"This way, we can undo the seal on the lower region, keep the Immortal Realm's seal intact, and block off the spatial rift at the same time. Three birds with one stone!"
Of course, the process wouldn't be easy.
"That's… actually a new approach."
Song Wanníng lowered her head, carefully studying the method Mo Yang Xiānzūn had proposed.
They'd shift the seal's position, rerouting it to connect the depths of the passage directly to the Immortal Realm. That way, they could separate the lower region completely. If it worked, the storm linking the two worlds might vanish altogether.
Xuan Yan leaned over, his eyes flickering with surprise as he studied the formation before them. If it really worked like that, the lower region's seal could definitely be undone. And once it was, the lower region's energy would recover, and the two worlds might finally be rejoined.
"I agree with Xiānjūn's idea, but this method of moving the seal…"
Since it was her first time dealing with seals, Song Wanníng didn't know much about them, so she had to rely on Mo Yang Xiānzūn's judgment.
After all, he'd participated in repairing the seal several times before. No one knew its structure better than him.
"I have an idea, and it might just work." He pulled out an old book and laid it open before her. "This is the Starshifting Grand Array. It can instantly relocate any object, and it's incredibly effective on seals.
The only problem is, activating the array requires immense combined power."
Mo Yang Xiānzūn's expression grew solemn. "You'll need to find top cultivators from the human race, the beast race, the ghost race, and the demon race. Together, they must channel the array and shift the seal into the depths of the passage in one strike.
Before that, though, you'll have to set up every array node perfectly. There can't be a single mistake.
As for me, I'll maintain the upper seal. If anything goes wrong, I'll immediately stop the transfer. You'll only get one chance, understand?"
His tone was direct. If the Immortal Realm's seal even showed signs of collapse, he'd cut off the transfer instantly, no matter what. If that happened, everything Song Wanníng worked for would go to waste. But he had no choice. He had to think of the countless immortals depending on that seal.
Once he'd explained the plan, Mo Yang Xiānzūn went quiet, giving her time to think.
This transfer was going to be dangerous, not just because of the unstable seal, but because she'd need to gather those people—and convince them to risk their lives for it.
"To activate the array, you'll be walking into deadly danger. Anyone who helps you will be risking their life too," he added, leaving the final decision entirely to her.
Song Wanníng fell silent. It wasn't an easy problem to solve, but if she gave up now, the chance to restore both realms would be lost forever.
So even if it meant facing death, she couldn't back down.
"Xiānjūn, I'm willing to try."
After a long pause, she finally spoke, her tone steady and resolute.
"Good."
Mo Yang Xiānzūn wasn't surprised at all. He immediately stood up.
"Then let's start setting up the array."
He took out flags and tools for formation work, then gave her a copy of the array's pattern.
"Do you know anything about formations?"
The Starshifting Grand Array wasn't the most complex one, but because it was meant to relocate such a massive seal, it demanded high-level precision and strength.
They'd need to expand its scale and refine its grade.
"A little," she said with a nod.
Xuan Yan quietly nodded too. As a craftsman, formations weren't foreign to him either.
"Good. Then let's move."
Without wasting time, Mo Yang Xiānzūn led them back through the storm and into the passage. Their first task was to set the formation deep inside the passage, then handle the area near the eye of the storm.
They got to work quickly.
The little ones behaved sensibly, helping to clear out the surrounding monsters so the group could focus on the array.
But the monsters seemed to sense what was happening. They attacked more viciously than ever.
Song Wanníng's gaze hardened. She struck down the monsters while setting up formation nodes exactly as marked. Only now did she realize how profound Mo Yang Xiānzūn's understanding of formations really was. His mastery might even rival that of Senior Feng Jiuxiao.
She was reminded once again that this world would never lack geniuses—and that progress was no excuse for arrogance.
…
Time passed, and under Mo Yang Xiānzūn's lead, Song Wanníng and Xuan Yan reached the deepest part of the passage.
There, she saw the spatial rift with her own eyes.
The moment she appeared, a wave of malicious intent washed over her, so sharp that even Mo Yang Xiānzūn frowned.
That killing intent, that deep loathing—even Xuan Yan felt it and gave her a startled glance.
What was behind that rift? Why did it hate Song Wanníng so much?
She straightened her back, letting her aura burst out in defiance. Then she provoked it on purpose. Even if she couldn't hurt it, she'd piss it off just for the satisfaction.
Sure enough, the malice thickened, and more monsters crawled out from the rift.
"Pathetic. Can't fix yourself, so you're leeching off other worlds for their Luck! You deserve to rot!"
Furious now, Song Wanníng sliced through the monsters while yelling at the rift.
"Just wait. Every single one of your plans will fail, and you'll end up wiped out, erased by time itself!"
Once a Heavenly Dao was destroyed, it could never be reborn.
The Heavenly Dao of the Mùsù star system must've been desperate, trying every dirty trick to patch itself up using nearby worlds. If that failed, it'd try to invade them instead. That was why there were so many invaders—mere puppets sent to act in its place.
Now that the Mùsù Heavenly Dao sensed her, the one disrupting its plans, it naturally wanted her dead. But Song Wanníng wasn't the type to take things quietly. She shot back with even more biting words, mocking it nonstop. Her voice came fast, sharp, and relentless, dripping with sarcasm.
The Mùsù Heavenly Dao nearly lost its mind from fury, but all it could do was drive the monsters to attack more wildly.
Mo Yang Xiānzūn watched her taunting the rift, a strange look flickering in his eyes. When they first met, she'd been composed, mature, and tough—her aura heavy with killing intent. Now that darkness was gone, replaced by something far more alive. "This," he thought, "was what her age should've looked like."
As the monsters grew more violent, Mo Yang Xiānzūn had to stop working on the array and focus fully on fighting them off.
That gave Song Wanníng and Xuan Yan space to continue setting the formation. Their teamwork ended up smoother that way.
Still, the Starshifting Grand Array demanded time and immense mental focus. Before long, Song Wanníng's head began to throb. Her spiritual power was being drained dry. She popped one pill after another into her mouth, forcing herself to stay sharp enough to keep the array running.