82: Chapter 82 Nine Dragons Locking Heaven Formation

Taichu Holy Land.

The day of the Sect Assembly.

The welcoming bell rang nine times. Nine is the ultimate number, and this time, Taichu Holy Land had pulled out all the stops.

Over a hundred white jade tables were set up on the main Peak square. Famous Sects and aristocratic families from the Central Province were all present. Even the Wuji Holy Land and Wan Jian Holy Land, which usually kept to themselves, had sent powerful Elders to lead their delegations.

Holy Lord Taichu, Qi Tiandao, sat in the main seat, sipping spiritual tea with a calm expression. The mountain gate that Luo Qingxue had smashed a few days ago had already been repaired, and even the floor tiles had been replaced with Ink Star Stone, which could withstand a full-strength strike from a Cultivator at the Soul Transformation Stage.

The Second Elder, Qi Yuan, stood behind him and lowered his voice: "Holy Lord, the people from the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion have not arrived yet."

Qi Tiandao put down his teacup and tapped his fingers on the table.

"They aren't coming? That's just as well. This game today was meant to be their grave from the start."

In the Forbidden Ground at the back of Taichu Holy Land, that faint, terrifying aura was Qi Tiandao's greatest assurance. An Ancient Ancestor, a Saint King who had been sleeping for six thousand years, had awakened. Never mind one Heavenly Secrets Pavilion; even if the Great Xia Dynasty were tied together, they would still have to kneel before the mountain gate of Taichu Holy Land today.

Just as he was speaking, a dull roar came from the horizon.

A massive purple-gold flying boat broke through the clouds. It didn't even decelerate, crashing directly through the anti-flight Formation of Taichu Holy Land.

The light of the shattering Formation exploded in mid-air like fireworks.

The Cultivators in the square all stood up.

This wasn't coming to attend an assembly; this was coming to wreck the place.

The flying boat hovered directly above the square, blocking out most of the sunlight. A huge shadow was cast down, perfectly covering the area where Qi Tiandao was sitting.

Gu Sheng shook his folding fan and walked slowly down from the deck of the flying boat.

Behind him followed Luo Qingxue, Su Qianxue, and the old servant Xuan Kong, who was dressed in grey.

"Holy Lord Qi, the anti-flight Formation must have fallen into disrepair, right? The flying boat was a bit too fast and I couldn't brake in time, don't take offense." Gu Sheng closed his fan and tapped his palm.

Qi Tiandao's face turned livid.

"Pavilion Master Gu, what a grand display of power. The rules of Taichu Holy Land have become mere decorations in your eyes."

Gu Sheng pulled over an empty grandmaster chair and sat down boldly.

"The Heavenly Secrets Pavilion only cares about rules when doing business, not about anyone's face. Holy Lord Qi, you sent an invitation for me to watch the show; have you set up the stage yet?"

Qi Yuan couldn't hold back any longer, pointing at Gu Sheng and cursing: "Gu, don't be too arrogant! This is Taichu Holy Land, not your Heavenly Saint City!"

Before the words left his mouth, Xuan Kong raised his hand and slapped him.

Across a distance of several dozen zhang, Qi Yuan was sent flying, smashing through three white jade pillars and vomiting blood.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

The cultivation of a Creation Realm Peak was unleashed without reservation. The Elders of the various Sects present found it difficult even to breathe.

"When the master is speaking, there is no place for a dog to interrupt." Xuan Kong withdrew his hand, lowered his eyelids, and stood back behind Gu Sheng as if nothing had happened.

Qi Tiandao stood up abruptly, his teacup shattering into pieces on the ground.

"Gu Sheng! You go too far!"

"And if I do?" Gu Sheng leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs. "The karma monument at the Great Leiyin Temple in the Western Wasteland cracked. How much benefit did your Taichu Holy Land reap from that? Do you really think the intelligence network of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion is just for show?"

Once these words were spoken, the surrounding Cultivators whispered to one another.

The incident in the Western Wasteland had caused a huge stir, and everyone knew someone was pulling the strings behind the scenes; nobody expected Taichu Holy Land to be involved.

Qi Tiandao sneered.

"Since Pavilion Master Gu has laid it out, let's settle the old and new accounts together today. Your Heavenly Secrets Pavilion spreads rumors, disrupts the order of the Central Province, and supports a Puppet Empress of Great Xia. Every single one of these is a death sentence!"

He spread his arms, and his voice spread throughout the entire Taichu Holy Land.

"Today's Sect Assembly is to act on behalf of Heaven and exterminate the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion!"

Gu Sheng clapped his hands.

"Good lines. However, with your cultivation at the Peak of the Transcendent Realm, you must still be dreaming if you think you can exterminate the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion."

