The entire sect is obsessed with love, but I'm the only one who's truly insane.

A group of array masters have begun exchanging materials for setting up arrays.

Does anyone have a Five Elements Thread?

"I have it, I have it."

"I have extra materials for the Soul Sealing Array here. Anyone need them?"

"Me, me, me, what are you lacking? I don't see anything!"

A group of people, each clutching a storage bag, were calculating the materials needed for the formation.

No one cared about the cost of the array materials they gave away or what they would exchange them for; they simply exchanged what they had and no longer concerned themselves with gains or losses.

Yan Qing and Yuan Ye huddled together and whispered, "No, Junior Uncle actually took something out of his pocket."

"That seems to indicate something really bad has happened." Yuan Ye shook his head. "She didn't even ask for money!"

"But what about the signal flares that Junior Uncle mentioned? Do we have any of those?"

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of suspicion in each other's eyes.

After all, their Supreme Sect can directly contact each other using disciple tokens, without needing signal flares.

Behind them, Ni Jinxuan suddenly slapped her forehead. "I've got it! It's that!"

The two turned to look at Ni Jinxuan. "What?"

"That was the wishing fireworks that our junior uncle made for me during the Lunar New Year."

"But... what's left probably isn't anything good, is it?"

"I remember... my junior uncle said that if you put bad things into the sky and blow them up, they won't bother you anymore in the coming year."

The three looked at each other and suddenly gasped.

They had no doubt that Junior Uncle was the kind of person who would make sure to deliver a scathing sarcastic remark to his opponents before he died.

The groups of people who had been gathered together dispersed.

The disciples of the 125 Central Plains sects came from 25 different regions and sects, and varied in age and talent.

Some may be filled with anxiety, while others may be filled with resentment.

Beneath their feet lay a massive array that was about to refine and devour their flesh and soul. Within it, their very being was being torn apart, yet no one bent their back, no one stopped.

The young people strode forward, heading towards what might be the last battlefield of their lives.

They didn't even have the chance to face the enemy directly, but so what?

I save myself, I defend my way.

Our dignity, life, and traditions must never be trampled upon by others.

Lin Du stood still, raised his hand to place the puppet beside him, and then began to quickly set up the formation.

Before the water mirror stood dozens of cultivators, the backbone of Zhongzhou and the main force currently active in the Dongming Realm.

On the other side were the demons with stiff expressions.

After listening to Lin Du's words, someone muttered under their breath, "Isn't this ridiculous? Even formations aren't this broken."

"Can we trust such young array masters? What if one of them makes a mistake? Can they take responsibility?"

The leader of the Lianheng Sect glanced at the man. "It's a risky move, a gamble with one's life. Can't we, as formation masters, take responsibility? Do you have a better solution?"

"You've never even seen what a meteor shower formation is, have you?"

The man immediately fell silent. Yuheng sneered at this. Even Yan Ye remained silent, tacitly accepting Lin Du's arrangement. They had no right to question it.

That formation was comparable to the seventh level of the Heavenly Grade. Even if Lin Du and Meng Ling, two formation geniuses, joined forces, they could not break it directly.

Yan Ye, carrying his longsword, observed Lin Du's arrangements and the puppet that had inexplicably appeared out of nowhere. After a long while, he turned to Feng Chao and asked, "Where is Jiang Liang?"

Jiang Liang, who suffers from severe social anxiety, is still staying at home.

Feng Yi's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this. "...Yes, it took a lot of energy?"

Yan Ye chuckled softly, like a gust of wind sweeping across a snowy plain. "Don't you know how fragile my disciple's body is? Hurry up and bring him back to life."

Moreover, she is clearly in a state of mental exhaustion, or rather, all the array masters inside are in a state of mental exhaustion.

The amount of calculations each person just received might normally take ten days to half a month to complete, and they would have to double-check it to ensure there were no mistakes. Everyone was under high tension, and arguments and irritability were inevitable.

The spiritual power and combat strength of array masters are indeed insufficient. The resources and time required to train an array master are also extremely high. Many sects have difficulty producing even one excellent array master in their generation. Even the Heng Sect, which specializes in arrays, has always been at the bottom of the six sects, only being wealthy.

In a thousand years, only one extraordinary person like Yan Ye has emerged.

The crowd has been largely evacuated, with some people only stopping at the cloud after walking quite far away.

"Thank goodness there was still time to evacuate, I was terrified."

