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The white-browed old monk flew into a rage and swung his staff:

"Form the battle formation! The Eighteen Arhats Formation!"

As soon as he finished speaking, fifteen more figures flew over and, together with the white-browed old monk and two guardian Vajras, surrounded Zhou Tian.

All eighteen people were at least at the Nascent Soul stage.

Three of them were at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and fifteen were at the peak of the Nascent Soul realm.

This is Tianyin Temple's last trump card, and its true core fighting force.

The eighteen people stood in their respective positions, their Buddha-light connecting to form a huge golden array that completely enveloped the sky.

Within the formation, chanting of Buddhist hymns filled the air, and Buddhist light shone everywhere. The pressure was even more terrifying than that of the demonic monk from before.

Zhou Tian, ​​standing in the center of the formation, felt the omnipresent suppressive power and frowned slightly.

The Eighteen Arhats Formation is indeed extraordinary.

If he were at his peak, he might have been able to forcefully break through with the Zhuxian Sword.

But now...

Zhou Tian glanced at the Zhuxian Sword in his hand, his divine sense enveloped the entire Tianyin Temple, and he saw Lin Qingyu at the top of the pagoda.

Suddenly, Zhou Tian smiled.

"Senior sister."

Zhou Tian murmured to himself:

"Looks like I'll have to let you see some fireworks."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Tian was no longer retained.

He gripped the sword with both hands and poured all the spiritual energy he had just recovered into the Zhuxian Sword.

"Zhu Xian!"

Zhou Tian gave a low shout, and the hazy sword energy on the Zhuxian Sword surged once again.

This time, however, the sword energy was not released outwards, but was entirely contained within the sword itself.

The sword began to vibrate violently, emitting a sharp buzzing sound.

Around the sword's edge, the void gradually dissipated, forming an absolute dark area about ten feet in diameter.

In that darkness, it seemed as if countless stars were born and died, and there was a chaotic scene of the beginning of heaven and earth.

"One sword!"

Zhou Tian raised his hands high, and with the Zhuxian Sword aimed at the center of the Eighteen Arhats Formation, he slashed down fiercely!

"The creation of heaven and earth!"

"boom!!!"

This time, there was no sound of collision.

The moment the Immortal Execution Sword fell, the golden Buddhist light gathered by the Eighteen Arhats Formation melted away silently, like ice and snow under the sun.

Wherever the sword passed, the Buddha's light was extinguished, the formation collapsed, and space itself crumbled.

The eighteen top experts of Tianyin Temple didn't even have time to scream before they were reduced to the finest dust by the blade of the Zhuxian Sword.

One sword.

The Eighteen Arhats Formation is broken.

Eighteen cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage or above died.

Zhou Tian slowly sheathed his sword, swayed slightly, knelt on one knee, and gasped for breath.

This sword strike almost completely hollowed him out.

But he forced himself to lift his head and look up at the top of the pagoda.

There, the chains broke inch by inch, and the seal was completely broken.

Lin Qingyu slowly opened her eyes and saw a figure kneeling on one knee in the ruins below, yet still standing tall.

"Junior brother..."

Lin Qingyu murmured softly, her eyes glistening with tears.

Zhou Tian grinned and waved at her:

"Senior sister, I've come to take you home."

At the top of the pagoda, the chains are broken inch by inch.

Lin Qingyu slowly opened her eyes, and her usually clear and cold eyes were now covered with a layer of mist.

She looked down at the figure kneeling on one knee amidst the ruins below, his robes tattered yet his spine still straight, and her lips trembled slightly.

"Junior brother..."

The voice was very soft, trembling with the shock of surviving a disaster, and carrying some indescribable emotion.

Zhou Tian looked up and grinned at her.

The smile was somewhat pale, yet exceptionally radiant.

"Senior sister, I've come to take you home."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Tian struggled to his feet and, in a flash, appeared at the top of the pagoda.

He reached out and gently grasped Lin Qingyu's icy wrist.

The surface was smooth to the touch, yet faint red marks remained from being bound by chains for so long. This is where dreams begin, and where dreams come true.

Zhou Tian's eyes turned cold, but quickly softened again.

"Senior sister, I'm so sorry you had to go through all this."

He spoke softly, pulling Lin Qingyu into his arms with a slight force.

Lin Qingyu's delicate body trembled.

She didn't resist; instead, she obediently nestled into that warm embrace.

She wrapped her arms around Zhou Tian's waist and buried her face in front of him.

Warm tears silently soaked Zhou Tian's tattered clothes.

She shook her head, then nodded.

She shook her head because she didn't want her junior brother to see her in such a vulnerable state.

I nodded because of... the fear, despair, and humiliation of these past few days.

Upon seeing Zhou Tian, ​​he finally erupted completely.

Zhou Tian didn't say anything, he just gently patted her back and let her cry.

The mountain wind blew by, stirring up the dust from the ruins.

In the distance, a few surviving monks from Tianyin Temple hid behind the ruins, trembling and barely daring to breathe.

They witnessed firsthand the abbot, elders, and guardian deities...

All the powerful figures in the temple were reduced to ashes by that gray longsword.

The way he looked at Zhou Tian at that moment was as if he were looking at a demon god who had returned from hell.

Zhou Tian ignored those ants.

He held Lin Qingyu in his arms, his gaze slowly sweeping across the entire Tianyin Temple.

The once magnificent palace is now just ruins.

The towering mountain gate, reaching ten zhang high, was reduced to fragments; thirteen of the eighteen pagodas collapsed; the scripture pavilion burned in the aftershocks; and precious Buddhist scriptures were reduced to ashes.

The air was filled with the smells of blood, burnt food, and a faint scent of incense.

That was the last lingering fragrance emanating from the broken incense burner.