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

The night was as dark as ink, and thick clouds completely obscured the starlight.

The camps of Xiqi, stretching for hundreds of miles, now resembled a primordial beast lurking at the foot of Mount Qi.

High in the sky, a very faint layer of primordial yellow energy, like a transparent ripple of water, perfectly enveloped Xiao Wuji and Lü Yue's figures and even their causal aura.

With the Chaos Bell, a supreme innate treasure, concealing the secrets of heaven, even if a sage were to arrive in person, he would not be able to detect their presence unless he bumped into them directly.

Xiao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back on the cloud, using his Five Elements Dharma Eye to look down at the massive military camp.

In his view, this hundred-mile-long camp was not just a series of ordinary tents.

Above the camp, dense array patterns intertwined, and the Jade Purity Immortal Light flickered in the darkness, forming an indestructible defensive canopy.

At the very center of the camp, where the central army was located, a vast and pure aura of humanity and the destiny of the immortals intertwined, suppressing the destiny of the central army.

"The Xiqi army can be considered to be well-disciplined and disciplined."

Looking down at the armored warriors and the hidden watchtowers below, Xiao Wuji couldn't help but sigh.

"Although Jiang Ziya was mediocre in cultivating immortality, he did have some talent as a king's advisor in terms of strategizing and governing the country."

Upon hearing Xiao Wuji's assessment, Lü Yue, who was standing to the side, snorted disdainfully.

"Hmph, what neat military formation? They're nothing but a bunch of ignorant ants, used as cannon fodder by those hypocrites from Jade Void Palace."

Lu Yue's indigo-colored, ferocious face was filled with undisguised mockery and disgust.

"Nephew, look at the Jade Purity Immortal Light in their camp. It seems grand and righteous, but in reality, it reeks of hypocrisy and bloodshed."

"They constantly claim to be following the will of Heaven, yet when the Human Emperor attained enlightenment, they were stained with no shortage of blood. Otherwise, how could this Investiture of the Gods calamity have occurred?"

"Although they curse our Jie Sect as being born from moisture and eggs, we uphold the principles of education for all and genuine character. Unlike them, who insist on putting on a facade of virtue!"

Xiao Wuji nodded slightly; he was naturally very clear about the style of the Chan Sect.

"What my uncle says is absolutely right. On the battlefield, it's a matter of life and death. Since they dare to point their swords at us, they shouldn't blame us for retaliating with even harsher measures."

"Tonight, let them taste what it means for karma to be reaped."

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing a cold smile in each other's eyes.

As expected of the renowned Plague Dao Ancestor who shook the primordial world, Lü Yue's methods had long since transcended the low-level, high-profile battles.

Standing atop the clouds, he did not unleash any fierce, pungent poisonous smoke or miasma, but instead conjured a dark blue ancient umbrella from his sleeve—the Plague Umbrella.

Lü Yue's withered fingers gripped the umbrella handle, and he gently turned it in the night breeze.

Countless tiny dust particles, invisible to the naked eye, drifted silently down from the edge of the umbrella ribs, carried by the autumn night wind.

Seeing this, Xiao Wuji did not directly intervene to poison the area. Instead, he used the Five Elements Law to perfectly disguise the dust emitted by Lü Yue as night dew and the chill of late autumn, allowing it to blend into the world more discreetly.

Under Xiao Wuji's cover, the poisoning process became increasingly clandestine.

Looking at the million-strong army below, completely unaware of what was happening, Lü Yue's lips curled into a smug smirk as he transmitted his thoughts to Xiao Wuji:

"Nephew, this newly developed poison of mine is called 'Wengyong' in order to make it easier for you to understand, but it has a real name in the Plague Dao: 'Hidden Dragon Plague'."

"This poison is colorless and odorless upon entering the body, and even the spiritual senses of cultivators cannot detect its abnormality. It will lurk silently in these people's bodies for three hours, like a dragon lurking in the abyss."

Lu Yue paused, a chilling arrogance flashing in his three eyes:

"When the sun rises in the east tomorrow morning and the yang energy of heaven and earth begins to rise, that will be the moment when the hidden dragon emerges from the abyss and the poison rages."

"At that time, within this Xiqi camp, all those below the quasi-saint level will be weak and feeble." On the ground, he couldn't muster even the slightest bit of true energy or magical power.

"Even those disciples of the Chan Sect with the cultivation of Great Luo Golden Immortals will fall seriously ill and will never be able to pick up a weapon again!"

