Chapter 2424: True Immortal Descends Heaven and Earth Two Arrays

Time gradually passed. In the desert, apart from gusts of hot wind, nothing unusual could be seen.

"Why haven't they arrived yet?" a burly man covered in red fur, standing within the light formation, impatiently asked a chubby old man beside him via telepathic message. "Did that kid get cold feet and run away halfway? We didn't send anyone else to secretly monitor them, to prevent the fiend from discovering us."

"Brother Cheqi, rest assured," the chubby old man replied with a gentle smile, also via telepathic message. "Since we set this trap, we are naturally fully confident. Although we don't know why that fiend has been relentlessly pursuing these two for so long, previous investigations show that the fiend has no intention of giving up. As long as that mortal called Six-Wing is somewhat intelligent, leading the fiend here will be no problem at all."

"Hearing you say that, I'm relieved," the burly man said, nodding. "By the way, is that fiend truly so powerful? This time, besides us twelve Mahayana cultivators, a Heaven-Earth Polarity Formation was set up, and the Yellow Wind Map, the Blood Bone Sect's treasured artifact, was even deployed. If so, that fiend could be refined alive with just that treasure and the Heaven-Earth Formation, so why do we need to act?"

"This old man isn't entirely clear on that," the chubby old man mused, "but since the presiding fellow daoists are so solemn, there must be a reason. Leaving other things aside, simply considering that this fiend could kill three Mahayana fellow daoists simultaneously by himself and dared to brazenly blood-sacrifice hundreds of millions of living beings across the continent, he is indeed worthy of being treated this way by us."

"I'm also curious about this person's origin and where he came from," the burly man asked after a moment of contemplation. "Was he secretly cultivating in seclusion somewhere before, or is he a powerful trans-realm cultivator who descended from another plane?"

"There's no need to think too much about that," the chubby old man chuckled, stroking his somewhat plump chin. "Regardless of this person's origin, having committed such heinous acts that invoke divine wrath and public indignation, our major sects absolutely cannot allow him to remain alive in this world. Otherwise, where would our sects' prestige stand, and how would we establish ourselves in Blood Heaven?"

"That's true," the burly man said, blinking and then sighing. "However, I heard that Bi Ying of the Helian Merchant Alliance, Lady Lingyun of Ten Thousand Gu Mountain, and Grand Mister He of Falling Sky Valley were also invited to observe this demon-slaying war. If those three are willing to act, that fiend will absolutely have no chance of survival."

"Heh heh, given the status of those three, how could they possibly join forces against an enemy?" the chubby old man replied with a hint of a strange smile. "Besides, with us here, there's no opportunity for them to act."

The burly man nodded upon hearing this, a thoughtful expression appearing on his face.

At the same time, in a massive city an unknown distance from the desert, four other Mahayana ancestors, each with a distinct aura, stood together in the grand hall of a golden tower, gazing at a shimmering white light screen in the center.

Various scenes continuously shifted within the light screen, clearly displaying every corner of the desert.

Among the four Mahayana cultivators, a green-robed elder was none other than Bi Ying.

The other three were a middle-aged man in a scholar's robe, a middle-aged woman draped in a colorful, iridescent cloud-robe, and a dignified, hawk-eyed man in a blood-red long robe.

All four silently watched the scene in the light screen, their expressions unusually calm, showing no intention of conversing.

Half a day later, a tearing sound echoed at the edge of the desert. A flash of crystal light appeared, moving at an astonishing speed, almost like teleportation. After a single flicker, it plunged into the desert.

Almost immediately, a mass of seven-colored clouds flashed into existence on the horizon, and a cold male voice emanated from within:

"You've truly angered me this time. I'm also growing tired of this cat-and-mouse game. Let's end this game today."

No sooner had the words fallen, a roar erupted from within the seven-colored cloud mass. It transformed into a seven-colored arc of lightning and pursued closely.

With one fleeing and the other pursuing, in the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, they traversed nearly half of the desert, reaching its center.

The crystal light in front receded, revealing a snow-white eight-winged centipede and a beautiful woman in a silver palace gown amidst a cold radiance.

After rolling on the spot, the giant centipede transformed into a white-robed young man with golden and silver spiritual patterns imprinted on his face.

The young man's face was unusually pale. The moment he appeared, he immediately looked back.

A clap of thunder echoed in the void behind them, and a bolt of lightning appeared in response, shooting towards where the two had stopped.

Six-Wing's pupils contracted. He instinctively retreated as a cold light flashed behind him, and eight nearly transparent wings reappeared in a flicker. He was about to transform back into the giant centipede and continue his escape.

Just then, a sudden rumble echoed between heaven and earth. The earth trembled as an invisible suction force surged out from deep underground.

The seven-colored lightning trembled, unexpectedly fixed in mid-air by this force, revealing a sickly young man in a black robe.

It was none other than Ma Liang, the true immortal who had descended to the mortal realm.

In the desert below, countless dense, multicolored light beams burst forth from the sand, shooting straight up into the sky.

