Chapter 834 Immortal Array Seals the Demon

"Then this old man shall go."

The Tribulation Transcendent Monk nodded, then stepped forward to take command of the Kun Earth Flag (Formation Flag).

The remaining Dao Masters—Eldrin of the Celestial Eye, Terra-Mystic Sovereign, and the 7 Avian Ascetic—each took command of the banners representing Dry Heaven, Gentle Wind, and Li Fire.

After the 4 sacred banners were claimed, only the banners of Zhen Thunder, Kan Water, Gen Mountain, and Dui Marsh remained without masters.

As the sixth Demigod Ancestor (Cultivation Realm) of the Violet Realm, the Kunpeng Demonic Saint now grasped the gravity of the situation. Without hesitation, he stepped into the formation and took command of the Dui-Ze Banner.

Thus, only the banners of Kan Water, Gen Mountain, and Zhen Thunder remained. Yet by now, the Demigod Ancestor was no more.

With no other choice, everyone turned their gaze toward the peak Ninth-Level Soul Projection expert in their midst. Though a Demigod Ancestor (Cultivation Realm) would have been ideal, a Ninth-Level Soul Projection cultivator might barely suffice to fill the role.

Seeing this, the Palace Master of Drifting Snow made a resolute decision. "I possess the Demon-Suppressing Cauldron, a treasure that approaches immortal-grade. With this artifact in hand, you can wield the Banner of Abyssal Waters."

"Then leave the Gen Mountain Banner to this old man."

Just then, a voice drifted over. Everyone turned toward the sound and saw a stooped old cultivator treading through the void as he approached.

The newcomer was none other than the ancient undying from the Violet Realm demon tribe—the Black Tortoise Patriarch, who had lived for 170,000 years.

The Black Tortoise Ancestor had lived for 1 100 70 1000 years. Although his damaged bloodline from early years had prevented him from breaking through to the Half-Immortal realm, his magical power rivaled even that of a Demigod Ancestor. Wielding a formation banner posed no difficulty for him whatsoever.

Seeing the Black Tortoise Patriarch make his move, everyone breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Only the last formation flag remains."

The master of the Dao Palace presiding over the 8 Trigrams Plate turned his gaze toward the depths of the void upon witnessing this, his eyes sweeping over the Black Dragon Demon Ancestor and the 5 Poisons Old Ancestor.

They could not kill the Outer Fiend's second spirit, and could only trap the Eastern Barren Immortal Body with an array formation. Since so many experts had already been dispatched from the human race, they could no longer allow Ninth-Level Spirit Realm supreme experts to enter the formation.

Therefore, the final candidate must be selected from among the demons and monsters.

Among the Primordial Spirit demons, aside from the Perpetual Slumbering Ancient Ice Silkworm, only the Black Dragon Demon Ancestor and the 5 Venoms Patriarch stood as the most formidable.

Among them, the Black Dragon Ancestor was a pure-blooded true dragon, while the 5 Poisons Ancestor stood as the foremost figure among the unorthodox paths. Both were unparalleled candidates to guard the formation.

The Black Dragon Demon Ancestor saw the Lord of the Dao Palace glance his way and immediately charged into the army of the Outer Realm Demons, roaring, "Face your doom, fiends!"

Everyone was momentarily stunned, but it was Riverlord Chang who spoke up with a frosty expression, "That scoundrel annihilated the Eastern Emperor's lineage. Now that he's faced with the Eastern Emperor's earthly remains, he probably doesn't dare approach."

"So that's how it is."

Many of the Nascent Souls present nodded slightly. Though the Eastern Sovereign had already fallen, his immortal body was eternal and indestructible—it was not impossible for a wisp of undying will to remain.

And if even a trace of bewildered will remained, it would likely have torn this Black Dragon Demon Ancestor to shreds.

"Alas!"

Since the Black Dragon Demon Ancestor did not intervene, the 5 Poisons Ancestor could only grit his teeth and plunge into the formation.

Seeing that there were 8 additional people holding the formation banners, the master of the Dao Palace heaved a deep sigh of relief before speaking:

"This time, the 9 of us shall enter the formation to suppress the immortal and demonic forces. Should anyone dare attack our subordinate factions while we preside over the grand formation, the entire realm shall rise against them!"

"We understand!"

Everyone present immediately spoke up, their pupils flashing with a trace of solemnity.

To enter the formation and suppress the immortal and demonic forces, the worst outcome would be the formation shattering and the cultivator perishing, while the best outcome would be being trapped within the formation with no means of escape.

