Chapter 162 The Great Formation is Complete, Time to Cultivate!

At the border of the Eastern Continent, beyond the turbulent void.

This was the place where the Eastern Continent was isolated from the outside world, usually ravaged by gale winds and extremely unstable space.

However, at this moment, this chaotic void was forcibly suppressed into a calm state by terrifying forces.

Four super warships, each ten thousand zhang long and resembling moving continents, hovered at the east, south, west, and north positions, sealing off all paths of survival for the Eastern Continent.

Above the warships, banners blocked the sun, and experts gathered like clouds.

The Purple-Gold Dragon Flag of the Central Continent's Chu family, the Wan-character Buddha Flag of the Western Region's Leiyin Temple, the beast bone totem of the Northern Region's Barbarian God Tribe, and the dark green poison mist of the Southern Region's Ten Thousand Poison Valley wove together into a suffocating giant net.

Although the great army had arrived, they did not launch an assault immediately.

Inside the main control room of the Chu family's flagship, Chu Yunxiao was conducting the final pre-battle deployment with the other three giants via a light screen.

"Everyone, the Eastern Continent is now a turtle in a jar."

Chu Yunxiao held a cup of spiritual tea, his tone revealing a composure akin to a cat playing with a mouse. "However, since that Asura Hall was able to kill The Xuan-Ming Duo of our clan, they must have strange means. To reduce the losses of our men, I propose we prioritize the 'Trap' tactic first."

"Trap?"

On the other side of the light screen, Tuoba Wuji of the Northern Region's Barbarian God Tribe snorted with dissatisfaction. "Chu Yunxiao, when did you become so long-winded? Wouldn't it be over if we just crushed them directly?"

"A barbarian is just a barbarian, only knowing how to use brute force."

Granny Gu from the Southern Region laughed eerily. "The Palace Master Chu means to first activate the 'Sky-Locking Formation' to completely drain the already thin spiritual energy of the Eastern Continent, making them fall into panic and despair. When their morale is scattered and they collapse without a fight, wouldn't it be wonderful for us to go in and reap the harvest?"

"That is exactly the intention."

A cold glint flashed in Chu Yunxiao's eyes. "I want to let Ye Haocheng watch his subordinates suffocate bit by bit and watch his dynasty crumble one by one. That feeling of waiting for death is more despairing than killing him directly."

"Amitabha." Holy Monk Pudu of the Western Region pressed his palms together. "Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life; giving them one day to repent is also our compassion. Tomorrow at noon, when the formation is activated, it will be the time for deliverance."

In just a few words, the four giants decided the death date of the Eastern Continent.

In their view, this one day of time was merely the last bit of mercy given by a hunter to ensure the meat of the prey was firmer.

Little did they know, it was precisely this arrogance and delay of one day that gave the Eastern Continent its only — — chance of survival!

...

At the main headquarters of the Asura Hall.

Unlike the suffocating silence outside, the air here was so dry and hot it felt as if it could ignite steel.

All the Asura Guards held their breath, staring fixedly at the extremely complex formation in the center of the underground palace.

Wu De had completely lost his image; his originally round figure seemed to have slimmed down a circle, and his Daoist robe was already soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to his body.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his hands danced crazily like they were having a seizure, embedding the last few supreme void crystals into the formation's eyes.

"There is one last divine pattern left..."

Wu De's voice was as hoarse as a broken bellows. "Let it... succeed, damn it!!!"

Following his hysterical roar, the engraving knife in his hand fell fiercely, accurately piercing into the ancient stele fragment at the center of the formation.

Hum — —!!!

An indescribable humming sound instantly resounded throughout the entire underground palace.

Immediately after, that originally dim formation seemed to come alive.

Countless silver-gray rays of light shot into the sky, weaving into a huge web of light, then rapidly contracted, turning into a translucent chaos barrier that completely shrouded the entire Asura Hall headquarters and the surrounding hundred miles.

Even more miraculously, the moment this barrier formed, the omnipresent sense of oppression that had existed in heaven and earth, that feeling of being monitored by some will, miraculously disappeared!

