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The secret alliance before the Four Symbols Formation

The Four Symbols Formation shimmered and rotated, and the gazes of the powerful beings from all races outside the formation were fixed on the formation like hungry wolves. The heavy pressure almost solidified the air.

Just as tensions were about to rise, Chen Xuan and Xia Jiuyou suddenly appeared in the center of the formation, like two sharp swords drawn from their sheaths, directly piercing through the secret plans of the holy sons and daughters of the Flame Dragon Realm.

Originally, upon hearing the news of the broken Immortal Ancient Array and the leak of its opportunities, these chosen ones from various holy lands of the Flame Dragon Realm temporarily gathered, hoping to get a share of the spoils. However, they did not expect that this mess would be directly tied to the honor and disgrace of their own realm.

In the years that followed, they had fought their way out of the world and were repeatedly besieged by allied forces from other realms. They had long since tasted the bitterness of being isolated and helpless. This time, they could not stand idly by and watch their compatriots be bullied by foreign races.

The Fairy Qingxia, dressed in a snow-white azure dress, her skirt fluttering slightly in the breeze, her fingertips forming pale blue spiritual energy seals, her voice, imbued with spiritual resonance, silently reached everyone's ears:

"Everyone, the grudges of the past ranking battles were nothing more than infighting within the realm. Now that Chen Xuan and Chen Xuan both possess the bloodline of the Flame Dragon, we cannot just stand by and watch them be trampled on by alien races from other realms!"

“Well said! Beyond the realms, those within the same realm shall be respected!” The Nine-Bend Saint, clad in a black robe, had a face as cold and stern as an ice sculpture, yet his voice carried a resolute determination, “Previously, when we encountered cultivators from other realms outside the remnant array, they ganged up on us and slaughtered us like lambs. How can the disciples of my Flame Dragon Sect fall behind them now?”

The Holy Son of Yaochi, dressed in white, turned the jade flute in his hand and sighed with emotion: "If I had not personally set foot in this dangerous land beyond the realm, I would not have known that the bond between people of the same realm is a thousand times, ten thousand times heavier than the rift between holy lands."

Fairy Qingxia's gaze swept over Dao Yi, Han Jiuling, and the others. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and she pressed on with an unquestionable tone, "What do you say?"

Dao Yi lightly twirled the whisk in his hand, the snow-white whisk strands fluttering slightly in the wind. His gaze swept back and forth between the dark mass of powerful figures from all races outside the formation and Chen Xuan at the center of the formation. He originally wanted to hide his strength and avoid disaster, but those around him were all heirs of the major holy lands of the Flame Dragon Realm. If he retreated today, even if he ascended to the position of Holy Lord in the future, he would find it difficult to suppress the contempt in the hearts of his peers.

Han Jiuling's hand, gripping the dragon spear, bulged with veins, his knuckles turning bluish-white. The humiliation of being defeated by Chen Xuan in the ranking battle was still etched in his heart. At this moment, when he caught a glimpse of the unconscious concern in Xia Jiuyou's eyes as she looked at Chen Xuan, the corner of his mouth twitched violently twice, and he thought to himself:

"So be it! If Xia Jiuyou really falls into the hands of the alien race, I will not only be reprimanded by the Holy Lord when I return, but my foundation for vying for the throne will also be shaken."

"We will follow Fellow Daoist Qingxia's plan." Dao Yi nodded helplessly, then flicked his finger, sending a spiritual incantation containing the plan into everyone's ears.

"We'll feign an attack on Chen Xuan and his companion, while simultaneously using our spiritual power to guide them through the cracks in the array and pull them towards the outer edge. Tianyi, Xuanyi, you two immediately retreat to the edge and set up the teleportation array. Once we've lured Chen Xuan and his companion into the array's core, we'll activate the array and escape!"

The eyes of Tianyi, Xuanyi, and the other holy sons, who were skilled in large formations, flashed with a sharp light. They nodded solemnly and, under the cover of the light and shadow in the formation, quietly retreated to the edge of the group and began to draw intricate formation patterns in the void.

Brigitte Lin, Zixia, and the other sisters' eyes lit up, and they all nodded in agreement.

At the same time, the entrance to the ancient immortal formation fell completely silent, with not a single living being emerging. The cultivators of all races waiting outside the formation had long since exhausted their patience, and the crisp sound of clashing weapons gradually rose from the crowd, spreading restlessness like a tide.

A powerful Rakshasa warrior emerged from the air, crimson clouds swirling beneath his feet, the stench of blood filling the air. He lashed out with a long, thorny whip, the blade slicing through the air with a sharp crack, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, the tip pointing directly at the Four Symbols Guardian Array.