Those years when I hunted demons in Dali Temple

Wuxiang's reluctance to harm anyone personally indicates that he has something to fear. Furthermore, as a visitor from another world, the only one capable of connecting the two realms is Heaven itself. Therefore, what Wuxiang fears is: the Heavenly Dao.

Wu Xiang's eagerness to return to the cultivation world may not be solely due to the inability to find a suitable vessel, nor is it because he is nostalgic for his past glory. Rather, it is because he has his own reasons for needing to return to the cultivation world.

If the body is not one's own, then the soul must be the problem?
Like a mortise and tenon joint, if they don't fit together properly, forcing them to fit together will always result in damage to one side. If the body's owner is dead, only the soul will be damaged.

Wang Xuanzhi tried his best to regulate his breathing, so as not to let the rich spiritual energy in the air disturb his mind.

He asked Wuxiang, "Wuxiang, are you going back to the cultivation world to repair your collapsing soul?"

Formless: !!!
Wu Xiang was shocked.

Wu Xiang roared, "If that brat from the Wang family spouts any more nonsense, I may break my vows and kill you!"

Seeing his reaction, Wang Xuanzhi laughed instead, "I believe you won't dare to make a move. If you don't believe me, look up!"

Without any words of sympathy, through layers of white mist, one could see the azure sky above the Eastern Palace.

Wuxiang again: !!!
Wang Xuanzhi: "Sir, if I were to die as a result of your persecution, would your wish to return home be delayed again? At that time, would your soul still be able to hold on, so that you could find another opportune moment when the time is right?"

Wu Xiang: "."

Wu Xiang was furious: "Are you threatening me?"

Wang Xuanzhi: "If that's what you say, then so be it."

Wu Xiang laughed in fury: "You don't want the lives of everyone in the imperial city, or even the lives of all the people of the Great Zhou?"

Wang Xuanzhi: "If I, Wang, could bring peace to the world, I would be willing. But if I were to die, and the world were to die in return, what would I have to fear? I am only worried that you, sir, are not so willing to sleep with us."

It's almost as if he's openly admitting that he's greedy for life and afraid of death.

Wu Xiang looked at Wang Xuanzhi, wishing he could push him into the eye of that formation with his own hands. After years of planning, this was the moment he was about to reach.

But this damned Heavenly Law!

"Boom!" A thunderclap sounded from the ground.

Wu Xiang's mind was racing, yet he dared not entertain a single thought about the Dao of Heaven.

Still unable to let go of his resentment, he looked up at the sky with a melancholy expression.

Seeing this, Wang Xuanzhi felt even more confident.

Wang Xuanzhi said, "If I'm not mistaken, the nine corners of the array are merely to mislead them. What you want is to fully activate this array's core. Beneath the core lies the passage home, and I, Wang, am the key. Am I right?"

Wu Xiang snorted coldly, "So what if you guessed correctly? Today you must open the passage for me."

Wang Xuanzhi: "Sir, you fear the Way of Heaven and dare not easily harm people, yet you are eager to go home. Is this the reason why you let me choose for myself?"

Wu Xiang knew he had misspoke today, which allowed Wang Xuanzhi to deduce so many things and then turn around and threaten him.

He never expected that Wang Xuanzhi, the former Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, would be so quick-witted.

Wu Xiang did not want to reveal any more information; he simply presented the tragic situation of Dao Yi and the others to Wang Xuanzhi once again.

Dao Yi was entangled by the red fox's tail, while the red fox was bound by green vines covered in black boar thorns; neither could move for a moment. Meanwhile, Pei Jie, Lin Erbai, and Chen Yizhi, having learned some magic due to Pei Jie's search for his sister, combined their strength to force the black-robed Venerable into a state of near-human ferocity. His half-animal form resembled a wolf, its ferocious and savage nature fully unleashed after he revealed his true form.

Wherever the three were touched by the black-clad Venerable, they were either bitten or torn, and the wounds were extremely large.

