582: Yuanshi made his move, using the strength to bully the weak.

"You do not recognize the Heavenly Dao, you are stubborn and unyielding, and you do not know your place. I shall teach you a lesson on behalf of my Junior Brother Tongtian!" Primordial Heavenly Venerate shook his head lightly and let out a cold snort.

Following this cold snort, an invisible, intangible, yet overwhelmingly irresistible pressure of the Dao descended suddenly, as if the heavens were collapsing and the earth overturning, crashing down upon the three sisters: Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, and Bixiao.

The surging magic power within their bodies instantly solidified, as if they were frozen rivers.

The protective immortal light around their bodies shattered inch by inch, like glass falling to the ground.

The three sisters let out a muffled groan in unison, their delicate bodies trembling violently. They could not even maintain their levitation and fell involuntarily from the clouds!

It was not that they did not want to resist, but that they were simply unable to.

That was an absolute crushing of life levels and Dao authority, just like a Mortal facing the might of the heavens; there was no other way but to tremble and endure.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Three dull thuds of them hitting the ground rang out.

The hard rocky ground was smashed into three shallow pits.

As the dust cleared, the disheveled figures of the three ladies were revealed.

Their hair was disarrayed, their hairpins were hanging askew, and their beautiful immortal robes were stained with dust. Furthermore, because their magic power was completely sealed and their immortal bodies were injured, their faces were pale, and a trace of pale golden blood spilled from the corners of their mouths.

Struggling to stand up, they found their limbs as heavy as if filled with lead, and even lifting a finger was exceptionally difficult.

They could only barely support themselves with their hands on the ground, looking up and glaring at that figure high above, who was like an Incarnation of the Heavenly Dao.

The rage of a Saint actually reaches such a level!

"If I do not trap you with a Formation and Divine Ability, you will not know the immensity of heaven and earth, and you will harbor delusions of luck."

Primordial Heavenly Venerate looked down from above.

"Very well."

He waved the three treasures jade ruyi scepter in his hand lightly, tracing a mysterious and unfathomable trajectory.

"I shall let you set up the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation."

The moment the words fell, the invisible pressure imprisoning the three sisters suddenly eased.

Their magic power fully recovered, but the shackles that made them unable to move disappeared.

Yunxiao was the first to react.

"Set up the Formation!" She shouted sharply, stood up, and formed hand seals with both hands.

Hearing this, Qiongxiao and Bixiao also stood up together and quickly gathered with their eldest sister.

The three sisters stood in the position of the Three Talents, their minds connected, and simultaneously activated their innate Formation true formula.

With the Hunyuan Golden Bucket, the Formation map, and the Golden Dragon Scissors as the core, the radiance spread in all directions.

"Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation—Rise!"

With the three sisters as the center, a chaotic, vast, and ancient earthy-yellow mist suddenly spread out!

Within the mist, one could vaguely see surging muddy waves, hiding endless danger, as if the phantom of a turbid long river from the primordial era, which had buried countless gods and demons, had descended into the world.

This mist spread rapidly, covering the world for hundreds of miles in the blink of an eye.

Once the Formation was formed, the inside and outside were isolated, creating a dangerous land of its own.

Inside the Formation, the Hunyuan Qi was inverted, the Five Elements were in disarray, and Yin and Yang were reversed.

If ordinary immortals and gods entered, in an instant, their three flowers atop their heads would be cut, their five Qi within their chests would be closed, and they would be reduced to Mortal flesh, waiting to be slaughtered.

The yellowish mist rolled, emitting an ominous aura that made one's heart tremble.

"The Formation is set!" Yunxiao's voice came from within the Formation: "Primordial! Do you dare to enter the Formation?"

However, above the clouds, inside a side hall of the Hall of Miraculous Mist.

Lu Jiuyuan looked at the scene in the Water-Moon Mirror Light and shook his head slightly, whispering: "A mantis trying to stop a chariot."

Marquis of the West also put down his wine cup and sighed: "A Saint is, after all... the means of a Saint."

In the mirror light, facing the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation with its monstrous ferocity that seemed capable of devouring everything, there was still no ripple on Primordial Heavenly Venerate's face.

He did not even make any defensive or alert posture, but simply stepped forward calmly.

This step seemed ordinary.

But the moment his foot landed,

"Hum—!"

The entire Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, that rolling chaotic yellow mist, those vaguely appearing monstrous muddy waves, those disordered Laws of Yin and Yang and Five Elements...

Like a reflection on the water surface into which a stone has been thrown, it twisted and shook violently!

It was as if a small puddle had been shattered by a single stomp!

Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, and Bixiao inside the Formation let out muffled groans simultaneously.

"Pop..."

That Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, which covered hundreds of miles with its fierce might, along with the rolling yellow mist and the vaguely appearing phantom of the long river within it, completely vanished like smoke, as if it had never appeared.

In the original place, only the three ladies remained, their faces as pale as paper, their aura withered to the extreme, barely standing by supporting each other.

Before a Saint, the great Formation they relied upon was actually so vulnerable.

Primordial Heavenly Venerate stopped his steps, stood not far in front of the three ladies, and swept his gaze over them indifferently.

"Stubborn and unyielding, you deserve to be on the list."

He raised the three treasures jade ruyi scepter in his hand again and tapped it lightly against the three of them.

Under that seemingly light strike of the jade ruyi scepter, the figures of the three ladies were extinguished silently, like a candle in the wind.

Their immortal bodies turned into specks of crystalline light dust and drifted away with the wind.

Three true spirits appeared blankly in the original place, circled slightly, and then drifted leisurely toward the direction of the Investiture of the Gods Platform.

The battlefield was completely dead silent.

Only Primordial Heavenly Venerate stood alone in the Void Realm, his Dao robe fluttering slightly, as if he had only done an insignificant trifle.

He looked up, his gaze seeming to pierce through layers of space, looking toward a certain direction; that was Jinao Island, where Biyou Palace was located.

Afterward, his figure slowly faded and disappeared.

Ziwei Enclosure, side hall of the Imperial Palace.

Lu Jiuyuan waved his hand to disperse the Water-Moon Mirror Light, picked up a new ginseng fruit, and took a bite; the juice was sweet.

"The show is over," he said calmly.

Marquis of the West was also silent for a moment, raised his cup to drink the remaining wine, and let out a long sigh.

"A Saint is Emotionless, the Heavenly Dao is impartial; if there is selfishness, it is a scourge to the world! If the Saint does not die, the great thieves will not cease!"

Jinao Island, Biyou Palace.

The vast expanse of blue waves solidified like a mirror, and the rosy clouds of Zizhi Cliff, which usually surged with the Saint's preaching, were now dim and unclear.

The palace gates swung open with a boom.

A streak of qingping sword Sword Qi shot up into the sky without warning, splitting the clouds over ten thousand miles above the East Sea!

That Sword Qi was not vast, but it was condensed to the extreme, carrying a sense of determination and anger to sever Karma and split Chaos, pointing directly toward the direction of Kunlun!

However, halfway through, the Sword Qi seemed to hit an invisible barrier, exploding in the Nine Heavens, turning into a sky full of green light rain, falling rustlingly back into the East Sea, stirring up monstrous waves.

Inside Biyou Palace, the Master of Heaven stood on the vermilion steps, his green robes rustling, Sword Qi lingering around his body, cutting through the Void Realm, making a faint but teeth-grinding hiss.

His face was as calm as water, but in his eyes, there was no longer the free and easy spirit, but a surging, thunder-like rage.