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

Exploring the Xianxia (fantasy martial arts) novel genre

The Old Man of the South Pole stood on the high platform, looking down at the camp stretching for hundreds of miles. His usually kind and gentle face was now so gloomy that it seemed as if it could drip water.

However, despite his anger, he knew that the most urgent task now was to detoxify the army.

The purple-gold gourd in his hand tilted slightly, and a pill emitting a rich herbal fragrance rolled out and fell into dozens of large water vats that had been prepared beforehand.

"change!"

With a low shout, the Antarctic Immortal activated his Quasi-Saintly power.

The elixir dissolved upon contact with water, transforming into countless emerald-green water dragons that flowed along the camp's waterways to each tent.

"Everyone, drink water immediately to detoxify!"

As the military order was relayed, the soldiers, already ravaged by the plague and on the verge of death, struggled to crawl toward the water's edge.

The Herbal Plague-Clearing Pill, bestowed by the Divine Farmer, truly possesses the power to rival the wonders of heaven and earth.

The moment the emerald green medicine entered their stomachs, the black energy that had been entrenched in the soldiers' bodies like a malignant tumor instantly melted away, just like snow meeting hot water.

The vomiting stopped, the high fever subsided, and even the blackened and ulcerated skin began to scab over and fall off at a visible speed, giving way to new flesh.

Not only mortals, but even the remaining toxins in the bodies of immortals like Cihang and Manjushri were completely cleansed by this medicinal power.

In just half an hour.

The despairing plague that had shrouded the Xiqi camp completely dissipated, and the long-awaited clear sunlight shone down once again.

However, though the poison may be cured, the heart remains unhealed.

Looking at the mess on the ground, at the soldiers whose eyes were still filled with fear even after they had been cured of the poison, and at the empty seats of the generals.

Everyone knows that this army, which claims to be acting in accordance with the will of Heaven to overthrow King Zhou, has had its backbone broken.

……

Inside the central command tent.

The atmosphere did not lighten at all despite the joy of detoxification; on the contrary, it became extremely oppressive.

The Old Man of the South Pole sat on the commander's seat, unconsciously squeezing the dragon-carved staff in his hand until it creaked.

Below him, the Daoist Ran Deng was pale and weak; Guang Chengzi was even more dispirited, as if he had lost his soul; Manjushri and Cihang were also dejected.

Taiyi Zhenren is dead, but his spirit is listed on the list.

Ju Liusun died, and his spirit was listed on the list.

Samantabhadra was captured alive and hung on the city wall as dried meat.

Jinzha, Muzha, Huang Tianhua, Lei Zhenzi, Tu Xingsun... all wiped out.

This is the most devastating loss the Chan Sect has ever suffered since the Investiture of the Gods. In the past, it was always the Chan Sect that destroyed the Jie Sect, but today it is the Chan Sect's turn.

"Snapped!"

Guang Chengzi slammed his hand on the table, abruptly stood up, his eyes bloodshot:

"This can't go on any longer. That Xiao Wuji is going too far. If we don't kill him, how can our Chan Sect save face?"

He looked at the Old Man of the South Pole, and proposed through gritted teeth:

"Senior Brother! That wretch is protected by the Chaos Bell and further reinforced by the evil formation of the Witch Clan. It cannot be broken without the methods of a sage!"

"Why not...why not ask our master to bestow the Pangu Banner again? Even if it means shattering the entire Jiepai Pass's earth veins, we must destroy that beast!"

The Pangu Banner is a primordial treasure, primarily used for offense and destruction, possessing the power to tear apart chaos.

If this treasure were to appear, not only Jiepai Pass, but even the Hundred Thousand Mountains could be instantly razed to the ground.

Upon hearing this, a hint of interest flashed in the eyes of everyone inside the tent.

"No!"

The Old Man of the South Pole, without even a second thought, raised his hand and rejected the proposal.

His stern gaze swept over the crowd: "Are you all confused? What is Master's status? He is a supreme Primordial Saint!"

