Chapter 1776. The Omen of a Great Victory? The Fourth Killing Formation of All Time
The white-robed figure, holding the two child attendants, appeared in the distance. As Ling Yuling sized him up, he also observed her, and a look of understanding soon appeared on his face.
“I had been wondering which figure the Anti-Heaven Alliance would send to deal with me. I didn’t expect it to be you.”
He had clearly recognized Ling Yuling’s identity. His tone carried a hint of surprise, but far more calm indifference, as if he didn’t care much.
Ling Yuling said nothing. Her gaze was cold, as though trying to see through the true identity of the white-robed figure.
In today’s vast cosmos, powerful experts were as numerous as clouds, and many figures from ancient eras had reappeared.
The white-robed figure before her was clearly one such ancient being. There was even a faint aura about him that felt somewhat familiar to her.
But who exactly he was, she could not determine.
“A sage who once resisted the dark calamity—why now assist evil?” The white-robed figure suddenly sighed.
Ling Yuling looked at him calmly and said, “Such is the trend of the times. To follow it is human nature. Moreover, the Orthodox Alliance colludes with dark creatures, bringing disaster upon all beings. All realms seek to destroy it—how can that be called assisting evil?”
The white-robed figure laughed. “Well said—‘such is the trend.’ Then let me see what ability a sage of the past truly possesses.”
As he spoke, his robes expanded, absorbing the two children. Then he stepped forward, his dharma body stretching to immense height, towering like ten thousand zhang. A terrifying hand descended, covering everything.
The space-time between them silently collapsed and vanished.
With no further words, Ling Yuling struck again.
Her pale, jade-like fingers glowed with divine brilliance. Dao laws circulated, chaos energy surged, and her strike descended like an entire universe rolling forward, carrying immeasurable power capable of annihilating all matter.
When their palms collided, it was as though time was severed and ages erased. All matter evaporated, and the universe was instantly riddled with devastation.
“As expected of a sage—though no longer at your peak, you still possess such strength,” the white-robed figure praised.
With a flick of his sleeve, endless sword radiance burst forth, forming a boundless sea of sword energy that surged toward Ling Yuling.
Her gaze remained indifferent. Her slender hand transformed into a universe, resisting the ining tide of swords.
At the same time, chaos energy erupted from her palm, evolving into all things, endlessly cycling, suffused with the aura of the Great Dao.
She seemed like a true Dao Ancestor, standing above all realms, enlightening all beings.
Boom!
A terrifying explosion erupted before them, as if the creation of heaven and earth itself were being reenacted—chaos shattered, worlds were born, and then returned to nothingness.
In just a few breaths, they had demonstrated countless Dao techniques.
The river of time appeared around them, then froze and vanished, evaporated pletely.
At their level, the rules and laws of the world no longer held meaning.
Any Dao Realm expert witnessing this would be utterly speechless—this was beyond the scope of ordinary Ancestor Dao Realm.
They were like true progenitors of all Dao, creating entire paths with a mere gesture.
Such Dao carried overwhelming pressure, easily crushing other Dao Realm beings.
In the aftermath of their clash, countless great worlds were born and destroyed. The fluctuations rippled across time itself, spreading through endless dimensions.
Throughout the vast cosmos, countless powerful beings sensed it, all shaken.
On the distant battlefield where the Anti-Heaven Alliance and the Orthodox Alliance clashed, countless cultivators trembled under this pressure, their legs weakening as they nearly collapsed.
This was a clash of truly supreme beings. Each of them alone could easily change the course of the war.
Boom!
A nine-tiered exquisite pagoda appeared in the white-robed figure’s palm, radiating nine-colored light. Each layer emitted a different brilliance as it descended, rumbling as if suppressing the Dao itself beneath it.
The pagoda was extraordinary, forged from rare Dao materials, glowing with immortal light and covered in Dao runes. In an instant, it expanded to the size of the universe, suppressing Ling Yuling.
She showed no fear. With a sharp clang, she stepped forward, sovereign over all, forming a hand seal and striking the pagoda directly, as if to shatter it.
A deafening explosion rang out across time itself. The pagoda was sent flying by her strike.
