Immortal Dao is dead, I am the mastermind behind it all.

The information had just been released when the remaining cultivators, whether they were struggling to hold on by flying their swords within the water curtain or defending against attacks from demonic beasts on their magic boats, were caught off guard.

Even the leaders of the various factions, large and small, who were originally pursuing their own agendas, all fell into a deathly silence.

Immediately following was an uncontrollable, overwhelming rage!

"So...so my whole family was just medicinal herbs for that old demon, the Wild Goose Formation!" A cultivator, his eyes bloodshot, roared at the sky while holding his relative who had been drained into a dried corpse.

"I knew it! The Guardians of the Way are a bunch of good-for-nothings. There must be something fishy about Inspector Jiang's death!" said the cultivator who had met Jiang Zhiqi once before.

"Promotion! Prefectural Government! How dare you sit idly by and even condone this!" The angry roar was also directed at the prefectural government's protective shield, which was still barely holding on.

"And the Biyang Sword Sect! The demon race! The rubble of the old era is rolling out of the Great World of Mountains and Seas!"

Fear, despair, sorrow—all the pent-up emotions were transformed into the same power at this moment.

Destroy the core of the formation and slay the mastermind!

Without any further calculations or wishful thinking, the surviving cultivators reached an unprecedented consensus.

If that man-eating demonic tree is not destroyed, everyone will die, and everyone's souls will become stepping stones for True Lord Yanzhen to ascend to the Divine Transformation stage!

Furthermore, if one obtains the final Dao Fruit of the Great Array for Refining the Gods of All Beings, one can achieve the Transformation into a God in one step!

Who wouldn't want that?

Suddenly, someone let out a deafening roar: "Destroy that demonic tree!"

That shout was like a spark that ignited a prairie fire.

"Destroy that demonic tree!!"

"Slay the old demon of the Wild Goose Formation! And his lackey Gao Sheng!"

"Drive the demons out of Langya Prefecture!"

The remaining light shone from every corner of the waves, like a meteor shower flowing against the current, breaking free from the sea's constraints, tearing apart the obstruction of numerous demonic beasts, and ignoring the red light of the Refining God Array that was still drawing life force from it.

With a tragic and resolute attitude, they shot towards the enormous demonic tree that was faintly visible in the sea from all directions!

Sword light, magical artifacts, talismans, and even secret techniques activated at the cost of burning one's life.

All the forces still at our disposal now have only one goal.

Jiang Qingshui took the lead, and his sword energy was more intense than ever before.

Some cultivators who had originally left at the Purple Mansion Realm also returned, carrying their most treasured magical artifacts.

Even some low-level cultivators, riding their unstable flying swords, charged resolutely toward the death zone.

At this moment, the will of all the cultivators in Kongsang County and the surrounding major cities was united as never before.

Shen Moyan, who initiated all of this, also mingled among the group to confuse Gao Sheng.

He was neither at the forefront nor at the back.

He cleverly positioned himself in the middle to rear of the charging column.

This position allowed him to have a large number of cultivators in front of him as the primary target to draw fire, while also enabling him to clearly observe the ever-changing situation of the entire battle.

Like a master strategist, he constructs a dynamic battlefield map in his mind from three perspectives in real time, anticipating and avoiding the riskiest path in advance.

"Now you can't sit still anymore, can you?"

Amidst the crowd, Shen Moyan raised his middle finger towards the prefectural governor's mansion.

Even the darkest depths of the sea can be illuminated by a single spark.

"presumptuous!!"

A loud shout echoed throughout the entire Kongsang County.

The curtain of water falling from the sky remained, but the surging sea surface began to recede.

A figure in blue robes emerged from the churning sea of ​​clouds. Shen Moyan's divine sense could not see his face, but he could feel his gaze.

His gaze, as cold as ancient ice, swept indifferently over the vast inferno he had created with his own hands, and the ants still desperately charging towards the human-faced fruit tree.

In an instant, Shen Moyan knew the person's identity.

True Lord of the Wild Goose Formation, Zheng Quan!

"You guessed right, this is the place he chose to take the first step to the Nascent Soul stage," Shen Moyan pondered.

Langya Prefecture is so large, with ten array points for the opponent to choose from, but he chose Kongsang County instead.