Replacing it was a primitive aura that, although chaotic, was full of vitality.

"Thump!"

Wu De collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath, but a crazed smile hung on his face. "It's done... Hahahaha! I'm exhausted... It really is done!"

"Is this... the Heaven-Deceiving Formation?"

Ye Haocheng, who had been guarding the side, also felt a trace of difference at this moment.

Although he, as an Innate Chaos Dao Body, suffered less suppression, he could clearly feel that the spatial rules around him had changed.

It was as if this place had been "severed" from the original world, forming an independent small world.

"That's right, Palace Master."

Wu De struggled to climb up, wiped the sweat off his face, and said triumphantly, "Within the range of this formation, the Heavenly Dao rules of the outside world are blocked, and that 'Sky-Locking Formation' set up by those grandsons has also failed!"

"Here, there are no bottlenecks and no suppression! As long as the talent is sufficient, even a pig can become a Marshal of the Heavenly Canopy!"

A brilliant light shot from Ye Haocheng's eyes as he violently flicked his sleeve.

"Good! Wu De, I will record this merit!"

Immediately, he turned to look at Leng Yi, who had been waiting for a long time.

"Send a message to the twelve dynasties immediately!"

"Tell them the formation is complete! Tell them to follow the agreement and bring their respective ancestors to the Asura Hall at top speed!"

"Remember, tell them that even if they have to pry open the coffin lids, they must carry those old monsters who still have a breath left over to me! As long as they have one breath, I can make them live for another five thousand years!"

"Yes!" Leng Yi accepted the order, his figure instantly turning into a residual shadow and disappearing.

...

Time became incomparably precious at this moment.

Thanks to the high-pressure integration of the Asura Hall previously, as well as the explosive power of the major dynasties in the face of disaster, in less than half a day, one after another, terrifying and ancient auras successively descended outside the Asura Hall headquarters.

These people were usually existences that were rarely seen.

Some had declared their death a thousand years ago, some had sealed themselves in divine sources to linger on, and some were the true pillars of the major dynasties.

If it were normal times, the appearance of these twenty-plus Peak Martial Venerable experts would be enough to cause a magnitude-ten earthquake across the entire Eastern Continent.

But today, they were like students rushing to a market, one by one, hurrying and even rushing to the Asura Hall without regard for their demeanor.

"Quick! Hurry up! This old man's breath is about to run out!"

"Is that the Asura Hall? Such rich Chaos Qi!"

When Ye Haocheng walked out of the hall to welcome them, what he saw was a group of withered yet sharp-eyed old men.

Including the ancestors brought by the three demon clan emperors, there were twenty-three people in total.

These twenty-three people represented the strongest foundation the Eastern Continent had been able to achieve in the last ten thousand years under the locked rules!

"Greetings, Palace Master Ye!"

Seeing the young man in the black robe wearing a golden mask, these old monsters who had lived for thousands of years did not put on any airs and bowed in unison.

In the cultivation world, those who are capable are teachers.

Ye Haocheng was not only unfathomably strong but also the only savior of the Eastern Continent, worthy of this bow.

"Seniors, please spare the formalities."

Ye Haocheng's gaze swept over everyone and finally landed on an old man wearing a green Confucian robe, with white hair and beard, holding a volume of ancient books.

This person was the Dean of the Eastern Continent's Confucian holy land, Qingping Academy — Master Chen.

He was also the elder who had secretly protected Ye Haocheng once when he was weak.

Ye Haocheng stepped forward quickly and bowed slightly to Master Chen. "Old Chen, long time no see, I hope you have been well."

Ye Haocheng had always respected this former lifesaver.

"Good! What great spirit!"

An old man in a dragon robe, with a face like a dried corpse, laughed loudly, his voice like a broken gong. "I am the Great Qin Ancestor, Qin Xiaotian! Palace Master Ye, if you can really help me break through, this life of mine will belong to the Asura Hall from now on!"

On the other side, a demon race ancestor covered in golden scales with a fierce aura also said in a muffled voice, "I am the ancestor of the Golden-Winged Great Eagle clan. Palace Master Ye, as long as you can let me tear apart those bird people from the Central Continent, I'll even be your mount!"

