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

The moment Xia Jiuyou finished speaking, the entire Immortal Mountain Small World suddenly trembled violently, as if a glass cup was being gripped by a giant hand, and the heavens and earth twisted and distorted in a humming sound.

Outside the layers upon layers of the sky-covering array, billions of azure streams of light surged in like meteors falling to the ground, while visible pale azure spiritual currents roared and surged, carrying ancient and boundless water vapor, dyeing the void into a hazy blue.

Endless azure light and spiritual energy precisely entwined around the nineteen figures in the void—those were Xia Jiuyou's clones. Each of them wore a white immortal feather robe, the starlight adorning the robes swirling with the air currents, now intertwining and coexisting with the azure light.

In the blink of an eye, a burst of azure light appeared, and a thousand-mile-long ancient celestial dragon materialized: its scales were like solidified jade, each reflecting the sky, and its body was surrounded by spiritual energy like a light veil. Ancient cloud patterns swirled around its horns, and Xia Jiuyou herself stood proudly between the dragon's brows, her white celestial feather robes fluttering in the dragon's might, like an ancient dragon maiden riding a divine dragon.

"Buzz—" The Azure Dragon's eyes suddenly snapped open, its golden pupils blazing with divine light like two blazing suns. Then, it unleashed a dragon roar that shook the universe towards Qiu Zixian in the distance: "Roar—!"

The dragon's roar transformed into a visible cyan sound wave, which exploded in a ring, causing fine spiderweb-like cracks to appear in the void.

Qiu Zixian's body trembled violently, her black and white gauze skirt fluttering wildly like butterfly wings. She was swept back by the sound waves, and each time her toes touched the air, a cloud of white mist exploded. She didn't turn around until she was a hundred miles away. She made a hand seal to steady her mind, and the hem of her skirt was still trembling.

"Qiu Zixian, you will surely lose this battle!" Xia Jiuyou stood on the dragon's head, her white feather robes highlighting her stunningly beautiful face, which was as cold and aloof as frost. After looking down at her opponent, her gaze suddenly turned to Chen Xuan in the Immortal Mountain Square. Her voice, wrapped in dragon might, pierced through like ice spikes: "Chen Xuan, once you become my servant for ten thousand years, I will repay the humiliation you suffered a hundredfold!"

Only when the dragon's might subsided slightly did the crowd at Xianshan Square recover from their suffocating sensation.

Qingxia looked up at the dragon shadow that blotted out the sky, her jade fingers unconsciously clenching, and she murmured: "Although the Eternal Divine Flame has been replaced by Azure Flowing Water, the magnificence of this formation is undeniable—this is the Flame Dragon Formation that guards the territory of my Flame Dragon Realm!"

"This is impossible!" Dao Yi gripped the sword at his waist tightly, his knuckles turning white. "The array diagram of the Zhenyu Yanlong Array was split into ten parts after the Immortal Ancient Battle, with each of the ten holy lands holding one part. How could she possibly have created such a high-level imitation array with only a fragment from the Nine Nether Holy Land?"

"The Suppressing Flame Dragon Formation... that's an unparalleled formation that requires at least ten Immortal Kings to work together to control!" Feng Yaoyu's face paled, and she subconsciously took a half step back. "To activate it with the power of just one person, that's simply defying the heavens!"

“The world is never short of extraordinary encounters.” Tianmang said in a deep voice, “The creator of this formation must have been a powerful immortal from ancient times. Xia Jiuyou’s crazy trespassing through the ruins of the ancient immortal battlefield back then, could it be that he found the complete formation diagram in some dangerous place?”

Amidst the murmurs, everyone's eyes turned to Chen Xuan, filled with anxiety.

"Yes, even if it's just a replica, its power is far beyond what Qiu Zixian can withstand at this moment!"

"If Qiu Zixian is defeated, and Brother Chen Xuan is unwilling to be obliterated by the Heavenly Dao, he will have no choice but to become Xia Jiuyou's servant for ten thousand years!"

"If the Star-Gazing Immortal proves his Dao and returns as an Immortal King within ten thousand years, the Nine Netherworlds and the Heartless Holy Lands will surely become seas of blood and mountains of corpses!"

Chen Xuan, who was locked onto by Xia Jiuyou's icy gaze, suddenly smiled, his fingertips casually stroking the edge of his sleeve, his tone lazy yet sharp: "Compared to this crude array, I am more interested in your method of creating eighteen true clones."

"Hmph, still dare to be stubborn even when death is imminent!" Xia Jiuyou sneered from the dragon's head, her white feather robe fluttering with the movement of the dragon's head. "Chen Xuan, let's see how you laugh later."

Chen Xuan's smile remained unchanged as he turned to look at Qiu Zixian, who stood in the void—she was dressed in a black and white gauze, the dark gauze unable to conceal the solemnity in her eyes as she gazed at the divine dragon.