As the earth shook, a massive formation, stretching as far as the eye could see, slowly emerged from underground. With a hiss, countless Blood Dao disciples appeared within it, immediately forming a profound array, and began chanting incantations to activate their artifacts, drawing on the power of the grand formation.

The sky above suddenly lit up. After a layer of invisible restriction, like a thin veil, flickered and vanished, a colossal light formation covering the entire sky instantly appeared.

It slowly pressed downwards, and an astonishing fluctuation immediately filled the entire void.

The black-robed young man was positioned between these two colossal formations, appearing like an ant from a distance.

At this moment, figures flickered within the light formation in the sky. Twelve Mahayana Blood Dao cultivators surged out from it, and after a blur, they instantly appeared around the black-robed young man.

All stood at a distance, coldly scrutinizing him without pause.

The black-robed young man, fixed in mid-air, showed no panic at this astonishing sight. Instead, his expression was unusually grim as he swept his gaze around. A surge of radiant light rolled over his body, followed by a piercing tearing sound, and his body immediately returned to normal.

"You've got some nerve, daring to set a trap and ambush me, deploying so many people. It seems you intend for me to perish here," the black-robed young man said with a cold laugh, facing the two Heaven-Earth formations and so many Mahayana cultivators.

"Hmph, since you dared to blood-sacrifice hundreds of millions of living beings on this continent, you should have expected this day, shouldn't you?" a Mahayana cultivator shrouded in dense blood mist snorted.

"I did expect something of the sort," the black-robed young man said indifferently, glancing at Six-Wing and the other person, who had quietly retreated into the distance. "But I didn't expect you to conspire with those two. Well, I was already tired of this cat-and-mouse game. After I eliminate you, I'll personally deal with them."

"What arrogance!" another bare-footed, black-robed old man roared, rolling his eyes. "It seems he won't shed a tear until he sees his coffin. Why waste words with this fiend? Let's act!"

No sooner had he spoken, the old man flicked his sleeve. A clear hum sounded from his body, and instantly, over a dozen blood-red flying swords flew out from him.

Seeing this, the other Mahayana cultivators also formed hand seals, and various treasures surged forth.

At the same time, the two grand formations in the sky and on the ground hummed, as countless runes emerged and slowly began to rotate.

In the sky, streaks of light shimmered, and upon congealing, they formed a colossal light mirror that obscured the sun.

The surface of this mirror was a vast expanse of silver, but after a roar, countless silver threads shot down like a torrential rain.

In the formation on the ground, spheres of white light drifted out, instantly engulfing the countless figures within them. They suddenly congealed, transforming into an enormous "Seal" character.

The moment the "Seal" character formed, the black-robed young man felt the surrounding void stir as waves of law fluctuations surged inwards, centered on him.

Facing this situation, the black-robed young man curved his lips into a smile.

The next moment, an extremely terrifying aura burst forth from his body. Simultaneously, purple-gold chains suddenly appeared on his body, and with a sudden flash, they all emitted blindingly bright light.

The entire center of the desert darkened, and the primordial energy of heaven and earth surged wildly, funneling towards a single point.

At the edge of the desert, a masked man appeared in mid-air at some unknown point. It was none other than Xiao Ming, the Grand Elder of the Blood Bone Sect.

He had originally been standing in mid-air with his hands clasped behind his back, but when a world-destroying aura erupted from the far distance, his expression immediately changed.

"The Heaven-Earth Formation cannot even restrain this person," he muttered. "It seems we truly cannot proceed without using that treasure."

Xiao Ming sensed the explosive fluctuations from afar with his divine sense, muttering a few words with some solemnity.

The moment his words fell, he opened his mouth and spat out a misty yellow scroll.

The scroll spun leisurely in front of him, then slowly unrolled vertically, revealing a topographic map of a desert.

The shape of the desert on the map was precisely identical to the desert before them.

Xiao Ming silently pointed a finger at the map before him. Instantly, the object before him trembled. The desert depicted in the seemingly inanimate painting immediately began to writhe as if coming to life.

In response to this, the sand particles on the surface of the entire desert, under the influence of a strange power, began to roll wildly in a certain pattern.

"Wind Rise!"

Xiao Ming's hand seal changed, and he pointed at the painting again, letting out a low shout.

Immediately, at the edge of the desert in the painting, after a moment of distortion and blurring, wisps of faint yellow mist appeared and slowly began to drift upwards.

At the same time, fluctuations appeared in front of Xiao Ming. Masses of misty yellow fog emerged out of thin air, and instantly transformed into soaring hurricanes, growing in number and lining up side by side.

A wall of misty yellow wind, whose top could not be seen, immediately materialized.

And the same scene simultaneously appeared around the entire edge of the desert.

"Go!"

Xiao Ming flicked his sleeve, and without hesitation, activated a spell.

Instantly, all the wind walls roared loudly, sweeping in from all directions towards the center of the desert, raising clouds of sand mist, and growing stronger as they swept.