Qi Tiandao laughed instead of getting angry. He stepped back half a step and bowed deeply towards the direction of the Forbidden Ground in the back mountain.

"I invite the Ancient Ancestor to emerge!"

The entire Taichu Holy Land shook violently.

A pillar of blood-colored light shot up from the back mountain, piercing the sky. A terrifying, ancient, and decaying aura swept across the venue like a tsunami.

Saint King.

More than ninety percent of the Cultivators present were pressed to the ground by this pressure. Even those few Old Ancestors at the Creation Realm could only struggle to support themselves, their legs trembling.

The sky darkened.

A rusty bronze chariot drove out from the blood-colored pillar of light. Pulling the chariot were two white-boned Dragons.

On the chariot sat an old man, so withered that he was nothing but skin and bone. He kept his eyes closed, wearing tattered Daoist robes, with dense Death Qi swirling around him.

Taichu Ancient Ancestor, Qi Wudao.

"How many years has it been? To think such an arrogant junior has appeared in the Central Province." The Ancient Ancestor's voice was hoarse and dry, like two rough stones grinding against each other.

He opened his eyes. Two substantial gazes fell on Gu Sheng.

Xuan Kong stepped forward, blocking in front of Gu Sheng. The Protective Aura of a Creation Realm Peak dissipated the moment it touched those two gazes. Xuan Kong groaned and took half a step back.

The gap in the Realm could not be overcome.

Su Qianxue gripped the shennong seal of Baicao Valley tightly. Luo Qingxue had already placed the nine nether soul-suppressing zither across her knees, and her Lunar Origin began to burn.

Gu Sheng pressed down on Luo Qingxue's hand.

"What's the rush?"

He stood up, faced the pressure of the Saint King, and brushed the dust off his hem.

The System panel flickered in his mind.

[Detected Saint King pressure. Host's current destiny points: 1.15 million. Do you wish to open the Supreme card pool?]

"No." Gu Sheng replied in his heart.

Drawing cards was risky; if he drew a support card, he would really be finished today.

He had something more reliable. Gu Sheng flipped his wrist, and a palm-sized Formation Plate appeared in his palm.

Nine Dragon Heaven-Locking Formation Plate. Saint-Grade.

"Old bones, you've slept for six thousand years, has your brain rotted?" Gu Sheng tossed the Formation Plate into the air.

The Formation Plate expanded in the wind, turning into the size of a millstone. Nine golden Dragon shadows roared out from the Formation Plate, shooting straight into the clouds.

The golden Dragons circled above the Taichu Holy Land, connecting head to tail, forming a huge golden light shield that tightly locked the entire Taichu Holy Land inside.

The Saint King pressure that had been pressing down on everyone's heads was abruptly cut off by this layer of golden light.

The Cultivators lying on the ground gasped for air, looking in terror at the nine golden Dragons above their heads.

"A Saint-Grade Formation!" The Grand Elder of Wan Jian Holy Land exclaimed.

A hint of surprise appeared in the murky eyes of the Ancient Ancestor Qi Wudao.

"A bit of skill. No wonder you dared to come and wreak havoc at the Taichu Holy Land. However, a mere dead Formation, how long can it block this old man?"

Qi Wudao raised his withered palm and pressed it in the air.

A blood-colored handprint that blocked out the sky appeared out of thin air and slammed heavily onto the light shield of the Nine Dragon Heaven-Locking Formation.

The entire Taichu Holy Land trembled.

The golden light flickered violently, and the nine golden Dragons let out deafening roars, forcibly withstanding the blow.

Gu Sheng shook his folding fan, smiling innocently.

"How long can it block you? I spent a lot of money on this Formation Plate; it wasn't meant to block you."

He snapped his fingers.

The operation trajectory of the Formation Plate changed. The light shield, which was originally defending outward, contracted inward. The phantoms of the nine golden Dragons broke away from the light shield and lunged directly at Qi Wudao on the bronze chariot.

"Lock." Gu Sheng spat out a single word.

The nine golden Dragons turned into nine thick golden chains, piercing through the Void Realm and directly binding Qi Wudao's limbs and neck.

Qi Wudao was furious.

The Saint King's spiritual power erupted wildly, attempting to break free from the chains. But the golden chains were not only indestructible, they were also crazily draining the spiritual power from his body.

"Your Formation... it is absorbing my Origin!" Qi Wudao's voice changed pitch.

"That's right." Gu Sheng pulled the chair over and sat down again, "This is called resource recycling. Although your old bones are useless, the Origin of a Saint King is a great supplement. The Dragon pulse of my Empress of Great Xia is just lacking this bit of fertilizer."

Qi Tiandao panicked.