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

The central command tent of Xiqi.

"Don't you dare spout such nonsense! If you, this piece of trash, hadn't been so clueless about their background and hadn't failed to inform them of the Five-Colored Divine Light beforehand, would I have suffered such a great loss?"

"Even though I know this, you should still remind me."

The Taoist Ran Deng's thin face turned red, and his voice was hoarse and shrill.

Upon hearing this, Guang Chengzi sneered noncommittally, "Remind you? Are you a three-year-old? Do I need to remind you of this?"

The argument between the two not only failed to subside, but escalated further, as if they were about to tear each other apart and have another fight right there in the command tent.

Just as tensions were about to rise...

"That's enough!"

The old man of the South Pole, sitting at the head of the table, suddenly slammed his dragon-shaped staff down, producing a muffled sound that shook the very soul.

The overwhelming pressure from the mid-stage Quasi-Saint was like a bucket of cold water being poured over their heads, instantly sweeping across the entire tent and forcefully suppressing the two people's rampaging magic power and anger.

"With a formidable enemy at hand, fellow disciples are turning against each other in their own tents. What kind of behavior is this? Haven't we lost enough face today?" The Antarctic Immortal's face turned ashen as he sternly rebuked them.

Faced with the Antarctic Immortal's fury, Randeng and Guangchengzi finally backed down, each letting out a cold snort and turning their heads away without saying another word.

They all knew in their hearts that at this point, it would be useless to try to shift the blame.

The Sea-Stabilizing Pearl is lost, and Jiepai Pass remains a thorn in their side. If this thorn isn't removed, none of them will be able to return to Kunlun Mountain to report back.

Once the atmosphere inside the tent had eased slightly, and seeing that the bigwigs had finally stopped talking, Jiang Ziya dared to step forward and personally refill their teacups with hot tea.

"Vice Master, Senior Brother," Jiang Ziya said, forcing himself to speak.

"Our most pressing task is to take Jiepai Pass. That Xiao Wuji is incredibly cunning; shouldn't we consider a different approach?"

After a moment of silence in the tent, Manjushri frowned and tentatively suggested:

"Fellow disciples, since Xiao Wuji's methods are so strange, especially his mastery of the Five-Colored Divine Light that can sweep away anything, why don't we ask that Westerner for help?"

Manjushri lowered his voice: "Back then on Golden Rooster Ridge, how arrogant Kong Xuan was, relying on his Five-Colored Divine Light! He utterly defeated our Chan Sect, leaving them powerless to fight back. In the end, wasn't he easily subdued by the Western Sage Zhunti and made the Peacock King?"

"Since the Sage Zhunti can subdue Kong Xuan, he can naturally subdue Xiao Wuji as well. Asking him for help won't be a disgrace to our Chan Sect, since it's asking for outside assistance."

Upon hearing this, the eyes of the people inside the tent flickered slightly, clearly showing some interest.

"absurd!"

Guang Chengzi refused without hesitation, slamming his hand on the table, causing tea to splash everywhere.

"Go and invite Zhunti? How could you even think of that!"

Guang Chengzi coldly glanced at Manjushri: "Do you take a sage as a henchman who comes when summoned and goes when dismissed?"

"Back then, it was Zhunti who saw the potential and talent in Kong Xuan and took the initiative to convert him. Now, Xiao Wuji is the apple of Tongtian Shishu's eye!"

"If we were to rashly invite a Western sage to deal with a third-generation disciple of the Jie Sect, do you think Uncle Tongtian would directly come to Xiqi with the Qingping Sword?"

"When the great war between the saints breaks out again, will you bear the consequences, or will I?"

The Taoist Manjushri was so embarrassed by the rebuke that he retreated awkwardly, not daring to say another word.

The tent fell into a deathly silence once again, a silence filled with helplessness.

We can't win by fighting. We dare not ask a sage.

Are we just going to be blocked outside Jiepai Pass by Xiao Wuji and slowly worn down to death?