Ripples of time spread, disturbing countless timelines. Their figures vanished from the cosmos and reappeared beyond it, their power vast and boundless.
Terrifying visions surrounded them—scenes of the birth of heaven and earth, of great tribulations, of ancient eras—all reflecting their presence.
This was a true peak battle of the Ancestor Dao Realm. Countless experts from both alliances watched in shock.
“To fight Senior Yuling for so long… who is this mysterious white-robed figure?”
“Could he also be an ancient sage?”
“Or is he the mastermind behind the Orthodox Alliance?”
On ancient warships, high-ranking members of the Anti-Heaven Alliance were stunned. Even figures like Mu Fuguang and Tong Xian were surprised.
Ling Yuling was one of the few in the Anti-Heaven Alliance—aside from Gu Changge—who could make them feel threatened.
Yet now she faced a formidable opponent she could not quickly defeat. Moreover, they sensed that there were likely more powerful beings hidden within the Orthodox Alliance.
“The one behind the Orthodox Alliance must have an extraordinary background to gather so many powerful figures,” Mu Fuguang thought, her mind restless.
She had personally witnessed Gu Changge’s overwhelming strength.
Could the mastermind behind the Orthodox Alliance possess similar means?
Though she prided herself as nearly unrivaled, the emergence of both alliances had revealed many hidden, powerful beings.
Clearly, the depths of the cosmos were far greater than she had imagined. Meanwhile, on the battlefield, the fighting grew even more intense.
Both armies surged forward fearlessly, their killing intent forming dark clouds across the universe.
Chu Heng, the Bone Ancestor King, and others had already arrived with reinforcements.
The battle had reached a critical point.
If the Anti-Heaven Alliance could break through the Orthodox Alliance’s defensive line today, it would tear open a gap, allowing their forces to sweep forward unstoppable.
This would mark the beginning of a great victory.
Across countless worlds, civilizations watched anxiously.
Warships and armies poured in from all directions, turning the cosmos into a sea of war.
From the highest vantage point, one would see endless armies like oceans colliding, blood staining the heavens, corpses and shattered weapons filling space.
Such a scene would be etched into history.
In the central palace of the Orthodox Alliance, many obscure figures watched through a mirror reflecting the heavens.
Jiang Yun, the Alliance Leader and emperor of the Weiyang Immortal Dynasty, stood silently, observing.
“It seems no accidents will occur,” a middle-aged man in robes said calmly.
Zhao Xiuyan stood behind him, her gaze flickering.
“Where did the Alliance Leader find this mysterious senior? Judging by his confidence, dealing with Ling Yuling should be certain.”
Ancient figures looked towards Jiang Yun, but he said nothing.
Beyond the world, the battle intensified.
The white-robed figure formed seals, his primordial spirit glowing brilliantly. A vague phantom appeared, as if seated in ancient time, gathering power across ages.
Ling Yuling responded fearlessly, striking with her Dao sword. The terrifying sword light cut through everything, as if ing from ancient time itself.
Boom!
Their attacks collided with world-shattering force.
The white-robed figure groaned, blood flowing from his brow as he retreated, surprise flashing across his face.
Ling Yuling seized the moment, striking again.
Her sword light, infused with time itself, froze the worlds and pierced straight through his chest—too fast to evade.
Yet the white-robed figure showed no pain, no blood flowing.
Instead, he smiled.
“You’ve fallen into the trap…”
Ling Yuling’s expression changed as she realized something and immediately retreated.
But she was too late.
The white-robed figure’s body exploded into fragments of light, transforming into countless Dao symbols.
These symbols rearranged, drawing upon the power of heaven and earth. From the void, chains burst forth, extending across space-time.
They absorbed cosmic energy and wrapped around Ling Yuling, binding her limbs.
Each chain burned with black flames, as if from the depths of the underworld, twisting even Dao runes.
Behind the chains, a vast, ancient gate appeared—leading to an unknown dimension.
As the gate slowly opened, Ling Yuling was dragged towards it.
“The Fourth Killing Formation of all time… how is it in your hands…?”
Her face filled with shock.
“It was meant for the leader of the Anti-Heaven Alliance,” the white-robed figure sighed, reforming in the distance.
“But since you appeared, I have no choice but to use it on you.”
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