For the power of this immortal and demonic primordial spirit was far too astonishing, making it nearly impossible to completely suppress and annihilate. Who knew how many years—or even millennia—it would take to break free?

The 9 of them had paid such a tremendous price. If anyone were to take advantage of their plight now, it would truly be a heart-wrenching betrayal.

"Treasure Banner of the 8 Trigrams (Magic Treasure), what skillful maneuvering!"

At this moment, in the heart of the Star Palace Islands, the 9 Serenities Demon Lord gazed at the grand formation spanning the void, his brow furrowed with grave solemnity.

He did not interfere with that 8 Trigrams Treasure Formation. A battle of such immortal-demonic magnitude would reduce even a Demigod Ancestor to mere cannon fodder, let alone a ninth-level Nascent Soul cultivator like himself—this was far beyond his capacity to meddle in.

For him, the most pressing task was to tear through the Zhou Tian Star Archipelago.

The Outer Realm Demon God had long laid a contingency plan. Once freed from the suppression of the Zhou Tian Star Archipelago’s formation, it would tear through the 8 Trigrams Treasure Formation and unleash that second primordial spirit.

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With the powerful second primordial spirit of the Solar Sovereign Immortal Body coordinating from both inside and out, the Outer Realm Demons would be confident in completely tearing open the Abyssal Demon Rift, transforming it into a void passage that could never be sealed.

Once the Void Passage is opened, unless an immortal like Eldrin appears within an extremely brief timeframe to reseal the Celestial Rift, the Violet Realm will inevitably be devoured piece by piece until nothing remains.

At that thought, the 9 Serenities Demon Lord waved his hand and declared coldly, "Proceed. This time, we shall completely shatter this Zhou Tian Star Formation."

Kill...

As the words of the Netherworld Demonic Sovereign faded, 1 treasure ship after another emerged across the horizon, charging toward the Cosmic Star Formation.

This time was different from a 1000 years ago. In this battle, the Outer Realm Demons had nearly emptied their ranks, with over 2 100 Nascent Soul demonic cultivators joining the fray, determined to breach the Zhou Tian Star Archipelago in a single assault.

Faced with this overwhelming force, even the inner ring of Starfall Islands struggled to maintain complete defense. In the blink of an eye, numerous breaches were torn open, allowing hordes of Nascent Soul demonic cultivators to spill into the peripheral regions.

In the archipelago near the direction of the Vermilion Bird Starry Sky, a rift tore open a section of the void, from which hundreds of war treasure ships surged forth. Upon them stood 7 or 8 figures, towering like demonic deities.

1 of them had horns sprouting from his head, his towering figure clad in dragon-scale armor. With an air of unshakable authority, he murmured under his breath.

"Zijie, your 9 Nether Demon Dragon Sovereign has returned."

"Tremble, you brats who dared besiege this emperor in days of yore."

"They come with ill intent."

Beyond the archipelagos of the Vermilion Bird Star Palace, Maris the Sea Steader gazed at the island chains in the distant void, his expression involuntarily turning grave.

Not far from him stood 3 figures: Magnus the Virtuous Lord, Lyra, and Qing Ji. Each wore expressions of solemn gravity.

Magnus the Virtuous Lord took a deep breath before speaking, "There are 8 Nascent Soul demonic cultivators on the other side. I fear we are no match for them."

"Fortunately, the Outer Realm Demons at or above the mid Nascent Soul stage are all being held off by our fellow cultivators in the inner perimeter. Otherwise, I fear we would stand no chance in this battle."

Lyra's eyes turned icy as she declared with unveiled killing intent, "A millennium ago, that battle was also won by the weaker side. There is no certainty we cannot repeat that feat."

"It's not that simple."

Maris the Sea Steader (Person Name) shook his head before speaking. "Even if we possessed Eldrin's (Person Name) tactical genius—which we don't—we'd still lack the strength to pull it off."

"The Outer Realm Fiend Gods have mobilized their entire forces for this war. Our Vermilion Bird Star Realm alone faces 7 or 8 Nascent Soul cultivators, and I fear the star palaces beyond our borders harbor no small number either."

"How can we possibly continue this battle under such dire circumstances?"

Hearing this, everyone was rendered speechless.

Although this battle was a calamity unseen in 3 1000 years, the Violet Realm had made thorough preparations. Every outer star palace was guarded by a Yuanshen Dao Lord, and even the Yuanshen Demons and Monks stood ready to intervene at any moment.

Yet merely observing from the periphery revealed no fewer than 20-some Nascent Soul demonic cultivators. How could this battle possibly be fought?