Published: February 24, 2025
Luofan and Song Song, along with fifteen others, looked at the towering golden dragon spirit lion standing at a height of a hundred zhang, trembling all over and afraid to act rashly.
“Brother Luo, Brother Song, I apologize for startling everyone,” a familiar voice suddenly echoed through the void.
Everyone looked up and saw Tan Yun standing with his arms crossed.
"Brother Tan, it's you!" Luo Fan and Song Hong exclaimed in delight.
"That's great, it's Senior Brother Tan who has returned!"
"Our Senior Brother Tan is back!"
The other danmai disciples were ecstatic, waving their arms in excitement.
Then, Tan Yun leaped down from the lion's head, appearing in front of everyone.
"This..." Everyone gasped, unable to believe their eyes as the golden dragon spirit lion shrank in size, turning into something as small as a fist, resembling a golden cat. It crawled into Tan Yun's chest, only its lion head peeking out, baring its teeth at the crowd.
"Brother Tan... what is it?" Luo Fan asked, cold sweat dripping down his forehead as he gazed at the golden dragon spirit lion, his words stumbling.
The others were equally dumbfounded.
Tan Yun cupped his fists towards everyone and said, "Don't be afraid, it is my spirit pet."
"Spirit pet!" The crowd widened their eyes in surprise.
"Senior Brother Tan, it can kill ten enemies at the great perfection of the fetal soul realm just by its aura. Is it a third-level demon beast?" Song Hong swallowed hard.
Tan Yun smiled slightly, "Yes, it is a spirit beast at the third-level growth stage."
Hearing this, everyone gasped. They understood well what a third-level growth stage meant!
That was equivalent to the strength of disciples at the sixth layer of the refining soul realm!
Tan Yun's smile faded, and his brows furrowed, "Now that six days have passed since the trials began, are only the fifteen of you here?"
"Yes." Luo Fan's expression became serious, "Brother Tan, the identity tokens are with you. Can you check if any of our danmai disciples have encountered any misfortune?"
Tan Yun sighed, "Yang Fei, Zhang Qingqing, Zhao Xiang, Ma Yang, and Huang Xing have permanently left us."
Upon hearing this, the others' faces turned sad, realizing that five had died in just six days.
Tan Yun sighed deeply, "The deceased are gone. We who are alive must make the Eternal Immortal Sect and the Divine Soul Celestial Palace pay for their blood debts!"
"Brother Tan is right." Luo Fan suddenly said unwillingly, "But Brother Tan, aside from you, all of our danmai disciples are too weak."
The others lowered their heads.
"You all need not lose heart." Tan Yun sneered, "Even without my spirit beast, we can still defeat the enemy."
Amidst the confusion of the crowd, Tan Yun pondered, "Who among you has gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, or thunder fetal souls?"
Among the fifteen, three possessed wind fetal souls, two had thunder fetal souls, three had fire fetal souls, and one had a wood fetal soul.
"Now we are missing the gold, water, and earth attributes." Tan Yun murmured before looking at everyone, "Everyone, cultivate peacefully here and wait for the other disciples to arrive. At that time, I will teach you a combined attack formation!"
Upon hearing this, everyone felt a surge of excitement.
Tan Yun's Qiankun Ring glimmered as he took out the Illusionary Formation of All Things Returning to the Source.
This formation was made up of forty-nine formation bases, each about a foot thick and roughly ten feet tall, completely black with intricate formation patterns carved into their surface.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh..."
"Boom, boom, boom, boom..."
With a wave of his right arm, forty-nine streams of pale golden spiritual power surged from his body, wrapping around each formation base like golden pythons, ascending into the air and spreading out in mysterious trajectories, embedding themselves ten feet deep into the edges of the clearing and into the depths of the forest.
"Activate!"
With a snap of his fingers, a surge of spiritual power shot out, splitting into forty-nine beams that struck each formation base. The moment they hit, the bases erupted with forty-nine beams of soft light.