However, those three figures had retreated from the Imperial City's main hall but had not gone far.
Instead, they moved silently around the towering Imperial City.
In the hands of the three, each held several unremarkable pitch-black stones.
Every time they reached a corner, they pressed a stone into the ground.
Once the stones entered the soil, not a single trace of them remained.
But the Black-Robed Person finally couldn't hold back and said suspiciously, "With just these few broken stones, is it really useful?"
Upon hearing this.
The old Man looked sideways indifferently and glanced at him: "If you hadn't been so talkative in the hall just now, why would we need to plan again?"
"Uh..."
The old Man sighed helplessly and continued: "This Formation was obtained from the ruins of the Donghua Sect. Although it's a fragment, it's extremely overbearing. Once the Formation is complete, no matter what kind of monsters or ghosts they are, as long as they are still in the realm of Ascending the Tower, they will instantly fall into a daze; it's just a matter of how long."
"At that time, one person will act, and you and I will support from the side. Even if it's just for a few breaths, it's enough to capture those two under that old Daoist's nose..."
Hearing this explanation.
The Black-Robed Person curled his lips sheepishly, knowing he was in the wrong.
He didn't dare say more.
After about the time it takes for a few sticks of incense to burn.
The three met again in one place.
A cold light flashed in the old Man's eyes: "It's almost time. You two, who will do it?"
"Gaga..."
The Black-Robed Person gave a strange laugh and stepped forward: "Naturally, it's me..."
Before he finished speaking.
The other Man, who had been silent for a long time, said in a deep voice: "I'll go."
The Black-Robed Person looked over in shock.
Only to see the Man curl his lip and mock: "I'm afraid someone will be talkative again and ruin the big plan."
"You motherf..."
Seeing the two about to argue again.
The old Man felt a headache coming on.
If he had known this fellow was like this, why would he have teamed up with him in the first place?
Something that's more likely to fail than succeed!
"Enough, enough!"
The old Man waved his hand impatiently.
"Let him go. You and I will watch and support from the side... If that Thirteen Wu reacts, we will deal with him for a bit, but we must never linger in the fight."
Hearing these words.
Although the Black-Robed Person was indignant, he also knew that now was not the time to act on impulse, so he could only nod resentfully.
The old Man took a deep breath and kept his voice very low: "I will start the grand Formation in a moment. At that time, there will be a loud noise above the Imperial City, and golden light will suddenly appear. Under the shroud of the Formation, no matter who it is, they will be dazed for a moment."
He paused and turned his gaze to the silent Man.
"Take this opportunity to rush into the Imperial City with all your strength and capture the Emperor and the Old Ancestor. Remember, there must not be the slightest hesitation."
The Man just nodded indifferently.
"Mhm."
"Fine, then let's begin."
A fierce light flashed in the old Man's eyes, and he slowly held up three withered fingers.
"Listen to my command."
"Three."
"Two."
"One..."
The moment the words fell.
The Man's figure suddenly turned into a stream of light, silently and rapidly sweeping toward the Imperial City.
At the same time.
The old Man's expression turned solemn, his hands formed seals, and he muttered incantations.
Boom—
A dull, loud bang exploded from the sky.
The Black-Robed Person subconsciously looked up toward the sky above the Imperial City.
Sure enough.
A piercing golden light lit up, tearing through the night curtain and dyeing half the sky golden.
But... the Black-Robed Person's brows furrowed tightly.
The golden light only flashed rapidly and then there was no more movement.
"What's the situation?"
Why did it stop?
A sense of unease rose in his heart, and he turned his head in confusion to look at the old Man beside him.
The next moment.
The Black-Robed Person's pupils instantly shrank to the size of mung beans.
"This, this, this..."
He saw that the old Man beside him had somehow lost half of his body.
From the left shoulder down to the right hip up, it was a bloody mess, having been sliced in half diagonally.
And his Primordial Spirit was floating out of that broken Physical Body, looking at him blankly.
Clearly, this old Man himself didn't know what had just happened.
The instinct of many years of living on the edge of a blade made it impossible for him to even think about what happened.
Black mist around him exploded, and his figure subconsciously wanted to retreat violently.
