st ember of crimson gold remained, placed by Qin Sang in a fissure between stones on the bank of a small stream.As dawn approached but had not yet arrived, it was the time when the sky was at its dark...The moment Qin Sang took the jade hairpin, a soul-stirring roar echoed from the Qilin hairpin, reverberating in his heart.

Needless to say, Qin Sang understood through the talisman imprint. He tossed the Qilin hairpin into the air.

"Roar!"

A roar echoed.

The qilin hairpin turned into a ball of azure light,

Around Qin Sang, it danced and swirled, sometimes transforming into a jade hairpin, sometimes into a small qilin.

After making all the necessary arrangements, the two emerged from the snow cave.

Feigning to be Qin Sang's wife, Mrs. Luo, she flew directly to the center of the formation, appearing within it.

Assisting young Jun.

Qin Sang swayed with her graceful figure,

Every single one flew to the front line, he would lead the lower-level cultivators,

First to enter the large formation of the crime abyss.

Along the way, those low-level cultivators were unaware of the truth. They didn't know that beneath that alluring form was actually a man. Many of them cast eager glances.

Fortunately, the war was urgent, and Mrs. Luo was a Yuan Ying ancestor. No one dared to come forward and strike up a conversation.

But it's inevitable to meet someone in the know.

"Um...Lu Dao-friend."

Jing Lin knew about their plot. His eyes were strange, but he greeted Qin Sang as usual, only when he saw the alluring smile Qin Sang revealed, he felt a chill down his spine and fled like a startled bird.

Qin Sang's heart was numb at this moment, her expression unchanged as she flew to the front line.

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Looking up at the sky-lake, a square expanse above the cage, I convince myself that this is a sacrifice for the greater good.

'Boom!'

A loud bang,

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Shuangjing Mountain trembled,

The offensive horn sounded.

‘Snoring…’

Countless sharp gusts of wind suddenly echoed across the battlefield,

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A raging wind swept across the sky.

Blinding snow swirls,

The world was vast and empty.

In the heart of the storm, Qingjun and Lady Luo's figures flickered in and out of sight. Around them were a few other figures, along with oddly shaped wooden signs arranged in neat rows.

Each of these wooden plaques was as large as a door panel, inscribed with peculiar runes. They seemed to be the very source of the gale-force winds.

On the battlefield, some cultivators stood around similar wooden plaques. These plaques were smaller in size, and runes flickered on them, arranging themselves into a mysterious formation. Everyone pinched their fingers together, forming incantations, to activate the wooden plaques, echoing with Qingjun and others from afar.

All the wooden tablets were shining with dazzling light, spiritual energy frantically converging here, and as a result, the wind became even more violent. Those with weaker cultivation bases couldn't open their eyes and felt like they were about to fall.

Just then, a vision suddenly appeared.

The wind reached its peak, and gray streaks of air could be seen dancing in the void.

It was the hurricane's power that manifested, and then these gray clouds began to gather.

Flocks of gray gas merged and devoured each other, converging to form a funnel-shaped cloud of gray.

Seeing this scene, everyone knew that the spirit formation was about to evolve into a terrifying tornado.

The wind column was bound in place, taking shape at a visible speed and rapidly expanding. Thick columns of wind pointed directly upward toward the azure water waves. These wind columns twisted and spun wildly, sweeping away everything on the mountain.

Gravel, snow, deadwood…

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All that was left was a mess.

“A great array of the wind element! The Two Realms Alliance actually took out this grand formation. They really spared no expense! Find an opportunity, and destroy their core formation device. I bet they won't be able to refine another one!”

On the peak of Dual Mirror Mountain, the nascent soul of Zui Yuan hid within a great formation, overlooking the mountain below. One among them snarled menacingly.

"Huh Those two people, they seem to be the ones who blocked Ye Lao at Blood Lake."

