System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

"A twenty-seven-fold array! It can even lock down space itself. Let's see how he'll break it with his spatial sword technique!"

On the array platform, cold sweat beaded on the palms of the five elders, their eyes fixed on the figure within the array.

Their fingertips remained hovering over the core of the formation, ready to dismantle it the moment Chen Xuan showed the slightest sign of weakness—if this precious disciple of the Heartless Holy Land were to die in the Yao Guang Formation, it would be an utter disaster.

But the disciples outside the array's light barrier had already clenched their fists, their breathing becoming rapid. Even though there were still a few sarcastic remarks, their tone couldn't hide their undisguised awe.

At the summit, Su Qingci, Lu Jinxiao, and Mo Xingyan stood side by side, their robes fluttering in the wind from the array.

Gazing at the slender figure enveloped in countless holy lights, the three of them turned ashen-faced, their fingertips unconsciously forming hand seals.

They both knew that if they were standing in the formation, they probably wouldn't have lasted a single breath and would have been blasted into ashes by the thousands of holy lights.

“This is his true strength…” Su Qingci’s Adam’s apple bobbed, her voice trembling.

“Xiao Xuanche’s death was not unjust.” Lu Jinxiao smiled bitterly. “If it were me, I wouldn’t have been able to withstand his full-force sword strike in the ranking battle either.”

Mo Xingyan stared blankly at the figure that moved like a streak of light in the formation: "We are both at the peak of the Void Reversal Realm, so why is he so strong?"

The three exchanged a solemn look. Su Qingci lowered her voice and said, "If Chen Xuan doesn't die in the future, we must not covet Senior Sister Lu Xueqi's position as the sect's successor—otherwise, we will surely die."

"The twenty-seven layers of holy light array suppress the space. Even a true immortal would have to face it head-on. He must have reached his limit, right?" Su Qingci looked up and saw the holy light surging like a golden tsunami. The white-haired figure was faintly visible within it, making her heart tighten.

At this moment, all living beings in the Yao Guang Great World who were not in seclusion were drawn to this earth-shattering formation-breaking event.

Inside the Jade Pavilion, the Heavenly Mirror shimmered with chaotic light, reflecting all the dangers within the formation.

Seeing the space suppressed by the holy light, Lu Xueqi suddenly stood up from the futon, her skirt sweeping across the table and smashing the spirit teacup to pieces: "No! Brother Chen Xuan, don't be reckless!"

As she watched the holy light cascading from the twenty-seven array points in the mirror like a waterfall, engulfing Chen Xuan's figure, Lu Xueqi's tears rolled down like pearls from a broken string, her palm already gripping her natal immortal sword.

Yun Xiao'er gasped, her brows furrowing. "Something's not right... The Ancestor once said that the Sect Master highly values ​​Senior Brother Chen Xuan. How could he allow an elder to activate such a powerful killing array?" She paused, her voice trembling. "Could it be that the Grand Elder acted on his own..."

"Elder?" A fierce killing intent instantly ignited in Lu Xueqi's eyes, and her magical power surged as she prepared to transform into a gust of wind and rush out of the building.

"Senior sister! Look!" Yun Xiao'er suddenly exclaimed, grabbing Lu Xueqi's sleeve and pointing her fingertips intently at the Mirror of Reflection.

In the mirror, the figure engulfed by holy light suddenly erupted! As the golden light surged, the three-headed, six-armed Dharma form appeared with a roar, and the six divine swords spun like flowing light, their blades gleaming with brilliant runes under the holy light.

"It has three heads and six arms! And six divine swords! How could this possibly stop the attack of the twenty-seven array eyes?" Yun Xiao'er's voice trembled.

Lu Xueqi looked up and saw that Chen Xuan's expression was calm, and his eyes, instead of showing fear, were sparkling with unbridled excitement—a look that she knew all too well.

Memories of his past life in the Dragon Summer Small World flooded back, and Chen Xuan, in that same desperate situation, became increasingly excited, yearning for a thrilling battle.

"This swordsmanship... is too domineering! Is it a secret technique passed down only by the Heartless Holy Land?" Yun Xiao'er watched Chen Xuan's swordsmanship change in the mirror, sometimes like waves crashing against the shore, sometimes like fine rain threading through a needle, breaking through the holy light attacks one after another, and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Lu Xueqi slowly raised her hand, and her divine sword appeared in her palm. She closed her eyes and concentrated, and Chen Xuan's sword moves in the mirror gradually overlapped with the prototypes he had shown her when he instructed her. Her fingertips subconsciously began to follow suit.