Ye Haocheng looked at these high-spirited seniors, and a sense of pride surged in his heart.

This was the backbone of the Eastern Continent!

Although they had been bent for ten thousand years, although they had been tortured to the brink of death, as long as they were given a little sunshine, they could erupt with a fire that could burn the heavens!

"Seniors, time is tight. The Central Continent's army may launch an attack at any time."

Ye Haocheng did not exchange too many pleasantries, his expression becoming solemn. "Let's skip the small talk, please follow me into the formation!"

"Good!"

Everyone shouted in unison, their voices shaking the clouds.

...

Behind the Asura Hall, in the core area of the Heaven-Deceiving Formation.

This place had been transformed into a huge open-air dojo.

The moment Ye Haocheng led the twenty-three ancestors, as well as the three thousand Martial Saints of the Asura Hall, Jin Daoming, Chen Pufan, and others into that chaos barrier —

Boom!

Everyone's body shook violently.

That feeling was like someone walking in a swamp with a ten-thousand-jin weight on their back, suddenly unloading the burden and stepping onto a flat road.

Light! Free! Clear!

"This... this feeling..."

The Great Qin Ancestor, Qin Xiaotian, stretched out his hand tremblingly, feeling the flowing spiritual energy around him.

Although the concentration of spiritual energy here was not much higher than the outside, he could clearly feel that the invisible shackle that had always suppressed his dantian, making him unable to advance no matter how he cultivated, had disappeared!

"It's gone! It's really gone!"

Qin Xiaotian wept with tears of joy and roared to the sky. "That damned rule suppression... it's really gone!!!"

Not just him, all the ancestor-level figures present lost their composure at this moment.

Some knelt on the ground and cried, some laughed wildly, and some stood dumbfounded.

Only they knew how long they had endured this despair. It was the despair of clearly seeing the path ahead but being blocked by an invisible wall.

"If one hears the Dao in the morning, one can die in the evening without regrets."

Master Chen closed his eyes, two lines of clear tears sliding down his cheeks, but the noble spirit on his body began to climb at a terrifying speed at this moment.

"Everyone!"

Ye Haocheng stood on the high platform, his voice like a great bell, waking everyone up from their emotions.

"Save the tears for after the victory!"

"Save the laughter for when we are stepping on the enemies' corpses!"

"Now, there is only one thing to do —"

"Cultivate! Break through! Take back everything that has been owed to you for these ten thousand years!!"

"Yes!!!"

Including Master Chen, everyone had red eyes and bowed heavily to Ye Haocheng, then each found a position and sat cross-legged.

"Jin Daoming!" Ye Haocheng shouted.

"Subordinate is here!"

"Take out all the supreme spiritual stones scavenged these past few days! Set up a 'Spirit Gathering Formation' here! I want the spiritual energy here to turn into liquid!"

"Understood!"

Jin Daoming gritted his teeth and opened dozens of storage rings directly.

Clatter —

Supreme spiritual stones poured down like a waterfall, instantly filling the entire dojo. These were the accumulations of the twelve dynasties over thousands of years, and now they had all become fuel for everyone.

With the activation of the Spirit Gathering Formation, massive amounts of spiritual energy were extracted, and the entire interior of the formation instantly became foggy, so thick one could not see their own fingers. That was not fog; that was spiritual liquid of extreme density!

"Asura Guards, listen to my orders!"

"Here!"

Three thousand Martial Saints in blood-colored armor roared in unison.

"Although you don't have bottlenecks, your strength is not enough." Ye Haocheng looked at this army that was completely loyal to him. "Take this opportunity, everyone must break through to the Martial Saint peak! In the upcoming battle, you are the main force for resisting the enemy by forming formations!"

"We swear to complete the mission!"

After arranging everything, Ye Haocheng also sat cross-legged in the very center of the formation, where the Chaos Qi was thickest.

Although he had just broken through to the Martial Saint realm, since he had this once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity, he naturally would not waste it.

