In the ship cabin, the dark hand "Marquis Wen An" finally couldn’t sit still.
The flickering lights within intensified into a radiant brilliance, followed by the loud slamming of windows opening simultaneously.
Suddenly visible inside, there were no tables, chairs, candlesticks, or lamps as before, but a world of bright light.
Peering in through the open windows, there were flowing clouds over Qingshan and the raging Nu River, sunny and clear, a panoramic landscape, as if they were ship passengers gazing through one window after another into another world.
In an instant, that serene and peaceful sunlit world inside, with its mountains and rivers, trembled as the Nu River crashed against the shore, raising waves like snowy peaks, followed by flashes of lightning and thunder, fierce winds howling, causing the entire world to erupt into chaos.
And then it was seen,
A series of muffled booms resounded.
The so-called white light in the cabin trembled, rippling like the surface of a calm lake, and then faded into nothingness like an illusion, revealing the small realm of three-inch space clearly.
The sealed golden light acted like a spatial barrier, trapping this world within it, while the enclosed realm erupted with tidal waves and soaring mountains, bombarding the "spatial barrier" formed by golden light.
The three Great Protectors holding the Mountain-cutting Banner led the Three Talents Trapped Dragon Formation, and under such bombardment, the golden light runes leapt wildly, flashed madly, and emitted a buzzing sound.
The three Protectors’ Dharma Images, leaping to action, trembled slightly under the shock of this mighty and turbulent force, issuing low growls from their throats, flesh bulging with veins as they stabilized their True Qi.
"Brother Chen, this is the work of creation, we three brothers can barely hold on!"
Chen Yuan’s gaze burned as he looked up at the distant storm eye spanning the heavens and the earth, and then lowered his head to look at the massive ship bound by the Trapped Dragon Rope, relentlessly attempting to break free from its seal, snorting furiously through his nose.
With a sudden thrust of his other hand downward, a green-gold beam shot out, followed by a small green-gold tower emerging within.
This nine-tiered tower roared forth, expanding in the wind to tens of zhangs in size, its aura vibrating like retribution, with numerous fierce demon sculptures coming to life, seeming ready to break free from the carvings.
Hundreds upon thousands of demon heads roared, boiling under the yellow sand of night, with nine especially fierce Great Demons half-emerging from the fifth-tier carvings, inhaling Demonic Qi, their Demon Power shaking the air.
Four of these were killed by Chen Yuan upon returning from Weiyuan Pass, slain outside the border, while the other five were captured in the battle at Qingshan County; the impressions of these Great Demons were etched onto the carvings, testament to Chen Yuan’s ferocity and achievements.
Even peering into the fifth tier, two figures were seen pierced by golden light chains through their skulls and scapulae, suffering imprisonment, wailing day and night.
The Demon Suppression Tower spun, vibrating with sealing power, reinforcing the prohibition from above as thousands of demons roared with Demonic Qi roaring at the sky, baring teeth and claws, rushing into the manifested world of creation below.
Simultaneously, as Chen Yuan maneuvered through the void, wielding a long spear, arcs of Five-Colored True Thunder roared downward towards the chaos.
His gaze ablaze, he formed a sword finger with one hand, pointed downward, and shouted fiercely,
"Instantaneous Flowering!"
The descending Five-Colored Thunder Tree struck the golden light shield, with arcs of lightning running over its surface, blooming into splendid Five-Colored Thunder Lotuses, each three zhang in size, densely surrounding the golden light shield.
As the mountains and waves below collided, a pillar of thunder three zhang thick shot out from the base of each lotus, shattering mountains and blasting waves apart.
Meanwhile, the Northern Sea Dragon Girl assisting in securing the formation had her gaze flash as her silver-clad sleeves waved, with a pair of Dragon Horn Swords issuing a resonant dragon roar, and then they transformed into two streams of silver light audaciously flying in.
After the two Flying Swords entered, they exploded into twin silver True Dragons, poured like silver water, spanning across like a mountain, smashing down mountains and waves.
While the five struggled to suppress the mastermind behind the Dragon Tiger Dojo, Old Man Dong of the Dragon Breeding Clan stood atop a giant Yellow Jade Gourd at the highest point, chanting aloud with hands moving in the air, below which eight thick Trapped Dragon Ropes, shimmering with blood-red runes, rattled, hanging the massive ship below, seemingly only thirty zhang long, yet heavier than a mountain, threading through cold wind and sand, according to Chen Yuan’s instruction, straight toward the nearest storm eye in the dark night!
The wind howled around them, swirling with sand and debris, cutting like a blade, and as they ventured deeper, the Wind Mastery grew sharper.
Chen Yuan led the Five Great Martial Artists, suppressing the Dragon Tiger Creation while swiftly advancing, traveling dozens of miles in a matter of breaths, continually plunging into the storm.
The sand struck their Dharma Images and Protective Spirit Lights with a relentless and piercing sound, sparking countless fire sparks, the momentum becoming ever more intense and quickly reaching a terrifying level.
Seeing the distance to the vast storm eye covering three to four miles was now only twelve or thirteen.
Ten miles, nine miles, eight miles....
As they approached the storm’s center, the intensity apparently triggered a qualitative change, reaching a certain critical point, the temperature sharply dropped, Heaven and Earth Qi nearly vanished, and the fierce Wind Mastery howled like a sinister wind, revealing a chilling cold that seeped to the bone.
The three Great Protectors of Taisui Mountain maintaining the Trapped Dragon Formation, always enduring the blows from the Dragon Tiger Dojo, had their Dharma Image Spirit Light in a delicate balance; faced with the qualitative change in the storm, they felt the wind knives penetrating, a chilling cold pressing to the bone, causing their physical bodies to ache painfully, even their Primordial Spirit Dharma Forms became sluggish, their expressions involuntarily changed as they finally understood why this place was a forbidden zone feared by even demons.