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Chapter 873: The Imitation of the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords

Zhong Shan's eyes narrowed, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. These old fellows, they couldn't stay out of it any longer?

Amid the bewilderment, a purple-robed man slowly materialized before Cheng Baiyi. It was the Zixiao Sect Master!

As the Zixiao Sect Master appeared, the surrounding spectators stirred.

The Zixiao Sect Master immediately looked at Zhong Shan.

"Saint King of Daeng, your speed is impressive. Every time I see you, your cultivation improves. Do you have some secret method? Could you share it with everyone?" The Zixiao Sect Master gazed at Zhong Shan with sharp eyes.

His tone wasn't one of curiosity but rather one of solemnity, and Zhong Shan sensed a hint of murderous intent!

"Zixiao Sect Master overpraises me. I'm just a mere heavenly immortal, hardly worth mentioning," Zhong Shan replied with a smile.

"Heavenly immortal? Can you still be measured by that term?" The Zixiao Sect Master sneered.

"You didn't come here just to study my cultivation, did you?" Zhong Shan said calmly.

The Zixiao Sect Master stared coldly at Zhong Shan, a flash of killing intent in his eyes.

At this moment, the Demon Chess Saint stepped in front of Zhong Shan. "Greetings, Zixiao Sect Master!"

"Master!" Cheng Baiyi also greeted respectfully.

The Zixiao Sect Master glanced at Cheng Baiyi before turning back to the Demon Chess Saint.

"The Demon Chess Saint, interested in sparring with someone from my Zixiao Dojo? Very well, my dojo has never feared anyone!" The Zixiao Sect Master said calmly.

His tone was light, but the underlying hostility was clear. He was defending Cheng Baiyi, intending to back him up.

"The Zixiao Sect Master has become so protective? This is the first time I've seen it!" Another voice echoed from the void.

Then, in front of the Demon Chess Saint, another figure appeared—a man wearing a silver mask and a loose white robe, the Taichu Saint King.

"Greetings, Saint King!" The Demon Chess Saint, Su Afu, and Nine-Tailed Princess immediately bowed.

At that moment, dozens of figures flew in from a distance, arriving quickly. It was Mr. Li and other strong members of Taichu.

"The Taichu Saint King has arrived too?" The Zixiao Sect Master remarked with a smile.

"The Nine Zhang High Five-Colored Divine Stone left by Lady Nuwa for Qingqiu—how could I not come to claim it? Are you interested in watching, Zixiao Sect Master?" The Taichu Saint King responded.

"Whether it belongs to you is still uncertain. At least for now, it doesn't belong to you. It's still on Ghost Island. Why not wait until the formation is broken to discuss it? Otherwise, we'll give that old man Taiyi a laugh," the Zixiao Sect Master suggested.

"Very well!" The Taichu Saint King didn't argue further.

This was obviously not something that could be resolved through argument. How could a few words convince others to give up on the Nine Zhang High Five-Colored Divine Stone? It was impossible.

However, the arrival of the Taichu Saint King significantly eased the tension around them.

Cheng Baiyi glared hatefully at Zhong Shan.

The Taichu Saint King, the Zixiao Sect Master, the Demon Chess Saint, Mr. Li, and others all turned their attention to the formation before them—a vast black hole formation that sealed Ghost Island airtight, with no apparent flaws.

At this moment, Zhong Shan quietly stepped aside.

"Zhong Shan, you were amazing just now. How did you manage that palm strike? Cheng Baiyi was actually pushed back by you?" Su Afu asked excitedly.

"Just luck," Zhong Shan shook his head.

"How could that be luck?" Su Afu was speechless.

"Princess, you were impressive earlier!" Zhong Shan timely praised the Nine-Tailed Princess.

"Of course!" The Nine-Tailed Princess replied proudly.

Everyone waited as the ancient immortals studied the grand formation. Their hearts were filled with curiosity. Could this formation be broken?

For so long, the Taiyi Sacred Court had set up this formation, confounding many, yet no one had managed to break it. Now, with a Saint King and a Sect Master present, could they decipher it?

"Sect Master Zixiao, have you figured it out?" the Taichu Saint King asked.

"Taiyi Saint King? In his past life, he was indeed one of the twelve disciples of the Primordial Saint. The Jade Void Kunlun Formation?" Sect Master Zixiao replied solemnly.

"That's right. I didn't expect Sect Master Zixiao to recognize it. But can it be broken?" the Taichu Saint King asked.

"Broken? A saint's formation isn't so easily broken," Sect Master Zixiao shook his head.

"Mr. Li, what do you think?" the Taichu Saint King asked calmly.

"I have been studying it for half a month and have made preparations," Mr. Li replied respectfully.

"Oh? Mr. Li has a way to break it?" Sect Master Zixiao was slightly surprised.

"The Jade Void Kunlun Formation is strong, but the person who set it up lacks sufficient power. Breaking it isn't difficult, but it won't be done by me," Mr. Li smiled.

"Oh? Then who will break it?" Sect Master Zixiao asked, puzzled.

