"Chu Feng!!"
"Big Brother!!!"
Inside the Bloodline Fortune Mountain, Wang Qiang and the others watched Chu Feng with tense expressions. Little Fisher had tears welling up in her eyes, her worry palpable.
Chu Feng was even weaker than before, as though he were on the verge of death.
And no matter what medicinal pills they gave him, none of them seemed to take any effect within his body.
"Why don't we leave here first," Little Fisher's mother suggested.
Even though the Zhao Immortal Clan hadn't stopped them from departing, she worried that lingering might bring unforeseen complications.
"St-stay... stay here."
Chu Feng suddenly spoke, and it seemed as though those words had drained the last of his strength. The moment he finished, he collapsed unconscious.
"What do we do?"
Little Fisher's mother was at a loss.
In times past, she could have made the call herself — after all, she was the wife of the Sea Fisher Clan Leader. But right now, she didn't dare make that decision. Instead, she looked to her daughter.
"Listen to him," Little Fisher said.
"Since Chu Feng doesn't want you to have come here for nothing, then follow his wishes. But we need to find a safe location," Little Fisher's father added.
With that, they took Chu Feng and the others as far from the Zhao Immortal Clan's territory as possible.
What they had to do next was wait for the Yuan Yang to rise to its zenith, and then leave this place.
The Zhao Immortal Clan was also waiting for the Yuan Yang, of course.
The same floating warship. The same vast plaza.
Piercing screams, more terrible than the squealing of slaughtered pigs — but these were not pigs making the sounds. They were people. Martial cultivators.
They were the prodigies of the contemporary era.
The formations within their bodies were being forcibly extracted by the people of the Zhao Immortal Clan.
Those foaming at the mouth with rolled-back eyes were actually the ones with stronger constitutions. Those with weaker constitutions had already lost all signs of life.
But in truth, their formations were not being used for Zhao Zhuyin. Chu Feng alone had already fulfilled the requirement — the formations within Zhao Zhuyin's body were already sufficient.
Moreover, Chu Feng's formation was unique. Zhao Laoba feared that merging other people's formations might alter the properties of Chu Feng's formation, so he had simply abandoned the idea of fusing in others' formations altogether.
The sole reason they still stripped these people of their formations was purely as punishment by Zhao Laoba.
Compared to the miserable plight of the contemporary cultivators, the ancient cultivators were brimming with excitement.
They were all waiting for the Yuan Yang to rise to its zenith. After all, many among them had also received the power of formations.
Right now, Zhao Zhuyin stood atop that special palace. The members of the Zhao Immortal Clan watched her nervously from the surroundings, though they maintained a certain distance.
"Zhuyin, don't be nervous. You will definitely succeed."
Zhao Laoba also stood at a distance, cheering his daughter on.
Zhao Zhuyin merely smiled, but the smile was very unnatural — she was extremely nervous and terrified of failure. This Bloodline Fortune Mountain had been prepared by her father at great personal risk. And her father had prepared it with flawless precision. If she still failed even after all of this, she would be letting down her father and her clan — a responsibility she could not bear.
At last, the Yuan Yang rose to its zenith.
In an instant, the entire world was enveloped in dazzling radiance. The light was so blinding that those with weaker cultivation could not even open their eyes. Even a Divine Being expert like Zhao Laoba had his field of vision severely affected.
Fortunately, at this distance, he could still make out his daughter's condition.
"It's working! I knew it — Zhuyin will definitely succeed. She is the one the Zhao Immortal Clan has been waiting for."
Watching as the power of the formation within Zhao Zhuyin's body began to emanate outward under the Yuan Yang's radiance, Zhao Laoba was overjoyed.
But soon, he shifted his gaze to the spectator stands of the plaza.
On those stands, many ancient prodigies and elder-generation figures had also merged with formation power. They were all showing obvious changes now.
However, Zhao Laoba's gaze fell upon the woman named Can.
The aura she displayed was incredibly vast — far beyond anyone else in the plaza. Looking across the entire scene, only Zhao Zhuyin could reliably suppress her.