Not only Xiao Fuxuan, but others who understood formations could also tell that this was a giant formation.

All giant formations have a formation's eye.

The formation's eye often holds the most crucial formation stone, or the most vital spirit talisman.

The formation stone is often engraved with the seal of the person who set up the formation, revealing its creator at a glance.

A spirit talisman, on the other hand, would state the purpose of the giant formation. If it were a suppression formation, the talisman would bear the name of the one being suppressed, so as to avoid harming others by mistake.

Therefore, when people from the Immortal Sects encounter a formation array, they have a habit of first looking for the formation's eye.

Yi Wusheng watched the intersecting flows of light on the ground, discerning them carefully. After a moment, he frowned and pointed, "The eye of this formation... is over there."

The young disciples looked up and saw that he was pointing not just anywhere, but precisely at the Immortal-Deposing Terrace behind the bright blue flames.

"This..."

"Isn't this a bit too direct? Is it really there?"

"To be honest, I figured it out just now too, but I thought it was just a diversion."

The young disciples couldn't believe it.

Because generally speaking, the person who sets up a formation, fearing it might be destroyed, would put some effort into hiding the formation's eye in a secret place, somewhere unexpected.

This giant formation did the complete opposite—any discerning person could see that the Immortal-Deposing Terrace was the center of the formation array, and the creator had actually placed the formation's eye right there.

This was almost inconceivable.

And because it was so inconceivable, they didn't dare believe it, always feeling that they had missed something or miscalculated.

For a time, no one acted rashly. Because with some large formations, a slight change in one place, even just moving a piece of gravel or a flower petal, could make a world-shaking difference.

"Perhaps the person who set up the formation guessed that we would think this way?" a young disciple muttered in a low voice.

Yi Wusheng shook his head gently. "A formation of this magnitude wouldn't be so reckless."

The young disciple said, "Senior has a point. If this was set up intentionally, the creator must have the disposition of a gambler."

Yi Wusheng: "So it probably wasn't done intentionally, but out of necessity."

Then why would it be necessary?

Was it because their Spirit Essence was weak when setting up the formation, insufficient to support the complexity of hiding the eye deeper? Or were they interrupted by some accident while placing the eye, and so finished in a hurry?

Bang—

While everyone was still racking their brains, a loud bang suddenly erupted in the circular chamber.

Bang—

There was another.

They jumped in shock and followed the sound, discovering that the loud bang came from the Immortal-Deposing Terrace.

Bang—

When the third bang sounded, everyone saw it. The Yao Palace and the Immortal-Deposing Terrace jumped violently. The plaque, of which only a corner had remained, fell completely, smashing into dust on the stone steps before Yao Palace's hall.

If the Yao Palace and the Immortal-Deposing Terrace were like an exquisite coffin, then the current tremors were like the sealed thing inside the coffin had suddenly awakened and was now hammering the lid, trying to get out.

Bang—

When the fourth bang sounded, the few young disciples from the Immortal Sects leaped to their feet!

"Not good! Be careful!"

They drew the swords from their backs and formed sword seals, taking their stances. Countless shimmering white flying swords circled around them, their tips aimed straight at the Immortal-Deposing Terrace, ready to be unleashed at any moment—

Suddenly, a fierce wind rose from the ground, and a humming sound filled the air.

An immense force swept past everyone, like tens of thousands of sharp blades, rushing straight toward the Immortal-Deposing Terrace.

"It's the formation!"

"The formation has activated!"

The giant formation in the circular chamber suddenly lit up, activating with a hum at the same time the Immortal-Deposing Terrace trembled.

At a time like this, the giant formation was merciless. It would not care that there were living people inside; it only had countless killing moves.

A tremendous pressure, like Mount Tai crashing down, smashed down without any warning!

A huge rumbling sound echoed continuously. The vibrating Immortal-Deposing Terrace was pressed into the ground inch by inch by the pressure, its base wedging deeper amidst flying debris.

But the people were in a much worse state.

"Aaaah—" The shrill, ear-piercing screams of Gao Er and the others rang out.

Under the pressure, their severed limbs broke apart section by section, becoming completely misshapen.

The young disciples held their swords with both hands, bracing them above, but were still forced to bend over by the immense pressure.

The senior brother, bearing the brunt of it, arched his back and spat out a mouthful of blood with a "pfft."

Yi Wusheng wanted to help, but he could barely fend for himself.

The pressure struck him, making his remnant soul turbulent. The black cloth over his mouth and nose could barely hold, and a tearing sound was heard. If it ripped completely and that breath was forced out, he would be buried here.

Just as the second wave of pressure was about to hit, everyone suddenly heard the clear cry of a sword.

In the next instant, a bright light shot across overhead. A huge sword shadow formed a barrier, blocking the second wave of pressure.

The pressure smashed against the sword shadow, sending golden light splashing everywhere. The sound of the impact resounded throughout Great Sorrow Valley.

The people under the sword shadow's protection instinctively flinched and closed their eyes. When they opened them again, they found that the sword shadow was as solid as a rock, standing firm and unmoved.

At the same time, several more identical sword shadows surrounded them, enclosing them securely within.

The giant formation's killing moves continued unabated, but within the sword shadows, they could not get close by even an inch.

That was Xiao Fuxuan's Sword Intent.

The few young disciples from the Immortal Sects supported each other, coughed up the blood in their throats, and were just about to say, "Thank you, Senior, for your help," when they looked up and saw the faintly visible character "Mian" on the sword shadows.

The young disciple: "..."

The young disciple: "???"

They stared blankly for a moment, then whipped their heads around to look at Xiao Fuxuan, the movement so forceful they almost coughed up another mouthful of blood.

The youngest one said softly, "Senior brother, I can recite the Famous Swords Registry."

Senior brother: "...Who can't."

There were two illustrated registries that disciples of the various Immortal Sects often read: one was the Immortals Registry, the other was the Famous Swords Registry. They had memorized them by heart, only to find out at the crucial moment that they were completely useless.

They couldn't recognize a single one of the thirty-three god statues in this circular chamber. High Immortal Tianxiu himself was right beside them, and they had been calling him 'Senior' this and 'Senior' that for so long, only recognizing him now.

"The portraits in the Immortals Registry are really not accurate at all," the young disciple finished, then mumbled, "But... but didn't the High Immortal perish?"

Could it be that he came back to life without anyone knowing? Can one live again after perishing?

He was completely bewildered, his mind full of questions. Then he heard his senior brother, who was just as clueless, say, "I don't know. Look at his neck, he doesn't have the Mian character seal from the Immortals Registry."

"Could it be he's not the real person?"

"You're asking me? Who do I ask?" The senior brother thought for a moment and added, "But, if he weren't the real person, he wouldn't be able to use his Mian Character Sword, right? These immortal swords all recognize their masters."

They looked again at the sword at Xiao Fuxuan's waist, this time very carefully. It was indeed the same as the one in the Famous Swords Registry.