Published: February 24, 2025
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…”
As Tan Yun's voice fell, he was the first to act. With a flick of his fingers, the Qiankun Ring flickered repeatedly, and the Supreme-Grade Spirit Artifact Flying Swords of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, thunder, time and space, light, and death transformed into a straight line, shooting up into the void.
"Go!"
"Deploy!"
With a solemn expression, Tan Yun activated the eleven attribute Flying Swords in the void, which spread out in a circular formation with their tips pointing downwards. As the diameter reached three hundred zhang, the eleven Flying Swords simultaneously shot down at high speed, surrounding Song Qinglie on the Spirit Vessel, along with the forty-two disciples surrounding Tan Yun!
Seeing this scene, Song Qinglie, standing with his hands behind his back on the Spirit Vessel, looked down at Tan Yun with disdain. "Everyone, take a good look! A disposable disciple at the seventh layer of the fetal soul realm can actually deploy a sword formation."
The crowd also scoffed at him, mocking:
"Oh my, I'm so scared!"
"Hahahaha... disposable disciple, go ahead! We’re eager to see what kind of sword formation you’ve set up!"
Song Qinglie and his forty-three companions didn’t take Tan Yun seriously at all!
A disposable disciple can set up a formation? What a joke!
If he could set up a formation, would he still be wasting his time on alchemical refinement?
Well, even if he could set one up, in the eyes of everyone, it would definitely be a petty formation, not even as strong as what a formation apprentice could deploy!
"Go ahead, laugh all you want! I hope you can still laugh later!"
Tan Yun sneered, his lips silently moving. From the shape of his mouth, he mouthed the six words: "heart of primordial chaos god-slaying sword formation"!
Suddenly, the seven primeval fetal souls sitting cross-legged in Tan Yun's spirit pool opened their eyes, and two beams of primordial light burst forth from each of their eyes!
The fourteen beams of primordial light converged together and shot out from Tan Yun's brow, piercing through the rain curtain and transforming into eleven streams of primordial light that instantly shot into the eleven Flying Swords surrounding everyone!
In an instant, the eleven Flying Swords began to rotate like lightning, emitting bursts of primordial light that rapidly extended in all directions, forming a primordial sphere with a diameter of three hundred zhang, resembling a miniature primordial chaos universe, trapping everyone inside!
"What formation is this? I've never seen it before!" Song Qinglie on the Spirit Vessel retracted his smile and warned sharply, "Everyone, be careful!"
"Buzz!"
"Buzz!"
"Buzz…"
As the formation resembling a primordial universe trembled violently, a surge of urging earth power erupted from the gold attribute Flying Sword, like a golden dragon swiftly swimming within the formation!
Immediately after, beams of wood power, water power, fire power, earth power, wind power, and thunder power all surged magnificently into the sword formation, intertwining with the gold power!
"Buzz!"
The time and space attribute Flying Swords trembled violently, and in an instant, the forces of time and space converged invisibly, distorting the time and space within the sword formation.
In that moment, the death attribute Flying Sword trembled, and a wave of deathly aura filled the entire massive sword formation!
"Boom!"
The space trembled, and from within the light attribute Flying Sword, a brilliant milky light burst forth. The moment it merged with the other ten attribute powers within the sword formation, the heart of primordial chaos god-slaying sword formation plunged into a state of chaos!
The forty-three people within the formation were horrified, and each of their figures vanished from one another's sight!
"Where are you all?" Song Qinglie on the Spirit Vessel shouted in a hoarse voice, a sense of ominous foreboding filling his heart!
Yet, his voice seemed to be trapped, echoing only in his mouth, unable to escape!