Fantasy: I'm in a discarded alchemy room, but I can turn trash into treasure!

The moment Cang Wuji's command flag struck down, all nine Xuan Tie warships emitted a muffled hum.

The array patterns on the bottom of the ship's hull resembled lit fuses, with dark golden light spreading from the keel to the entire hull.

Nine beams of light shot into the sky and collided a hundred feet above Cang Jiuyou's head.

The moment the beams of light converged, the void shattered.

A massive Azure Dragon Seal emerged from the light, dozens of feet in diameter, its face down, covering the entire Cloud Rain Mountain.

The dragon pattern rolled and swirled on the seal surface, and a nauseating sense of oppression pressed down from the sky.

Cang Jiuyou floated up and sat cross-legged on the illusory image of the Azure Dragon Seal.

He closed his eyes and made a hand seal, his withered body appearing and disappearing in the dark golden light.

The spiritual energy of hundreds of black-armored disciples on the nine warships continuously flowed into the formation, making the Azure Dragon Seal increasingly solid, transforming from a phantom into something almost tangible.

"Lock."

Cang Jiuyou uttered a single word.

The Azure Dragon Seal suddenly pressed down, gripping the entire Cloud Rain Mountain.

The azure light shield of the Enchanting Immortal Array collided with the Azure Dragon Seal, and dazzling sparks burst forth from the seam.

Immediately afterwards, a layer of eerie blue flames lit up the inner wall of the Azure Dragon Seal.

Unlike ordinary spiritual fire, the fire made no crackling sounds; it simply spread silently, burning downwards along the inner wall of the Azure Dragon Seal.

Wherever it passed, the void twisted and deformed, and the air itself was burned.

Locking Heaven Mystic Fire.

When the flames touched the light shield of the Enchanting Array, the array patterns on the surface of the shield immediately darkened.

Like a sheet of paper being licked by flames, the runes went out, and the blue light membrane visibly thinned.

On the summit plaza of Yunyu Mountain, Bai Chenshuang's face was frighteningly pale.

She could feel the array core beneath her feet trembling violently, and her spiritual energy was being consumed at an unprecedented rate.

The Enchanted Array is like a bucket with a hole; no matter how much you try to fill it, it will never be full.

"Reflecting Snow! Spirit Stone!"

Gu Yingxue grabbed handfuls of high-grade spirit stones from her storage ring and smashed them into the array's core. The spirit stones shattered into dust upon landing, their spiritual power greedily devoured by the array.

However, the cracks in the photomask are still widening.

The dark blue flames seeped into the interior of the great formation through the cracks, and the first wisp of flame landed in the outer dormitory area halfway up the mountain.

The screams rang out almost simultaneously.

Three outer disciples, unable to dodge in time, had their sleeves stained with the Xuanhuo fire, and in the blink of an eye, they were transformed into charred human figures, without even having a chance to struggle.

The coke shattered and fell to the ground, raising a cloud of ash.

"No!"

More disciples began frantically running towards the mountaintop.

The servants on the mountainside huddled together, crying and screaming. Some were trampled to the ground, while others lay on the ground trembling.

Bai Chenshuang bit her tongue, her mouth filled with the taste of rust.

She desperately released sound transmission talismans, shooting them one after another towards the outside of the great formation.

The communication talisman flew three zhang (approximately 10 meters) before turning to ashes upon touching the inner wall of the Azure Dragon Seal, preventing the message from being sent out at all.

"They're isolated."

Bai Chenshuang's voice trembled, "All sound transmissions have been cut off."

Gu Yingxue placed her hands on the array's core, sweat dripping from her forehead and evaporating on the stone slab.

She stared at the enormous Azure Dragon Seal above her head, her voice hoarse: "This formation... it's refining the mountain. It's using the entire Cloud Rain Mountain as raw material."

Hundreds of disciples in the square looked up, watching the dark blue sea of ​​fire spread downwards inch by inch from the sky.

Some people started to cry.

Someone knelt down.

The cracks on the light shield spread like a spider web, and with each broken rune, a wisp of mystic fire fell into the mountain.