However.
A brilliant golden light had appeared before his eyes at some point.
"You..."
Boom—
The Black-Robed Person's entire head instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
At the same time.
The stream of light that was about to rush into the Imperial City also suddenly stalled.
A Figure in Black appeared out of thin air behind him.
Fingers like hooks, she casually gripped the Man's crown.
Crack.
A crisp sound.
The light in the Man's eyes instantly dimmed, and his body slumped down like limp mud.
In a flash.
Three Tower-Ascending Martial Immortalss, their Physical Bodies completely destroyed!
Such a huge disturbance instantly alerted all the Cultivators in Chang'an City.
Countless gazes were fixed on the sky above the Imperial City.
They saw that above the Nine Heavens.
A figure had appeared at some unknown time.
Ink-colored black robes billowed in the strong wind.
Rolling black mist surged around her, like an abyss or a prison.
Within the mist, divine lights of gold and red flickered in and out, like a Dragon's breath.
The girl stood in the sky, her expression indifferent.
Her eyes coldly looked down at the Imperial City below.
"..."
Three Primordial Spirits huddled together, looking at the girl with suspicion and fear.
The Black-Robed Primordial Spirit said haltingly: "Did you... just start the grand Formation?"
The old Man's Primordial Spirit beside him looked around blankly: "Ah..."
The Black-Robed Primordial Spirit suddenly realized.
The earth-shattering bang, the golden light tearing through the night... what kind of damn grand Formation was that!
It was clearly the momentum of this person arriving through the air!
F*ck, f*ck, f*ck!!!
This thought exploded in the minds of the three at the same time.
However.
Before they could make any move.
The Girl in Black Robes standing above the Nine Heavens slowly raised her eyelids.
Her gaze fell upon the three.
She hadn't expected... that after being away from the capital for only a short while.
This Great Tang had already changed, with so many foreign Cultivators appearing.
With the Great Tang's current methods, how could they keep this group of people in line?
If they could, how would these three people in front of her be explained?
Fortunately, she had finally brought back the Golden Body Method.
With this method, although the Great Tang still wouldn't be considered a top-tier power.
At least, it would no longer be as powerless as it was now... but.
Before that.
One more thing needed to be done.
The girl slowly raised her right hand.
Under the cracked skin, a crimson light suddenly flared up.
A malevolent red light that blotted out the sun slowly condensed behind her.
The next moment.
Jiang Yuechu flipped her wrist slightly and struck out with a hand blade.
Buzz—
The world suddenly fell silent.
A crimson crescent moon several thousand feet long appeared out of thin air.
The crescent moon was lurid and beautiful, carrying a suffocating beauty.
Yet it also contained a terrifying edge enough to tear apart heaven and earth.
"No—!!!"
The shrill scream stopped abruptly.
Under the gaze of countless eyes.
In just the blink of an eye.
The Primordial Spirits of the three Tower-Ascending Martial Immortalss shattered under that Blood Moon.
Then they turned into countless spots of light, dissipating into the world.
Jiang Yuechu slowly withdrew her hand and waved her wide sleeve.
Rolling black mist surged, sweeping up the three broken Physical Bodies scattered on the ground, along with several Storage Pouches, and stuffing them all into the hanxu bag.
Having done all this.
The girl did not land, but instead floated down onto the roof of the highest hall in the Imperial City.
Ignoring the shouts of the people below.
She just sat cross-legged on the high glazed tiles, on the Dragon's ridge that symbolized the supreme imperial power of the Great Tang.
Then she slowly closed her eyes.
At this moment.
The Emperor and the High Ancestor, who walked out of the Imperial City's main hall supporting each other, and the crowd looking up at the sky, could not hide the reverent light in their eyes as they stared intently at that straight back.
The girl's figure was not very tall.
She was far from being as dazzling as the Buddhas and Immortals enshrined in temples.
Nor was she like the Immortal Masters of Grotto-heavens who appeared with thousands of auspicious auras.
But she just sat there quietly.
This vast Chang'an City.
This city full of wind and rain.
No one dared to use their previous gaze anymore.
To look directly at the Great Tang.