Deep within the Nine Curves Yellow River Formation, the turbid river water roared like a thundering herd.

The deafening roar seemed to shatter the heavens and earth. In an instant, rays of golden light, like agile golden dragons, charged wildly through the dense corrupt currents.

Wherever they passed, the river was stirred up, raising turbid waves several meters high. The golden light dazzled amidst the waves, exuding an eerie aura.

The Snowfield Living Buddha, suspended in midair, had his kasaya torn by the fierce wind, producing a flapping sound.

The Bodhi Beads on his wrist vigorously surged with the turbulent waves, flickering between light and dark. When the beads lit up, a mysterious halo spread, only to be swallowed by the dark waves moments later.

Grandmaster Murong wore a python robe, the golden thread at its hem was whipped upward by the fierce wind. The golden thread cast fragments of light onto the river's dark currents, like shattered stars falling into the Yellow Springs-like Yellow River waters, disappearing in a flash.

Amidst the turbid waves, a bronze cauldron emerged from the water without warning.

From the broken ear of the cauldron, dark red rust seeped out like fresh blood, slowly flowing down the cauldron's body.

The Taotie Pattern on the cauldron's belly was being gnawed at by an invisible force, distorting and twisting, resembling a ferocious Taotie struggling in pain.

The Living Buddha's expression was solemn as his fingertips rhythmically tapped on the Buddha Beads. The "tap tap" crisp sound echoed with the river's deep roar, causing the air to tremble slightly.

This commotion stirred the floating, tattered talisman paper within the formation, the cinnabar-painted talismans frantically twisted in the golden light. They intertwined, gradually piecing together a fragmented Eight Diagram, emitting a dangerous aura.

"It seems that Xu Gongming's Heavenly Demon Qi has already penetrated the array's core." Grandmaster Murong's gaze sharpened as he lightly thrust the tip of the jade tablet into the void. The motion was elegant yet carried a hint of scrutiny.

With this action, ripples spread outwards as a mirror formed from waterlight slowly emerged.

In the mirror, Xu Qing sat cross-legged in the void, surrounded by dense Demon Qi that leapt like black flames.

"Xu Gongming's Demon Technique is unparalleled; this fragmented Nine Curves Yellow River Formation probably can't stop him," Grandmaster Murong shook his head slightly, sighing leisurely.

The Snowfield Living Buddha's expression was stern as he spoke in a deep voice, "Breaking the formation is not difficult; the difficulty lies in daring to break it." His voice was clear amidst the howling wind.

Upon hearing this, Grandmaster Murong slightly raised his eyebrows and inquired, "What do you mean by that, brother?"

The Snowfield Living Buddha clasped his hands together, his expression solemn, and slowly said, "When the formation breaks, there will be no more Nine Curves of the Yellow River, flooding in all directions." His voice was deep, like a heavy hammer.

Grandmaster Murong was startled at heart, then realized that this Nine Curves Yellow River Formation daily and nightly absorbed the Yellow River Ancestral Qi, madly plundering the Great Yu Dynasty's dragon vein. If left unchecked, with its nature, it would eventually usher in the end times, plunging the Great Yu Dynasty into a state of irreparable calamity.

However, as Murong contemplated, realizing that he himself wasn't doomed, he naturally delighted in being a mere spectator. A smile swiftly appeared on his face as he praised aloud, "Such astuteness, brother."

"Buddha is merciful." The Snowfield Living Buddha nodded slightly, his expression calm.

In the midst of the fog, Xu Qing abruptly stood up, his presence suddenly changing.

An invisible surge expanded from him like ripples, swiftly spreading to the surroundings. Wherever it reached, the fog was easily torn apart like thin silk.

Ji Changxi instantaneously felt the pressure from the Nine Curves Yellow River Formation sharply diminishing, even faintly hearing the entire array emitting a "screaming and crying" sound.

"Succeeded?" Ji Changxi asked.

Xu Qing did not respond, only slowly closed his eyes, his aura becoming increasingly restrained.

In a flash, the Weiyang Sword appeared out of thin air, infused with a vast amount of Tai Chu Demon Qi, its blade radiating a brilliant light. In the realm, it gleamed a sharp white line akin to dawn breaking the east, seemingly capable of slicing through the firmament, carrying a destructive momentum, and cleaved towards the Nine Curves Yellow River Formation.

"Boom!" A deafening sound shook the entire Nine Curves Yellow River Formation violently, as if it were about to shatter the heavens and earth.

Immediately following, a huge gap appeared on the Yellow River embankment, the river water, like a dragon escaping from its cage, charged fiercely with sand and boulders, poised to wreak havoc on the land.

At this critical moment, Xu Qing swung his robe sleeve, the gesture seemingly casual but contained incomparably mighty mana. The raging water dragon appeared to be drawn by some powerful force, obediently burrowing into Xu Qing's garment.

Simultaneously, King Lin's Bull Demon stomped the ground with its hooves, emitting a muffled sound, as a force comparable to a collapsing mountain and roaring sea surged from him. With each step, the earth trembled.

Reaching the gap, the Bull Demon roared and slammed its palms onto the ground, exerting force with its hooves to forcibly close the massive gap, followed by flattening it heavily, the actions performed seamlessly, showcasing his majestic strength.

Xiong Chan, witnessing this, chanted the Buddha Mantra, and a palmful of Buddha light descended mightily. The golden Buddha light appeared tangible, filled with compassion and majesty, instantly suppressing the dissipating river waves. The initially turbulent river, under the Buddha light's embrace, gradually calmed.

Xu Qing and Ji Changxi walked out of the great formation's mist, arriving at the riverbank.

Xu Qing, expression serene, slowly spoke, "I have found a method to break this formation, but forcing it will inevitably create multiple breaches in the Yellow River, causing flooding and affecting countless lives along the banks."

The crowd listened and fell silent.

Xu Qing continued, "If this formation is not broken, its foundation will certainly weaken over time, eventually exploding. And by then, the power of the end times scattered along the Yellow River's shores will be a catastrophe for the world."

Such a catastrophe is destined to displace countless citizens, becoming a prime opportunity for religions to thrive.

The Snowfield Living Buddha's calculation is undeniably deep.

Regarding the end times, the disadvantages to cultivators are also not troubling for the Snowfield Living Buddha. He can gather incense, strengthen Buddha Country, to counteract the unfavorable outcomes caused by such actions.

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