Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. (Chapters 125-130 are all complete now, thank you everyone for waiting! You can refresh to read them again; there's a "completed" sign before the chapter titles.)

The master is indeed a master.

They need external help.

The master himself found the key point of the formation.

From now on, the only master of formations will respect Xi Chen!

Song Siyao raised an eyebrow but remained silent.

Yan Shanjun chuckled, “Master Xichen’s reputation is indeed well-deserved. We’ve found traces of someone who seems to be the mastermind behind the scenes, and they also disappeared from here. Now that we’ve identified the key to the formation, let’s work together to break it.”

If both sides find it at the same time, both sides have made a contribution.

An outstanding first sect leader, with first-rate ability to maintain balance.

Song Tingwan didn't care about the credit, and neither did Xi Chen.

No one was arguing at that moment, because the villagers were being scolded by the increasingly irritable village chief.

"If you don't want your souls to be scattered, you'd better stop them now! If this formation breaks, forget about resurrection, we'll all die—"

"Kill them! Kill them all—"

The village chief's eyes were bloodshot, and he grew increasingly frantic. The deeper his obsession, the more erratic the white mist became.

It injured many cultivators in their soul form.

"Oh no, he's going to become the Ghost King."

Wu Ling frowned and reminded them.

Having said that, the ghostly aura surged towards the village chief.

He went first.

The Ghost King's strength is close to that of a Mahayana cultivator.

However, he lacks reason, exudes a murderous aura, and in a frenzy, he can contend with someone at the Tribulation Transcending stage.

It is said that after the Ghost King dies, he will become a spirit in the evil realm.

This sentence flashed through Wu Ling's mind.

The ghostly aura paused, startled.

I can't remember where I heard it before.

But wasn't the evil realm destroyed?

Without a second thought, Wu Ling struck instantly, leaving the village chief utterly powerless to resist.

The condensed crimson yin energy was also shaken away little by little by the screams.

The rest of the group, led by Yan Shanjun, prepared to unite their strength to break the formation.

Once again, Song Tingwan released the crimson mist.

No matter how much spiritual energy is lost, it will be replenished instantly and without any drawbacks, without any waiting time.

He looked at Song Tingwan with renewed interest.

After this incident, countless people owed her favors once again.

After all, she was drenched in her cinnabar mist.

It's like getting a high-grade elixir for free. How could I not remember their kindness after getting such a good deal?

"start."

At Yan Shanjun's command, he took the lead in channeling his spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy of countless people condensed once again.

Song Tingwan did not participate; she simply stood aside as the pillar of spiritual energy grew larger and larger, and the speed at which the falling pill mist descended with her hand also increased.

Many people watched as she used up all the grade seven or eight pills in the two large boxes in her hands.

She stood by without blinking, gently encouraging them.

Many people who didn't understand the Six Realms selection process suddenly understood why so many people voted her for first place.

Someone who seems to radiate light, isn't she number one? She deserves it.

The beam of light gradually stabilized, and everyone could sense that it was just a hair's breadth away from stabilizing.

"Give it your all!"

Someone shouted, and a cool mist of spiritual energy descended upon everyone. They gritted their teeth and channeled their spiritual energy once more.

Everyone tacitly agreed that they needed to work even harder.

Just then.

A click sounded.

Their spiritual energy surged outwards.

"Snap—"

Again, a clear sound.

The formation shattered.

The white mist seemed somewhat resentful, yet could only regretfully drift away towards the horizon.

As the eerie white mist dissipated, everyone pondered their own thoughts.

In Song Tingwan's line of sight, she clearly saw a particularly dense cloud of white mist rising into the sky.

She gave a cold laugh.

He then acted swiftly, and the colorless mist fell upon the terrified and bewildered villagers.

The villagers with bodies collapsed to the ground, bewildered.

Then the soul was squeezed out.

The cultivators were immediately startled upon seeing this.

They each searched for their own bodies, somewhat impatiently.

At the same time, countless spirit boats and flying magical artifacts took to the air, calling out the names of their fellow disciples and relatives.

"Wan'er! Father!"

Qin Xi was terrified.

He abandoned his composed image, hugged Song Tingwan, and then turned and threw himself into Qin Cangsong's arms.

Qin Cangsong, who had been calmly discussing various matters with Yan Shanjun, chuckled and lowered his voice to coax his daughter.

"Oh, don't be afraid, Yuanyuan, Daddy is perfectly fine."

"I was so scared, I was so afraid you wouldn't be able to get out."

Her father, her best friends, and countless fellow disciples are all here. If she really can't get out, she doesn't know how she will break down.

Song Tingwan and Song Siyao looked at each other and smiled. Just then, something surged into the mark on their foreheads.

She was taken aback.

Holding his younger sister's hand, he closed his eyes and concentrated.

Is it merit and...faith?

She did nothing, so why would she have faith?

She's not a god.

But the golden light of faith is exceptionally bright, though it is only a tiny ray, so thin that it is almost invisible if you don't look closely.

Not far away, the Tribulation Transcending cultivators who had attacked Guilin Mountain also did not want to show themselves. Seeing that the two chosen ones were unharmed, they quietly planned to return to their seclusion.

Song Tingwan felt something.

"Seniors, please wait."

Yun Tianzun and the others stayed behind out of curiosity.

I looked at the little girl, waiting for her to continue.

"Thank you for your help, seniors. I have some Grade 8 Enlightenment Pills here. After using them, your mind will remain clear for a period of time. Seniors can travel more; perhaps you will have unexpected gains."

During the three months that Song Tingwan spent refining pills in Yunyin, she didn't just refine a few kinds of pills. Some of her usual attempts at refining pills failed. This Enlightenment Pill was something she had refined before.

They originally intended to give it to their younger sister, but these people at the Tribulation Transcending stage, whom they were not familiar with, offered their help.

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