"Chen Pufan." Ye Haocheng glanced at the old man right beside him.

At this moment, Chen Pufan had already entered a state of self-forgetfulness. As someone who had once touched the threshold of a Martial God, he was closer to that realm than anyone else.

Above his head, a huge Dharma form was slowly condensing; it was a giant holding a battle blade, standing tall between heaven and earth.

"It seems you will be the first one."

Ye Haocheng smiled slightly, then closed his eyes, and the Innate Chaos Art operated crazily.

Time passed minute by minute.

Outside, the Central Continent's fleet was quietly waiting for the arrival of noon, waiting for that "moment of judgment."

And within the Asura Hall's Heaven-Deceiving Formation, a world-shaking transformation was quietly taking place.

One hour passed.

The auras of the three thousand Asura Guards began to soar collectively; they, who were originally just entering the Martial Saint realm, were advancing toward the middle and later stages like riding a rocket.

Three hours passed.

Various strange phenomena began to appear on the bodies of the twenty-three ancestors.

Behind the Great Qin Ancestor, nine black dragons emerged, roaring at the sky; the ancestor of the Golden Winged Peng was burning with golden flames all over his body, as if he were to be reborn from the ashes; above the head of Master Chen of Qingping Academy, a huge golden bamboo slip appeared, with ancient characters jumping, each word as heavy as a thousand jun.

That was the embryonic form of the "Dao"!

They were reshaping their foundations, turning the accumulation of ten thousand years into the power to break through the barriers.

Six hours passed.

The spiritual energy within the entire formation had begun to form huge vortexes, crazily pouring into everyone's bodies.

Boom!

Suddenly, a thunder-like explosion sounded within Chen Pufan's body.

Immediately after, a terrifying aura that surpassed the Martial Saint realm and even transcended the Peak Martial Venerable erupted from him!

This aura was so strong that it caused the barrier of the Heaven-Deceiving Formation to tremble slightly.

"This is..."

Ye Haocheng opened his eyes violently and looked at Chen Pufan.

He saw Chen Pufan's aged body rapidly becoming younger; his originally withered white hair turned black and shiny in an instant, and his withered, wrinkled skin became plump and lustrous again.

Rejuvenation!

This was a sign of a leap in the level of life!

"Half-step... Martial God!"

A flash of joy crossed Ye Haocheng's eyes.

Although it was only a half-step, to reach this point without undergoing the heavenly tribulation was already the ultimate.

As long as Chen Pufan walked out of the formation and triggered the heavenly tribulation and passed it, he would be a true Martial God!

But this was just the beginning.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Following closely, the Great Qin Ancestor, the Golden-Winged Great Eagle Emperor, Master Chen... one after another, the ancestors erupted with auras that broke through their shackles.

That was a volcano that had been suppressed for ten thousand years, finally welcoming the moment of eruption!

"Hahahaha! What is a Peak Martial Venerable? Today, this old man wants to see the demeanor of the God Realm!"

Qin Xiaotian laughed madly, his aura rising again.

This night was a stable night for the Central Continent coalition.

But for everyone in the Asura Hall, this was a night that rewrote destiny.

When the first ray of morning sun pierced the darkness and shone on the mottled walls of the Asura Hall.

Inside the formation, the original twenty-three elderly Peak Martial Venerables had all disappeared.

Replacing them were twenty-three peerless experts who were full of vigor, in their prime state, and only one step away from stepping into the Martial God Realm!

As well as three thousand peak Martial Saint troops armed to the teeth, their auras connected into one!

Ye Haocheng stood up slowly, feeling the Chaos power in his body that was several times stronger than yesterday, and a cold arc curved at the corner of his mouth.

He looked up at the sky.

Although separated by the formation, he could feel that the external Four Extremes Sky-Locking Formation had been activated, and those four huge warships were slowly pressing down with an aura of destruction.

"The time has come."

Ye Haocheng said softly, his voice not loud, but it clearly entered the ears of everyone present.

"Everyone, follow me out of the formation."

"Let's give our guests..."

"A big surprise!"