One person activated a secret technique and vaguely saw two figures in the center of the formation, but they were quickly obscured by the strong wind. He couldn't probe with his divine sense either, so he said doubtfully, "It seems that these two are attacking Shuangjing Mountain. They are truly timid like rats, not even daring to come up and attack personally. Could there be other masters"

"Perhaps they aren't really in a hurry to take Shuangjing Mountain, but are instead probing and containing us. The main force is most likely the armies from Wangdong City and Shiqu Mountain. Hosting the Xunfeng Formation isn't so simple. These two haven't had much renown before, suddenly rising to prominence with powerful treasures but definitely not as deep a foundation as Old Ye and the others. They need to join forces to maintain the formation..."

It's a reasonable guess.

"For now, prioritize defense and observe their intentions. Look for opportunities to disrupt the Xunfeng Formation's core while also awaiting news from Senior Cang Hong!"

The purple-clad woman made her decision, turned back, and personally presided over the formation.

The hurricane was as if it could tear open the sky itself.

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The wind force reached the summit of Double Mirror Peak.

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The lake of the sky was affected, appearing with ripples, then waves rising one after another, but the waves were striking downwards, a very strange sight.

Qin Sang stood in the midst of the battlefield, maintaining a graceful stance. Her pale fingertips curled slightly, gripping a wooden signboard the size of her palm.

This is the wind talisman that can connect with the power of the Xun Feng Grand Formation. It ensures that after entering the opponent's spirit formation, they can resonate with each other, maintain the formation, and avoid accidentally leaving the protection and being hunted by the enemy.

The power of the Xun Wind Formation is formidable, being one of the most powerful formations crafted by the alliance of the two domains. Not only is it extremely difficult to preside over this formation, but the amount of spirit stones consumed is also staggering.

The increasingly thick funnel cloud is showing signs of becoming uncontrollable.

Suddenly, all the wooden plaques flashed with strange light and trembled violently, as if they were about to shatter.

At this moment, the battlefield fell into a strange silence for a fleeting instant. Then, all the wind pillars surged upward like a multitude of wind-guns, firing simultaneously towards the peak of Mount Shuangjing!

The Lake of the Sky felt threatened, its layers of water waves converging in this direction, deepening its dark, deep blue hue.

But the power of the Xun Wind Formation was no less than that of the formations meticulously arranged by Zui Yuan. Moreover, under Qing Jun's deliberate manipulation, all wind pillars concentrated their attack within a specific range.

In countless pairs of eyes, all the wind columns pierced into the Sky Lake without any hindrance, deeply submerged in the water, and then a deafening roar followed.

‘Boom boom boom…’

Like a hammer striking Mount Duality, it also echoed in the hearts of all.

The towering mountains, which had stood for countless years, now appeared fragile, as if on the verge of collapse. The terrifying scene in the air deeply imprinted itself into everyone's eyes. Some were horrified, some yearned for it, and some looked forward to it...

"Whoosh!"

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The power of the Xun Wind Grand Formation erupted in the depths of the Sky Lake, its terrifying force tearing open the lake surface directly. The river water flowed backwards, and the fissures grew larger and larger, unable to close for a long time.

Through the cracks, everyone could clearly see the heavily armed members of the Abyssal Cultivator sect, and even make out their terrified expressions.

Two great armies clashed, the strongest wave of aftermath dissipating, falling into a stalemate, each devouring and destroying the other.

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"Kill!"

A gunshot rang out.

Shouts of killing echoed throughout the sky, and on the sloping hillsides, countless black shadows surged forward bravely, charging toward the vast lake.

War is cruel, and it is awe-inspiring.

Qin Sang had experienced war more than once, but this was his first time leading troops into battle. Facing such a large-scale fight, being at the forefront, Qin Sang realized that even low-ranking cultivators in the Xianxia world could unleash astonishing power.

Please: m.bqg99.cc...rustling...'Let me know if you have other text you'd like me to translate!A rustling sound came from the worm basket, a sound Qin Sang was all too familiar with—it was the call of the fat silkworm....