On Ling Xuzi's side, he had already escaped from the formation and trapped the purple-robed Venerable inside. He could have set up a killing formation there, but for some reason, Ling Xuzi was just standing outside the formation, lost in thought.
The Orange-Clad Venerable himself was not highly skilled, and usually summoned 'gods'. However, Jiang Qi and Wu Si, two mortals, along with a divine beast, forced him to use the summoning technique once again, and the true god descended little by little.

Both Bao Yi and the Yellow-Robed Venerable had faces that were painted in various colors, and not a single trace of their original appearance could be found.

Wang Zhang and the Green-Robed Venerable looked like two rocky mountains, both of their faces devoid of the previous gentleness and composure.

The battlefield between Xiao Tong, Yang Tiangan, and the Green-Clad Venerable was so fierce that it was impossible to distinguish friend from foe. Their fleeting figures revealed that they were all wounded, and it was a matter of who could hold out until the end.

The formation of Jiu Niang, Xue Ershi, and the Blue-Clad Venerable looked rather strange. Xue Ershi stood behind the Blue-Clad Venerable with a snarling grin, seemingly ready to pounce and bite his neck at any moment, while Jiu Niang smiled radiantly, as if she were flirting with the Blue-Clad Venerable.

Finally, there were Chen Shuguang, Zhu Yan, Xu Liu, and the White-Robed Venerable. Both Chen Shuguang and Xu Liu were injured, while Zhu Yan was now carrying the burden alone. Xu Liu was distracting him, while Chen Shuguang was waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Wu was quite satisfied with the current state of the mirror image. "Do you think this kid's formation might be able to trap Old Nine?"

Wang Xuanzhi observed Wuxiang and recalled what he had just said: the Nine Stars Linked Formation would regenerate if the core of the formation was not broken. Facing the other mirror images that were about to be defeated, Wuxiang showed no worry. Could it be that no matter how many times the nine Venerables died in the formation, they would be 'resurrected' again?
Or is it that as long as one person remains invincible, the others will not be defeated either?

This explains why the master, who could have escaped, stayed at the edge of the formation and refused to come out.

These people can keep 'resurrecting,' but Dao Yi and his group are made of flesh and blood. In the long run, their side will eventually be defeated.

Just as Wang Xuanzhi was pondering how to save everyone from their predicament...

Something unexpected happened in the water mirror of Dao Yi and the Red Fox.

"Old man Wuxiang, it was you who was spying on me all along, wasn't it?" Dao Yi's words were broken by the choking. Seeing that no one responded, she still mustered all her strength and took out the yellow cloth bag from her waist with her two hands. "I have something that you will definitely be very interested in."

Wu Xiang scoffed dismissively. In his view, this was nothing more than an ant's desperate struggle for survival, a futile effort before death.

"I'm really not interested. I thought everything found in the Echoes of the Valley was something good," Dao Yi muttered to himself. His voice wasn't loud, but it was more captivating than the thunderclap from before.

Just now, when Wang Xuanzhi revealed Wuxiang's true nature, he was able to admit it calmly. But now, his face was deathly pale, and he looked almost like a dead man.

"Dao Yi!!!" Wu Xiang squeezed out the two words through gritted teeth.

Dao Yi, reflected in the water mirror, heard Wu Xiang's voice and became even more relaxed, as if she were not the one who had been bound.

Dao Yi rummaged around in the yellow cloth bag at his waist and finally pulled out a corpse.

He glanced at it, then tossed it back, saying in a thoroughly irritating tone, "Oops, wrong one. It's your fake Black Tortoise, real Whirlwind Turtle meat. I hadn't finished eating it yet."

Wu Xiang: "."

He told himself not to get angry.

Dao Yi, as if tickling an itch, slowly pulled out another corpse.

"Dao Yi, you're courting death!" Wu Xiang was truly enraged this time. (End of Chapter)