Without a word, the man in blue formed an ancient and sinister hand seal, emanating a terrifying aura.

As the seal was completed, the human-faced fruit tree at the bottom of the sea, which bore the remains of hundreds of millions of living beings, underwent a terrifying transformation.

Its trunk emitted a deep rumble like a prehistoric beast awakening, while the human-face fruits on its surface emitted sharp wails, and the trunk expanded and grew taller at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The thick root system, like giant dragons reborn, tears through the earth, penetrates the seabed, and seizes the deeper spiritual energy of the earth's veins.

The giant tree instantly grew to a height that easily surpassed any mountain in the sea. Its massive canopy rose from the sea like a newly formed, dark green landmass, carrying an overwhelming force that pushed the towering, turbulent waves away.

Those cultivators who were still charging forward were like those who had crashed into an unshakeable living city wall. They were instantly blasted away by the force, coughing up blood and flying backward.

Next, the water curtain in the sky transformed into spears, which fell like rain.

Countless water spears pierced through the cultivators' magical boats and protective spiritual shields, exploding into sprays of blood.

The cultivators who hid in the sea were not spared either. The omnipresent seawater squeezed them, as if holding them in the palm of a hand and then mercilessly crushing them.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of cultivators perished.

As Shen Moyan dodged, he pushed aside the corpse of the cultivator who had fallen in front of him, staring at the towering tree emerging from the water with a gloomy expression.

"The formation is incredibly powerful..."

Heaven and earth joined forces; at this moment, the vast ocean seemed to have gained sentience, helping True Lord Yanzhen resist the cultivators and ensuring the smooth progress of his plan.

The Wild Goose Formation True Lord is using his own strength and formations to fight against all cultivators.

"It seems I need to put learning formations on the agenda."

Just as Shen Moyan was pondering, a streak of light appeared from the prefect's mansion and leaped out of the sea.

"Fellow Daoists of Guicang, if you don't act now, when will you?" Gao Sheng's voice echoed across the sea.

Including Gao Sheng, the four cultivators with the aura of the Gui Cang Realm rushed towards the blue-robed man like meteors.

"Overturning Sea Palm!"

A palm print thousands of feet long struck the human-faced tree that had leaped out of the sea, causing it to tremble, and scattered human-faced fruits fell into the sea from above.

"Fire erupts!"

A pillar of fire shot towards the giant tree, but was blocked by the protective shield it generated.

"The Heavenly Mountains fall!"

The mountains on the seabed were uprooted in large swathes and crashed down on the sea of ​​clouds where the man in blue was located.

Between the sea and the sky, a series of loud shouts rang out.

A dazzling array of magical phenomena unfolded.

The remaining cultivators, having calmed down, were stunned.

This is a great battle between cultivators in the Guizang Realm.

How fortunate they are to be here and witness this battle!

Shen Moyan, however, turned his attention to Shen Yi, who was in the Construction Department.

"It seems that Gao Sheng is not the only True Lord who has his eye on Zheng Quan's Nascent Soul Dao Fruit."

Those True Lords appeared almost simultaneously, their actions incredibly decisive, not at all like a spur-of-the-moment decision.

"But there are too few cultivators at the Guizang Realm who have come; ninety percent of them are fighting against the demon race." His expression was solemn.

On the map inside the Construction Bureau, outside the territory of Kongsang County, there were dozens of intense magical fluctuations.

This is tricky. If things continue like this, True Monarch Yanzhen is very likely to reach the Divine Transformation stage in one step.

If the Wild Goose Formation True Lord succeeds, Gao Sheng will overturn the table and give Zheng Quan a severe beating with those 270,000 Fire Melting Pearls.

"What would happen if I could obtain that Nascent Soul Dao Fruit?" Shen Moyan gazed at the growing giant tree, lost in thought.

No matter how you look at it, this is not a situation that Shen Moyan, a mere Transcendent Mortal, could possibly be involved in.

"No, I have a chance..."

Shen Moyan paused for a moment, then spread his hands.

The demonic energy from the "Heavenly Demon Transformation Technique" was pulsating in his left palm, like a captivating courtesan, drawing his attention.

Then a blood-red gourd was taken out of his storage ring and appeared in his right palm, resonating with the demonic energy.