya and his generals looked at each other, completely bewildered.

In this great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods, besides the Sages, whose power would require a Quasi-Sage to borrow? And someone they had even seen before.

Guang Chengzi offered no explanation, but the cold glint in his eyes was more dangerous than the most venomous snake's tongue.

Faced with Guang Chengzi's words, Jiang Ziya was taken aback at first, then his eyes flashed with a sharp light, as if he had thought of something, but with a hint of hesitation and apprehension.

"What Senior Brother said..." Jiang Ziya lowered his voice and asked tentatively.

"Could it be Lu Ya Daojun, who not long ago helped us use a secret technique to kill Zhao Gongming's soul?"

Upon hearing this, the previously oppressive atmosphere inside the tent instantly became restless.

Generals like Yang Jian and Lei Zhenzi, who had personally witnessed Zhao Gongming's gruesome death, couldn't help but shudder.

The eeriness and insidious nature of the Seven Arrows Book with Nailhead remains a nightmare for them to this day. No need for a face-to-face meeting, no need for magical duels; simply offering prayers for twenty-one days is enough to send even the most powerful immortals scattering in terror.

"good."

Guang Chengzi nodded slightly, which aggravated the injury in his chest, causing his lips to twitch in pain, but the killing intent in his eyes grew even stronger.

"Xiao Wuji is now hiding in a tortoise shell, and is protected by that strange array. Even in my prime, I might not be able to break it."

"In that case, we have no choice but to resort to the curse-suppressing technique, bypass the great formation, and take its head directly!"

"But..." Yang Jian frowned and couldn't help but speak.

"Lu Ya Daojun's whereabouts are elusive. After helping us kill Zhao Gongming last time, he said he would settle the karmic debt and then disappeared."

"Moreover, the cost of those seven nail-headed arrows was extremely high. Even if we find them, it will probably be difficult to persuade him to come out of seclusion again."

"Not easy?"

Guang Chengzi sneered, slowly stood up, and looked out at the endless night outside the tent.

"Under normal circumstances, it would indeed be difficult to invite him. But Xiao Wuji should never have set up that formation."

"The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation... Heh, this name might just be a legend to others, but for that Golden Crow Prince, it's a blood feud etched into his very bones!"

Having said that, Guang Chengzi said no more. He suppressed the surging blood and qi within his body, rode a streak of light, and rushed straight into the sky, heading towards the direction of Xikunlun.

……

West Kunlun, Lihuo Abode.

Unlike the cold and solemn Jade Void Palace, this place is filled with fiery red Fusang trees, and the air is permeated with a hot and pure Yang energy, as if even the void itself is about to be ignited.

A Taoist priest dressed in a bright red robe was lying on a tree branch, holding a wine gourd in his hand, his eyes half-closed, looking carefree and relaxed.

"Fellow Daoist Lu Ya, how have you been?" Guang Chengzi descended from the clouds and landed under the tree.

Although he tried his best to hide it, his sunken chest and listless aura still made this quasi-saint look quite disheveled.

Lu Ya opened his eyes and glanced at Guang Chengzi's miserable appearance. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"Oh, isn't this Fellow Daoist Guang Chengzi?"

Lu Ya sat up and shook the wine gourd in his hand: "Oh, a rare guest indeed."

Guang Chengzi wasn't angry. Instead, he found a rock, sat down, and took a few deep breaths.

"Fellow Daoist, you jest. I've come to offer you an opportunity and, by the way, to invite you to come out of seclusion."

Upon hearing this, Lu Ya merely yawned, lay back down, and waved his hand with his back to Guang Chengzi.

"No, I'm not going."

"I already offended those madmen from the Jie Sect by helping you kill Zhao Gongming last time."

"I am a free spirit, and I only wish to live a carefree life. I have no desire to get involved in the mess between your two sects."

"The consequences are too heavy, it's not worth it, it's not worth it."

Guang Chengzi seemed to have anticipated his refusal, and instead of trying to persuade him, he simply stood under the tree and sighed softly.

"Fellow Daoist desires to live a carefree life, but some people may not want you to."

Lu Ya's ears twitched, but he didn't say anything.

Guang Chengzi continued, "Fellow Daoist, do you know what kind of formation Xiao Wuji set up at Jiepai Pass?"

"Whatever kind of formation it is, can it be more ferocious than the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation?" Lu Ya replied casually.

"It is not the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, but the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation."

boom--!

Lu Ya, who had been lazily lying on the tree, immediately sat up.

A terrifying burst of true solar fire erupted from his body, causing the Fusang trees within a thousand miles to tremble in unison, as if sensing the emperor's wrath.

He stared intently at Guang Chengzi, his once languid eyes now burning with golden flames, his voice as cold as ice:

"What did you say? The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation?"

"This is impossible! The Ancestral Witch is dead, and the Witch Clan has fled to the Netherworld. How could anyone in this world still know this formation?"

There were only two things he hated most in his life: Hou Yi's bow and the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation.

The former was his nightmare, while the latter caused the collapse of the Demon Court, the deaths of his father and uncles, and destroyed everything he had.

For the demon prince, the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation represented not only fear, but also an irreconcilable blood feud!

"I saw it with my own eyes and tried it myself."

Guang Chengzi pointed to his sunken chest and laughed bitterly, "If that great formation hadn't condensed the phantom of Pangu, how could my Heaven-Turning Seal have failed?"

"The remnants of the Witch Clan..."

Lu Ya gritted his teeth, each word sounding like it was being forced out from between his teeth.

He didn't care whether Xiao Wuji was a member of the Witch Clan or not; what he cared about was the fact that the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation had reappeared in the primordial world!

This thing must be destroyed!

Those who understand this formation must all die, or at the very least, be unable to continue traveling in the prehistoric world.

"Excellent! I never expected those barbarians from back then to be so persistent, like centipedes that have died but still survive!"

Lu Ya suddenly waved his sleeve, and the sky full of true fire instantly receded into his body.

He casually hung the wine gourd on his waist, his lazy demeanor vanishing in an instant, replaced by a strong killing intent that even raised the surrounding temperature considerably.

"Guang Chengzi, I'll help you with this!"

"Whether he's a disciple of the Jie Sect or a remnant of the Witch Clan, since he dared to set up this Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, he is my mortal enemy, Lu Ya!"

Guang Chengzi looked at the murderous Lu Ya, and his tense nerves finally relaxed.

He knew that he had managed to borrow the knife.