Su Qingyi drew her longsword and unleashed a sword aura into the sky, channeling the power of her golden core.

When the sword energy touched the inner wall of the Azure Dragon Seal, it was like a pebble thrown into the ocean, not even causing a splash.

"The formation won't last much longer."

Gu Yingxue suddenly looked up at Bai Chenshuang, "Half an hour, at most half an hour."

……

Yunxia Town.

Qin Mo stood on the street outside Zuihua Tower, looking up at the increasingly dense dark blue flames in the direction of Yunyu Mountain in the distance.

The heatwave could be felt even from a hundred miles away.

He had just tried to break through the weak point of the array pattern, but was knocked back three steps by the aftershocks of the warship array.

That wasn't the light shield of the Bewitching Immortal Array, but the force field of the Azure Dragon Seal itself.

Even the weakest point was held together by the power of a peak Nascent Soul cultivator, which his Iron Bone Realm body couldn't break through.

"Can't get in."

Qin Mo gripped the ancient broken sword tightly, his knuckles clenched.

Shen Ruoyan stood two steps behind him, her face drained of color.

She could see thick smoke rising from the distant mountain peaks and scattered specks of light falling through the cracks in the light shield.

That's a person.

She was her fellow disciple from Yunyu Palace, whom she had spent more than ten years with.

Her knees buckled and Shen Ruoyan knelt down.

"Owner."

Her forehead pressed against the bluestone slab, her voice trembling violently, "Please...save Yunyu Palace."

Qin Mo didn't move.

He stared at the enormous Azure Dragon Seal in the distant sky, his mind racing.

"Hundreds of lives were lost in that formation..." Shen Ruoyan's shoulders trembled, her voice almost breaking. "If Master hadn't intervened, they would all have died inside."

……

On nine warships.

Cang Wuji stood with his hands behind his back at the bow of the main ship, his brocade robe fluttering in the aftershocks of spiritual pressure.

He looked down at the mountain peak that was gradually being swallowed by the dark blue sea of ​​fire, and the smile on his lips widened little by little.

"Sect Master, the Bewitching Immortal Formation won't last more than half an hour."

The Nascent Soul elder beside him clasped his hands in a gesture of respect and reported.

"No rush."

Cang Wuji's voice was light and airy, "Let them struggle a little longer. Desperate people are most obedient before they die."

"Carry the person out."

He gave the order without turning his head.

The cabin door was pushed open, and two black-armored disciples carried a stretcher onto the deck.

The person lying on the stretcher was deathly pale, with most of their meridians shattered, and their chest heaving rapidly.

Cang Wuyue.

She was carried to the bow of the boat and struggled to turn her head to the side.

When his gaze fell upon the burning Cloud Rain Mountain below, he froze.

"Uncle... what are you doing..." Her voice was weak, trembling with disbelief, "You're going to wipe out their entire sect?"

Cang Wuji turned his head.

He glanced at his niece.

That look was very light, like looking at a tool that had been used up.

"My niece."

Cang Wuji's voice was as gentle as if he were coaxing a child, "I've avenged you. You should be happy."

Cang Wuyue felt her blood run cold.

There was no pity, no anger in those eyes; they didn't even bother with acting.

She suddenly remembered what her uncle had said before she left: "Leave the matter of the Purple Lingzhi to your uncle." She also remembered the sly smile Cang Juexing gave her outside the door.

From beginning to end, all the talk of revenge and standing up for her was just a pretense.

She's like a handy knife; once you've used her up, it's time to throw her away.

Cang Wuji has already turned back.

He gazed at the collapsing illusionary array, put his hands behind his back, and uttered two words with a contented expression.

"So beautiful."

……

Qin Mo stared at Shen Ruoyan kneeling on the ground, but did not pull her up.

His mind was racing.

Ten Nascent Soul cultivators and nine warships—Cang Jiuyou's cultivation alone was enough to crush him into dust.

Should we force our way in head-on?

That's not saving lives, that's adding fuel to the fire and sending people to their deaths.

"stand up."

Qin Mo's throat was dry. "Kneeling won't help. Think of something."