Chapter 641: Concealing Heaven’s Will, Defying Transformation

Chapter 641: Chapter 641: Concealing Heaven’s Will, Defying Transformation

Atop the mountain peak, Shenxiu gave his command, and the disciples quickly began their preparations.

Shenxiu held a piece of uncut jade, gazing at the vast land before him and the ever-falling blood rain.

"Master Shenxiu, is the Dragon-Trapping Urn truly as powerful as the rumors say?" Ye Qingcheng asked.

"Of course. With so many powerhouses drawn in, what is there to worry about? When the dragons roar to the heavens, the urn will host a spectacular show!" Shenxiu replied with a confident smile.

"With so many powerhouses, will even the Heavenly Extreme Realm be affected?" Ye Qingcheng asked again.

"Indeed. Within the eight Heavenly Extreme Realms, there won't be an issue. And besides, are there more than eight inside?" Shenxiu chuckled.

"Impossible!" Ye Qingcheng confirmed.

"Then rest assured, this feng shui formation is one of the strongest of my Shenxiu lineage. As long as the Ageless Realm disciples perform without error, we will certainly capture Nangong Sheng and the immortals from the great world!" Shenxiu declared with utmost certainty.

"There will be no issues!" Ye Qingcheng stated firmly.

"However, this operation will cost your Ageless Realm dearly," Shenxiu shook his head.

"Cost? Haha, Master Shenxiu need not worry. The Ageless Realm can afford these expenses. As long as we obtain what we desire in the end, these costs are nothing," Ye Qingcheng laughed.

"Hmm," Shenxiu nodded.

At that moment, a yellow light shot up in front of Ye Qingcheng and the others, signaling the formal activation of the Dragon-Trapping Urn.

The yellow light pierced the sky, reaching into the blood-red clouds above, anchoring both heaven and earth. The vast yellow light wasn't just ordinary light; within moments, it began to solidify, taking on a ceramic-like sheen, resembling a towering ceramic pillar.

But it didn't stop there. The ceramic pillar started to elongate horizontally, forming an ever-widening wall that reached the heavens. It continued to stretch along a specific trajectory, extending wider and wider, like a city wall, but towering thousands of times higher.

As the colossal wall grew, the ground beneath it began to turn ceramic, spreading rapidly towards the Floating Blood Sea.

This wasn't happening in just one place. Similar changes occurred in all prepared positions, with Ye Qingcheng's location being just one. When the towering walls connected, it was within Shenxiu's calculations.

More yellow beams shot skyward, quickly transforming into wall sections.

With each additional wall, a massive 'urn' encompassing the heavens and the earth gradually took shape.

As the formation neared completion, the walls grew, connecting seamlessly. The colossal 'urn' was forming, its scale staggering even to the Ageless Realm disciples who were implementing it.

Countless powerhouses attempting to flee witnessed this astounding scene. They paused, looking at the towering walls in the distance, wondering what was happening.

"Senior Brother, what's going on?" one cultivator asked another.

"Master, the ground in the distance is changing color and advancing towards us. What's happening?"

Back in the small city, Gu Qianyou threw four ancient peach wood swords into the ground at the four corners, channeling energy into the earth.

"Humm—"

The skeletons trembled as dense death energy surged upward, enveloping the city and repelling the invading bats. The bats fell to the ground, decaying rapidly upon contact with the black fog.

"We're not safe yet," Gu Qianyou said, frowning. "The ominous signs persist and may even intensify."

"Empress, what should we do next?" Mr. Corpse asked.

"We must buy time until His Majesty arrives," Gu Qianyou replied gravely.

"Can His Majesty get here? This formation confuses the mind and hinders movement. How will His Majesty enter?" Old Drunkard asked worriedly.

"Trust in His Majesty. No formation can trap him. We just need to hold out," Gu Qianyou assured them.

"Yes!" the group responded.

"Mr. Corpse, can you still manipulate skeletons?" Gu Qianyou asked.

"Yes," he replied.

"Good. Summon as many skeletons as possible and form a 'Skeleton Feng Shui Defense Formation' around the city," Gu Qianyou instructed.

"Understood," Mr. Corpse responded, flying to the city tower to begin his incantations.

Outside, the purple-haired man noticed the change and commanded his disciples, "Everyone, enter the formation and follow my lead!"

"Yes, sir!"

Inside the city, Zhong Shan phased in and opened a door, stepping out.

Old Drunkard stared in disbelief. "Your Majesty, how did you get here?"

