"This is... an ancient demon-binding rune chain?!" Han Yunshen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his voice trembling.
The moment the chains pierced the demonic eye, the entire space suddenly fell into an eerie stillness.
Everyone saw that the surface of the Demon Eye was covered with dense ancient characters—the very same restrictive runes left behind by their predecessors.
"So that's how it is!" Jun Yuangui suddenly shouted, "The Demon Eye is the true core of the formation!"
Qi Lan's water curtain barrier suddenly boiled, and countless streams of water condensed in the air into characters identical to those on the surface of the Demon Eye.
The ancient tree controlled by Lin Xiaoman grew wildly, and these words also appeared on its branches.
The three forces interacted and complemented each other, forming a three-dimensional sealing array between heaven and earth.
"Everyone!" Mo Bai's blood-stained hands suddenly pressed down on the Demon-Suppressing Stele. "Inject your spiritual power into the positions corresponding to the inscriptions on the stele!"
The thirty celestial masters immediately dispersed and formed a battle formation.
The sword energy of the other immortal elders, the Sanskrit of the monks, the alchemical fire of the demon race, and the incantations of the Western cultivators—all these forces precisely landed on the nodes of the inscription projection.
"Click—"
The first crack appeared on the surface of the magic eye.
Rong Jiaojiao's figure began to become unsteady, but her magic incantation became faster and faster.
The Twelve Yuan Chen Array rotated above her head, with twelve beams of starlight like spindles spinning the overflowing demonic energy into visible black threads, which were then burned by the thunder and fire spewed by the golden dragon.
“Not enough…” she gazed at the collapsing void, “Someone needs to enter the Demon Eye…”
"Damn it." Jun Yuangui cut off a piece of his sleeve to wrap his wound. "Sword cultivators are best at breaking through barriers."
"Take this with you." Qi Lan tossed out a sword pellet made of nine longswords. "Nine heavens unite as one, capable of severing illusions."
Mo Bai suddenly slashed his wrist, and the blood congealed into a golden bead: "Using blood as a guide can keep the mind clear."
Lin Xiaoman shook off the hairpins in her hair, which transformed into thirty-six wooden spikes: "Green wood nails to the soul, which can solidify the primordial spirit and prevent it from dissipating."
As Jun Yuangui charged toward the rift in the Demon Eye, the leader of the Western cultivators suddenly threw out a crystal: "The Holy Light will guide you home!"
The inside of the Demon Eye is a distorted spacetime.
Jun Yuangui saw countless fragments of memories floating: the scenes of the predecessors setting up formations, the moments when the guardians of each generation fell, the desperate faces of the devoured cultivators... In the deepest part, a mass of chaotic matter was being reorganized, which was the demonic origin that was about to awaken.
"Found you." The sword pellet emitted a blinding, cold light.
Outside, the Demon-Suppressing Stele suddenly trembled violently.
Nine dragon patterns detached from the surface of the monument and materialized to entwine the demon eye.
Rong Jiaojiao's body was tattered and broken, but her hands, which were forming a mudra, remained as steady as a rock.
"Now!"
With a clear shout, all the cultivators simultaneously unleashed their strongest attacks.
The cracks on the surface of the Demon Eye suddenly widened, and a dazzling sword light burst forth from within!
"Nine Heavens—"
Jun Yuangui's voice pierced through the void:
"—Sword Robbery!"
Where the sword light passed, the chaotic matter emitted inhuman shrieks.
Outside the Demon Eye, the nine dragons exerted their power simultaneously, tearing the crack into an unhealable gap.
Countless golden rays poured in from the gap, working in tandem with the sword light.
"seal up!"
Rong Jiaojiao used her last bit of strength to strike the magic seal.
Driven by this force, the Demon-Suppressing Stele sank rapidly.
Rong Jiaojiao was anxious. Why hadn't Jun Yuangui come out yet? If he didn't come out soon, he would be suppressed down there.
The others were equally anxious. Mo Bai shouted at the top of his lungs, "Jun Yuangui, come out quickly!"
But Jun Yuangui didn't respond at all. Rong Jiaojiao was extremely anxious, but the Demon-Suppressing Stele had to be placed no matter what.