"Exactly! Who would have thought watching a game could be so life-threatening? Hey, where's my telescopic vision device? Let me see what's going on in there!"

"Hey, they're fighting! They're fighting! The true people are fighting the demons!"

"Let me see! Let me see! Lend me your clairvoyant eyes!"

People can run away, but you can't miss out on the excitement.

Inside the plaza, several True Immortals from the Supreme Sect and the Returning Origin Sect directly unleashed their magical artifacts, pointing them directly at the demons present.

Feng Chao unleashed a jet-black Xuanmu token, its spiritual power surging, granting a decree to the spirits of heaven and earth, pointing directly at the person behind Qian Yu.

"Eighth Brother".

Her voice was sharp, and the token shone brightly in the air, revealing a complex legal rune. With an undeniable and powerful pressure, it slammed straight into the chest of the man in black robes.

Those who were still fighting the demons were affected by the powerful pressure and quickly moved away, but they were still unable to lift their heads because of the solemn and imposing decree.

Do you know you're wrong?

Feng Chao's expression was solemn, his robes fluttering even without wind. His question was like the sound of a striking bell, carrying an unyielding severity. Even demons couldn't help but tremble in their hearts and unconsciously lower their heads, thinking of things they felt guilty about.

The man in black robes raised his hand to try and dodge the shout, but the power he generated was easily broken by the golden runes.

The golden runes pierced the man's chest, followed by a sharp gust of wind from the gun tearing through his mask, revealing a distorted face that was completely disfigured.

Ju Yuan was taken aback and was about to say something when Qian Yu had already torn open space, grabbed several people with one hand, and disappeared into the spatial passage, no longer paying attention to the man in black robes.

Before leaving, a ray of snow light pierced into the group of people, and another talisman disappeared among them.

One was created by Yan Ye, and the other by Feng Yi.

"The Earthly Fiend Talisman and the Tracking Talisman." Feng Yi stopped. "Those small fry will probably die. The Tracking Talisman should be able to find Qian Yu's lair. Shall we pursue them now?"

Yan Ye shook his head. "Wait a minute."

He turned around, sword in hand, and asked, "Who's in charge of the Grand Competition's secret realm?"

Several powerful figures fell silent for a moment. Among them were the Grand Elder and Alliance Leader of the Loose Cultivator Alliance, the Ancestor of the Jishi Sect, and a veteran Heavenly Grade Array Master of the Array Alliance.

A voice suddenly appeared in his ear, "Actually, there's no need to listen to these old fogies arguing. Look at that group of people, the one in the black and yellow clothes. He has clearly reached the once-in-a-millennium tribulation and is showing signs of the five signs of decay of a celestial being, but now he has suddenly been saved."

High-level cultivators may never ascend to immortality in their lifetime, but they have long lifespans. According to the laws of nature, there is a life tribulation every thousand years.

The voice sounded unfamiliar, and Yan Ye paused for a moment, but his divine sense couldn't find the person.

In other words, this person's level of concealment through their barrier is at least equal to his.

"The owner of Fusifang who was sitting there just now seemed to know something too. He looked very strange when he left. Have your nephews investigate him."

Yan Ye paused for a moment, then placed his sword directly and without any resistance against the neck of the cultivator in the black and yellow robes.

The man panicked. "Why is the Immortal Venerable acting this way? This is the work of evil spirits! Even if you are angry with us, you cannot kill innocent people indiscriminately!"

"My eyes may be blind, but my heart is not," Yan Ye said coldly. "You know perfectly well what tricks you've played and what shortcuts you've opened for them."

"To save your own life, you've even abandoned the laws and principles of the Central Plains. How dare you stand here?"

The man's face was deathly pale, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his mouth opened and closed, but he was unable to speak.

The truth was revealed, and the other powerful beings quickly dispersed, staring at the man in disbelief.

"You! You! You're so confused! You've lived for over five thousand years, witnessed so many changes, and lived in seclusion for so long. Everyone thought you were a carefree hermit with profound wisdom... You!"

"Me?" The man suddenly found some strength. "Me, confused? This eight-hundred-year-old brat has a sword to my throat, only because he has extraordinary talent, while we..."

Before the man could finish speaking, Yan Ye had already slit his neck with his sword. There was no blood at the wound, only fine frost.

When a cultivator at the Taiqing Realm makes a move, it's an absolute suppression of their realm and rules, requiring little to no variation in their techniques.

"So clean," someone whispered in his ear.