Before them, Mr. Corpse conjured an image of the view seen by his zombies: endless high walls rising up.

"What is this?" everyone exclaimed in surprise.

"I'm not sure, but something major is definitely happening," Mr. Corpse replied gravely.

"I might have figured it out," Gu Qianyou said, her eyes narrowing.

"Oh?" everyone looked at her expectantly.

"When we arrived, we speculated about who spread the news about the Earth Book and why they wanted to attract so many powerhouses. There was clearly a conspiracy at play. Now that the conspiracy is unfolding, it seems we've inadvertently caused a small flaw in their plan," Gu Qianyou explained.

"Hmm," everyone nodded in agreement.

"Mr. Corpse, how far can your zombies travel?" Gu Qianyou asked.

"I'm not sure!" Mr. Corpse shook his head.

"Use your strongest zombie. Send it as far as possible and relay everything it sees back to us," Gu Qianyou ordered.

"Yes!" Mr. Corpse responded promptly.

His strongest zombie was, of course, the Buddha's corpse he had excavated from the Pure Land.

Under Mr. Corpse's control, the zombie quickly traveled underground, sending back images of the distant landscape.

Through these images, they could see some powerhouses hiding at the base of various mountains.

By now, most of the ground had turned to ceramic, trapping all the powerhouses within this massive urn. As the powerhouses watched with heavy hearts, thin wisps of yellow smoke began to rise from the ground.

The yellow smoke surged towards the countless powerhouses and creatures. Some cultivators didn't pay attention, allowing the smoke to enter their bodies, while others quickly erected protective barriers. However, the smoke penetrated these barriers effortlessly, entering their bodies.

Tian Xiao, leading a group of Tian Family disciples in their escape, suddenly felt a wisp of yellow smoke enter his body.

"Not good, Transformation Smoke!" Tian Xiao shouted in alarm.

But it was too late. Behind him, a Tian Family disciple suddenly emitted a blinding yellow light. Waves of energy radiated from his body.

"Roar—"

A dragon's roar echoed from the yellow light, sending chills down everyone's spines.

"Boom—"

The yellow light burst apart, and the Tian Family disciple vanished, transforming into a hundred-zhang-long yellow dragon. The dragon's eyes were hollow and lifeless. With a roar, it turned and flew rapidly towards the former Floating Blood Sea.

A living person had transformed into a massive yellow dragon?

Everyone was dumbfounded. What was happening? Who could explain this?

The transformation didn't stop with that one Tian Family disciple. Countless other powerhouses hiding in various places also began to emit yellow light, turning into dragons under Shenxiu's control.

"The Dragon-Trapping Urn formation? It's Shenxiu's feng shui array!" Tian Xiao exclaimed.

But it was too late. Nearly half of the Tian Family disciples were now glowing with yellow light, including Tian Xiao himself.

In the urn, this strange scene played out endlessly. Countless powerhouses, at least at the Nascent Soul stage, many in the Integration stage, numerous Emperor Extreme Realm cultivators, and even some Heavenly Extreme Realm experts, all began to transform.

Tian Xiao, enveloped in yellow light, knew things were dire but was powerless to stop it. As he watched his disciples transform into hundred-zhang-long yellow dragons, he could only stand helplessly, knowing his turn was next.

The dragons roared, and as the endless powerhouses transformed into yellow dragons, their roars echoed throughout the urn. Every living creature was turning into a dragon.

More yellow smoke poured into Tian Xiao's body, making him increasingly uncontrollable. He struggled to stay conscious but felt the urn vibrating at a strange frequency, further muddling his mind.

"Humm—"

Tian Xiao finally lost his sanity, his body flashing with intense yellow light.

"Roar—"

With a roar that surpassed all others, Tian Xiao's body exploded with yellow light, transforming into a ten-thousand-zhang-long yellow dragon. The dragon's eyes were still lifeless as it roared and flew towards the center of the Floating Blood Sea.

Not only Tian Xiao but Yin Luo Ri also succumbed. The Tiger Clan supreme, a massive white tiger, transformed into a ten-thousand-zhang-long yellow dragon, joining the others.

The world changed abruptly as the urn filled with a thick yellow smoke. The smoke grew denser.

Perhaps because Mr. Corpse's zombies were dead, the smoke didn't affect them. But Xianxian and others at the urn's gap were left speechless.

"This... this is feng shui magic, concealing heaven's will, defying transformation!" Old Drunkard exclaimed in horror.

Everyone who witnessed this scene was terrified. Who could have imagined that a feng shui formation could be so eerie and powerful?