Just when everyone was at a loss, Cihang Daoren, who had been silent all along, slowly stepped forward.

He walked to the sand table in the center of the command tent and pointed to the lonely terracotta city that represented Jiepai Pass.

"Fellow disciples, we have fallen into a misconception."

Cihang Daoren remained calm and analyzed the situation clearly: "We have been wary of Xiao Wuji's methods, but we have overlooked the essence of the matter."

"Although Xiao Wuji possesses the Five-Colored Divine Light, his cultivation level is only at the mid-stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm. He is definitely not as good as Kong Xuan back then."

"The reason he was able to force back the vice-leader and the senior disciple wasn't because of his own magical power, but because of the tortoise shell beneath his feet!"

Cihang Daoren's finger tapped heavily on the sand table.

"The Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation is his true reliance. The formation isolates heaven and earth, providing him with a continuous source of Pangu's evil energy, and it is also the source of power he uses to activate those supreme treasures."

"As long as we find a way to break this formation, peel off its shell, and sever its connection with the earth's veins."

"At that time, he will only be a Grand Luo cultivator. Even with the Chaos Bell, a supreme innate treasure, he will be nothing more than a fish on a chopping board!"

These words were like the sun breaking through the clouds.

Guang Chengzi's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly: "Junior Brother Cihang is right! That wicked creature relies entirely on the formation to be ferocious. Once the formation is broken, he's just a toothless tiger!"

But then, everyone frowned again.

Break through the formation? That's easy to say.

After all, if the formation could be broken, things wouldn't have dragged on to this point.

Moreover, in the primordial world, if we were to talk about the mastery of formations, if the Tongtian Sect Master acknowledged being second, no one would dare to claim to be first.

The Jie Sect produced numerous masters of formations. In contrast, the Chan Sect has always advocated using brute force to overcome skill and emphasized self-cultivation, achieving very little in the field of formations.

Moreover, that's the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation! Even if it's an incomplete version, how could it be broken by ordinary means?

"Where can we find a master who can break this formation?" Jiang Ziya sighed with a wry smile, a look of helplessness in his eyes.

"Our Chan Sect isn't skilled in this, so we can't very well borrow people from the Jie Sect, can we?"

The crowd fell silent again. They knew that what Jiang Ziya said was unrealistic. After all, the Chan and Jie sects were now locked in a life-or-death struggle. How could they possibly help them fight against their own people?

Just when everyone was at a loss, the Taoist Ran Deng, who had been sitting on the commander's seat with a gloomy face, suddenly slowly raised his head.

A dangerous and venomous glint flashed in his cloudy old eyes.

"Breaking this great formation of the Witch Clan is not actually unsolvable; I do have an idea."

The sound of the lamp being lit echoed faintly, carrying a sense of ancient vicissitudes and chill, instantly lowering the temperature inside the tent.

Everyone turned to look at him, waiting for him to continue.

Without keeping everyone in suspense, Ran Deng tapped his withered fingers lightly on the table and said, word by word, "You seem to have forgotten about one existence."

"During the great calamity of the Lich Kingdom, the ones who fought the fiercest battles with the twelve Ancestral Witches of the Lich Kingdom in the Heavenly Court were undoubtedly the former members of the Lich Kingdom."

Upon hearing this, Guang Chengzi frowned and said, "We invited Lu Ya before, but that guy was unreliable. He didn't help at all and even caused Junior Brother Ju Liusun's death. We can't possibly invite him again, can we?"

The Taoist Ran Deng shook his head slightly and smiled noncommittally.

"I'm not talking about Lu Ya, of course. Lu Ya is just a prince of the demon race; he hadn't matured yet during the war between the witches and demons. I'm talking about..."

At this point, Randeng paused, his gaze piercing through the tent, looking towards the far north of the primordial wilderness.

"North Sea, Demon Master Kunpeng."