"If we have to repeatedly use sacred treasures to deal with even a third-generation disciple of the Jie Sect, what face do we, the Chan Sect, have left?"

"If word gets out, the people of the primordial world will only laugh at our Chan Sect for having no one to lead!"

At this point, the Antarctic Immortal paused, his expression becoming even more solemn: "Moreover, Uncle Tongtian is currently preparing the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation."

"If we were to use the Pangu Banner now, and it prompted our Uncle Tongtian to also unleash his saintly abilities, and the saints of the two sects were to directly clash, the course of this great calamity... would probably be completely out of control."

The Dao Ancestor Hongjun decreed that sages should not act rashly.

No one dares to easily cross this bottom line; it's best to avoid a war between saints if possible.

"This won't work, that won't work!" Guang Chengzi slumped back into his chair, burying his face in his hands in despair.

"Are we just going to stand by and watch our junior brother Puxian be humiliated? And watch that wicked creature go unpunished?"

The tent fell silent once again.

A feeling of powerlessness spread through the hearts of these great beings.

Hit it? You can't break that turtle shell.

Consumption? They have a continuous supply.

Insults? They don't care at all; they might even publicly humiliate you.

Just when everyone was at a loss, the Daoist Ran Deng, who had been silent all along, suddenly stood up slowly.

His gaunt old face no longer bore the sorrow of the past; instead, it displayed a ruthless and sinister look of desperation.

"Gentlemen."

The sound of the lamp being lit was hoarse, carrying a chilling, ghostly aura.

"That monstrous creature relies on the invincible defense of the Chaos Bell and the terrifying baleful aura of the great formation. Attacking it from the outside is definitely not advisable. Even if we join forces, we will find it difficult to break through that tortoise shell."

"but……"

With a flick of his wrist, twenty-four slightly dim pearls slowly emerged from his palm—the very same Sea-Stabilizing Pearls.

"The Sea-Stabilizing Pearl in my hand contains the Twenty-Four Heavens and can evolve into the Twenty-Four Real Worlds."

A calculating glint flashed in the eyes of the Lamp-Burning Immortal as he looked at the Old Man of the South Pole:

"Since we can't break it from the outside, we'll use heavy pressure!"

"If our eldest brother is willing to personally take action, using this treasure as the core of the formation, with us assisting, we can set up the ancient and wondrous formation—the Twenty-Four Heavens Sealing Formation!"

Ran Deng made a forceful downward gesture, his voice chilling: "This formation isn't meant to break through defenses, it's only meant to suppress!"

"No matter how strong the Chaos Bell's defenses are, as long as we gather everyone's power and unleash the simultaneous crushing force of the twenty-four Heavenly Worlds, it will be equivalent to twenty-four Lesser Thousand Worlds crashing down on his head at the same time!"

"I refuse to believe that a Grand Luo Golden Immortal could withstand the weight of twenty-four small worlds!"

"At that time, there will be no need to break the formation; we will simply use this supreme power to crush that wicked creature, along with the entire Jiepai Pass, into dust!!"

Upon hearing this, the eyes of everyone in the tent lit up instantly.

This is a brilliant idea: since we can't break through your shield, we'll crush you and your shield together!

Although this move is somewhat unorthodox and would damage the morale of the Chan Sect, leading people to say that the Chan Sect dared not enter the battle, it is, at this point, a solution that is not a solution.

The Antarctic Immortal stroked his long beard, pondered for a moment, then his eyes gleamed brightly, and he suddenly slammed his hand on the armrest:

"Excellent! This plan is brilliant!"

"Don't break the surface, just shatter the core. Even if he possesses the Chaos Bell, under the absolute crushing power of mass, he will be reduced to mincemeat!"

The Antarctic Immortal stood up, his aura as a mid-stage Quasi-Saint erupting forth, sweeping away the dejection within the tent.

"Junior Brother Ran Deng, you will be in charge of directing this formation."

"I, this humble Taoist, will personally enter the battle, take command at the central point, and orchestrate the myriad realms!"

"This time, we'll make sure that Xiao Wuji dies without a burial place!!"