"Mr. Li must have a plan already," the Taichu Saint King said.

"Yes, I have informed Sima Qing. He will break this formation," Mr. Li said with a bow.

"Sima Qing?" Everyone was slightly puzzled.

"The Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation?" the Taichu Saint King's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Indeed. Sima Qing, with the help of hundreds of thousands of Sima family's artifact masters, has crafted replicas of the four Immortal-Slaying Swords. Although they are not as powerful as the original swords of the Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning, they are among the best in the world," Mr. Li nodded.

"Using the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation to break the Jade Void Kunlun Formation? Mr. Li, your idea is indeed unique. Impressive!" Sect Master Zixiao praised.

"Sima Qing hasn't arrived yet?" the Taichu Saint King frowned.

"He said he went to retrieve the swords. We can only wait a bit longer," Mr. Li replied respectfully.

"Then let's wait a bit longer," the Taichu Saint King nodded.

The crowd waited patiently. Ten days passed. During this time, some who felt their chances of seizing the Five-Colored Divine Stone were slim gradually left, but more arrived, increasing in numbers. After ten days, nearly fifty million strong cultivators had gathered, and the numbers kept growing.

On a remote island far from the perimeter of Ghost Island, a figure stood atop a mountain, gazing towards the sea surrounding Ghost Island. A stern-faced man in a gray robe knelt on one knee behind him.

"Sir, everything is ready. When shall we begin?" the gray-robed man asked respectfully.

The figure, standing with hands behind his back, replied indifferently, "How many people are at the Ghost Island sea area now?"

"As of last night, nearly fifty million cultivators at the Emperor Extreme Realm and above," the gray-robed man replied respectfully.

"Fifty million? How many souls have we collected?" the figure asked again.

"During your time in the small thousand world, we collected thirty million cultivators' souls. Adding what you've collected over the years and the souls from the recent large-scale conflicts in the Aolai Sea, we have a total of forty million souls," the gray-robed man reported respectfully.

"Forty million? Fifty million? Combined, that's only ninety million. It's still not enough, we're short by some," the figure frowned.

"Don't worry, sir. In a few more days, we should reach the number," the gray-robed man assured.

"Very well! When the soul sacrifice at Ghost Island begins, there must be no mistakes," the figure said calmly.

"Understood!" the gray-robed man replied.

After waiting for another five days, the number of strong cultivators gathered around Ghost Island had reached an astonishing seventy million. The anticipation grew as more and more people arrived, eager to witness the legendary Five-Colored Divine Stone. Many had given up hope of obtaining it but were curious to see it and understand why only the fox clan could claim it.

Almost everyone focused on the group of powerful figures near Ghost Island.

"Sima Qing greets the Saint King!" Sima Qing bowed deeply upon his arrival before the Taichu Saint King.

"Have you brought the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords?"

"Yes, your subordinate has fulfilled his mission. The Four Immortal-Slaying Swords are here, awaiting your command," Sima Qing replied.

"Then let's begin."

"Yes, sir!"

Everyone retreated. Sima Qing ascended alone into the sky.

Standing high above, Sima Qing scanned the crowd, his gaze eventually settling on Zhong Shan. His eyes grew cold as he stared at the Saint King of Daeng. Wherever Zhong Shan went, trouble followed. Sima Qianjun had died because of him.

This was not the time to confront Zhong Shan, so Sima Qing quickly shifted his focus to the grand formation before him.

The Jade Void Kunlun Formation?

The Five-Colored Divine Stone within the formation was something Sima Qing coveted. The stone wasn't just for refining an ancient immortal avatar; it endowed the avatar with innate divine powers.

In ancient times, the stone monkey from Flower Fruit Mountain of the Eastern Continent was proof. When it transformed, its eyes emitted golden light that reached the heavens, shaking the celestial palaces. Even after consuming contaminated substances and losing some abilities, it still retained the divine power of fiery eyes.

If a three-zhang-high Five-Colored Divine Stone could achieve such effects, what about one that was nine zhang high?

Who wouldn't desire this stone?

Observing the countless black holes encircling Ghost Island, Sima Qing swung his sleeve, releasing four long swords.

One purple, one red, one green, one black.

As the swords emerged, a chilling, menacing aura spread in all directions.

The four swords expanded rapidly, reaching a height of a million miles, piercing the sky and the sea, connecting heaven and earth with a formidable presence.

The Immortal-Slaying Four Swords!

Though they were replicas, their power was astounding. Each sword alone had the strength of a top-tier great immortal artifact, and together, they rivaled even ancient immortal artifacts.

Around the four swords, countless sword energies erupted, swirling around the blades and enveloping the entire island. The terrifying sword energy grew denser, shrouding Ghost Island.

The Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation was activated!

"This is the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation? How powerful!" Su Afu exclaimed.

"Powerful? It's just a replica!" Nine-Tailed Princess said jealously.

"Even a replica is formidable. An ancient immortal artifact's power! If I had one, who would I fear?" Su Afu said enviously.

"The Immortal-Slaying Four Swords?" Zhong Shan murmured, a peculiar smile on his face.