She fought back tears, her hand seals unchanged, and let the Demon-Suppressing Stele fall rapidly.
The moment the Demon-Suppressing Stele crashed down, Jun Yuangui flew out from the Demon Eye. The Demon-Suppressing Stele slammed down, completely pressing the Demon Eye into the depths of the earth's veins.
Mo Bai caught Jun Yuangui as he fell, and looked at the Demon Suppression Stele, which was perfectly embedded in the eye and fused with the nine spiritual veins.
In an instant, the entire Nine Dragons Demon Sealing Formation shone brightly, and golden light swept across the entire space like a tide, devouring all the demonic energy.
The demonic main soul let out a final, desperate roar before being completely annihilated by the golden light.
The runes on the surface of the nine spiritual veins regained their vitality, radiating a dazzling light and reinforcing the entire demon-sealing array.
Nine divine dragons, head to tail, transformed into nine golden rings that bound the stele.
The inscriptions lit up one by one, eventually forming a complete set of five ancient seal script characters: "Nine Dragons Suppressing Demons Stele".
Suddenly, the world fell silent.
The scattered bloodlust was dispersed by the gentle breeze, and the collapsed space began to repair itself.
The exhausted monks collapsed one after another, only to be caught by their companions.
Only the Demon-Suppressing Stele stood silently, its top adorned with a banyan tree that seemed about to collapse.
"Jiaojiao!" Mo Bai tried to fly up by channeling his spiritual power, but Leng Qianjue held him down.
Qi Lan's water curtain gently supported the figure, and Lin Xiaoman's golden rune chains transferred the last bit of spiritual power to her.
Rong Jiaojiao was covered in injuries, but she remained lucid.
Qing Xuanzi squeezed next to her, but looking at her broken body, he didn't dare to touch her.
He hurriedly poured out various top-grade pills, his hands trembling as he fed them into her mouth, his voice shaking: "Jiaobao, girl, you must hold on..."
Rong Jiaojiao could feel her life slipping away, and thought to herself, this premonition is unreliable.
Grasping his master's wrist, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, he managed a weak smile: "Master... I'm sorry..."
Her pupils began to dilate, and her voice was as soft as a breeze, "Jiaojiao... is a little tired..."
"I may... be unable to... provide for your... retirement..."
Tears streamed down Qing Xuanzi's face as he poured his remaining spiritual energy into her body, saying, "Jiaobao, don't sleep! Do you hear me!"
Mo Bai suddenly knelt on one knee, and without hesitation, cut open his palm and drew a blood talisman: "I will exchange my lifespan for a chance to live!"
The blood talisman transformed into a beam of red light and entered Rong Jiaojiao's heart.
Leng Qianjue silently released Mo Bai's shoulder, forcing out a wisp of his divine consciousness to protect Rong Jiaojiao's primordial spirit.
The surrounding cultivators followed suit, piling all sorts of life-extending magical treasures onto her body as if they were free.
Just then, the Demon-Suppressing Stele suddenly emitted a buzzing sound.
The inscription projected a phantom image, which turned out to be the lingering resentment of Fairy Qingli, who sacrificed herself to the monument back then.
"Good." The illusory figure gently stroked Rong Jiaojiao's forehead, and a stream of pure spiritual energy from heaven and earth poured into her. "This woman has accumulated immeasurable merit and deserves a reward from the Heavenly Dao."
Suddenly, golden light emanated from Rong Jiaojiao's shattered body, and her wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Twelve golden lotus phantoms appeared around her, merging into the Twelve Yuan Chen Array Beads, and then the Twelve Yuan Chen Array flew back to Rong Jiaojiao's sea of consciousness.
Jun Yuangui staggered to his feet, sticking his sword into the ground as a crutch: "This girl..." He coughed up blood before he could finish speaking, but smiled with relief, "She's really tough."
Three months later, on the rebuilt Demon-Suppressing Platform.
Rong Jiaojiao munched on Lin Xiaoman's specially made spirit fruit cake, watching Mo Bai and Jun Yuangui argue heatedly about whose contribution was greater.
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