Xiao Wuji secretly admired this, thinking that such a large-scale, indiscriminate dimensional reduction attack was simply a divine skill in the battle between two armies.

While waiting for the poison gas to completely spread, the two hovered in the clouds, taking advantage of the Chaos Bell's cover, and had a rare moment of leisure.

Xiao Wuji's eyes flickered slightly as he took the opportunity to inquire about the current situation of Jin'ao Island from Lü Yue.

"Uncle-Master, I have been guarding Jiepai Pass ever since the defeat at Jue Long Ridge, and I know very little about the current situation on the island."

"My senior uncle Wudang came and went in a hurry before, and didn't say anything in detail. I wonder what my grandmaster and the other senior uncles and elders in the sect are doing now?"

When Jin'ao Island was mentioned, the smug look on Lü Yue's face gradually faded, replaced by a solemn expression mixed with fervor.

"Nephew, Jin'ao Island is like a volcano about to erupt."

Lu Yue sighed and slowly said, "Since the Zhuxian Sword Formation was broken and the four swords were taken away, our Jie Sect has lost all face."

"The fellow disciples on the island were all indignant, wishing they could immediately storm Mount Kunlun and fight those hypocrites from Jade Void Palace to the death."

"But this anger was forcefully suppressed by Master."

Xiao Wuji raised an eyebrow: "Is Grandmaster preparing to settle this matter in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation?"

"Exactly." Lü Yue nodded emphatically.

"Master has been in seclusion in the Shangqing Hall these days, working on perfecting the formation diagram of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation. Senior Brother Duobao, Senior Sister Jinling, and Senior Sister Guiling are also training their disciples day and night."

"Our Jie Sect is known for its 'ten thousand immortals paying homage.' This time, Master is going to stake all of the Jie Sect's resources on this calamity, to seize that last glimmer of hope for our sect!"

Xiao Wuji felt a surge of emotions upon hearing this.

The Ten Thousand Immortals Formation

That will be the last battle for the Jie Sect in the Investiture of the Gods, where all the countless sparks of the Jie Sect will be burned out.

"By the way, Uncle-Master," Xiao Wuji seemed to remember something and asked casually.

"Is there anything unusual on the island? I've heard that some of the Seven Fairies who attend to you are rather cunning."

He was subtly reminding Lü Yue to be wary of Chang Er Ding Guang Xian. In the original timeline, it was this traitor who stole the Six Soul Banner at a crucial moment, leading to the failure of the Jie Sect.

Lü Yue frowned, seemingly recalling something.

"Abnormal? I haven't heard of any major trouble."

"However, that fellow Chang Er Ding Guang Xian has indeed been acting strangely lately. He's often not in his own cave, but instead keeps wandering around the Shangqing Hall where Master is in seclusion."

"He relies on being Master's attendant, so no one can say anything against him. What, does my nephew think there's something wrong with him?"

"I just feel that under the great calamity, people's hearts are unpredictable, so it's always good to be more careful," Xiao Wuji said casually without revealing his thoughts.

He knew that no one would believe it if he said that Chang Er Ding Guangxian was going to betray them.

But since he knew the script in advance, he naturally had to give him some pointers. Although now that he was guarding Jiepai Pass, there was probably no chance to escape the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.

The poisoning process went extremely smoothly, taking no more than half an hour. The entire camp of the million-strong army of Xiqi had been completely infiltrated by the Hidden Dragon Plague.

Just as Xiao Wuji and Lü Yue exchanged a glance, preparing to make their retreat and quietly return to Jiepai Pass.

A sudden change occurred.

At the towering top of the central command tent, a pure white crane once perched.

This crane is no ordinary creature; it is the personal mount and attendant of the Antarctic Immortal.

It has been following a quasi-saint powerhouse for many years and is a naturally born spirit bird with an extremely keen sensitivity to the various energies of heaven and earth.

The white crane, which was resting with its eyes closed, suddenly bristled with feathers and opened its eyes as if it had been electrocuted.

Although it was concealed by the Chaos Bell and saw nothing, its instincts as a celestial bird allowed it to detect a faint, obscure fluctuation and a deathly stillness in the air.

That's the original smell of plague, decay, and calamity!

"Hey——!!"

The white crane suddenly spread its broad wings, raised its long neck, and let out a sharp cry that pierced the entire silent night sky.

He stood atop the tent, his gaze sweeping across the surrounding night sky like lightning.

"Who? What kind of scoundrel dares to hide in my Chan Sect camp and poison us?!"

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