The sword formation on the seventh level of the Copper Mirror is called the [Great Sun Evil Extermination Eight Directions Sword Formation], a mountain protection array used by the Heavenly Sword Sect to suppress the Great Sun Sword Tomb.

Although the Great Sun Sword Tomb houses thousands of Sword Ghosts, it does not mean it cannot lose control.

The Death Tomb was caused by the Sword Tomb losing control, an intricate small world composed of countless taboos, even Land Immortals find it hard to handle.

To the Heavenly Sword Sect, the Night Patrol Deity losing control is inconsequential.

The key is to not affect the Great Sun Sword Tomb, so the mountain protection array did not participate in subduing the Night Patrol Deity, instead covering the seventh level of the Copper Mirror to prevent deceitful objects from entering deeper.

The Array Eye of the Great Sun Evil Extermination Eight Directions Sword Formation is the Great Sun Sword Tomb itself, but it requires Sword Cultivators to assist from within to be effective.

Currently, there are fourteen Heavenly Palace Stage Sword Cultivators within the formation, sufficient to deal with the Big Night Wander.

Providing Spiritual Power to the formation is secondary; the main aspect is their Sword Intent, which continuously generates Sword Rain for the formation.

Simultaneously, Heavenly Palace Stage Sword Cultivators can communicate with the Great Sun Sword Tomb through this, allowing their Sword Intent to transform.

For Sword Cultivators, wielding the Great Sun Evil Extermination Eight Directions Sword Formation is a rare opportunity, hence Heavenly Palace Stage Sword Cultivators eagerly rush to the mountain protection array when disaster breaks out.

Roar!!!

A Little Night Wander was pierced by Sword Qi, barely surviving on its Life Force, overwhelmed by the omnipresent Sword Rain.

The Sword Ghost lies motionless.

A sudden burst of flames consumes the fallen Sword Ghost.

Once the flames subside, the Sword Ghost's form is nowhere to be seen, having been contained by the Great Sun Sword Tomb and imprisoned within the newly rebuilt Daoist Temple.

"Fellow Daoists, how much of the Great Sun Evil Extermination Eight Directions Sword Formation's potential has been unleashed? A tenth or perhaps a tenth and a half?"

Fen Li stands at the formation's center, his body covered in twisted living bouquets, holding a thorn-like Lifebound Flying Sword [Tease], appearing the least harmed.

Heavenly Palace Stage Sword Cultivators have been competing openly and secretly for decades, yet to determine a Chief, but seven to eight individuals are already following Fen Li's lead.

Except for a few Heavenly Palace Stage Sword Cultivators, whose intention is to communicate with the Great Sun Sword Tomb through the formation, everyone else is focused on aiming for the Chief position, only to find themselves inferior to Fen Li in all aspects.

In terms of Sword Intent, Fen Li has realized the Superior Sword Intent [Soul Burning], reaching its pinnacle.

They even suspect that Fen Li is not far from advancing further, a realm rarely touched called [Mahayana].

"If you didn't hold back, the formation's power could increase by at least twenty percent."

Jiang Xi's smile is insincere, and his words carry a deep apprehension towards Fen Li, his cracked skin breathing like fish gills.

He wishes to see clearly into the town, but unfortunately, the fog lingers, impairing visibility.

"Alas, if not for fearing the fellow Daoists in the town getting affected, I wouldn't hold back either."

"Especially the Thirteen Immortals, rumored to have been brought into the Great Sun Sword Tomb by Elder Luo Yang, who realized Superior Sword Intent in a brief span, dying in the disaster is indeed quite a pity."

Fen Li feigns a sigh, the Sword Intent between his brows nearly emanating, causing everyone to involuntarily take half a step back.

Mentioning Li Mo, however, draws no response.

Despite Sword Cultivators from the shallow levels of the Copper Mirror repeatedly warning that Li Mo's talent is immensely terrifying and it will not be long before he becomes a threat to them.

But the Thirteen Immortals, can they really survive until the disaster ends?

A Residual Body Stage cultivator, how could they influence the situation?

"Fellow Daoists? What if they perish, the Graves of the Twenty-Eight Sword Tombs are filled with numerous fellow Daoists who never entered."

Wang Wen smirked silently, deliberately pausing on the words 'fellow Daoists'.

As the only woman among the Heavenly Palace Stage Sword Cultivators, her bloated body exudes wax, her face hinting at some beauty.

Fen Li nods slightly, his gaze sweeping over the other Sword Cultivators, "Indeed, let us end the trouble on the seventh level of the Copper Mirror quickly."

He squints, hundreds of bright red bouquets bloom simultaneously, with pulsating hearts nestled within the stamens.

Flares of light dance around him.

The Great Sun Evil Extermination Eight Directions Sword Formation senses Fen Li's Sword Intent, lighting up the starry river, creating a tangible pressure from the Sword Qi that leaves others breathless.

"Fall."

The rain intensifies.

Jiang Xi gasps in astonishment; Fen Li's Soul Burning Sword Intent is far beyond Superior, nearing the [Mahayana] realm.

"Looks like the position of Chief of the Great Sun Sword Tomb is poised to fall into Fen Li's hands."

Jiang Xi thinks of Li Mo; if the Thirteen Immortals were given another hundred years, by the time they reach the Five Qi Period, they might truly accomplish something.

"Innate Immortal Seed, only those who can become Immortals are named so,"

The fog in the town steadily thins under the sway of the Sword Rain.

Seeing the other Sword Cultivators remain silent, Fen Li's smile broadens, confident in securing the position of Chief of the Great Sun Sword Tomb.

The condition for contesting the Chief within the Heavenly Sword Sect is singular: being part of the sect for less than a thousand years.

When Yu Xiao claimed the Chiefship of the Thunder Constellation, it sparked significant controversy, since she had been illustriously renowned in the Heavenly Sword Sect ten thousand years ago.

Eventually, Yu Xiao's silencing of the dissenting Sword Cultivators settled the matter.

With his nearing the thousand-year mark in the sect, Fen Li understands the necessity of having Jiang Xi and others' support.

In terms of strength, the Chiefs within the Twenty-Eight Sword Tombs are few, each one being a Void Refining Stage Sword Cultivator who climbed up through battles, with exceptional talent, even Yu Xiao is already breaking through to the Land Immortal realm.

In terms of tenure, if not for the calamity of Earth Luo Yang, the Chief position would not fall to Fen Li.

"Eliminate the Thirteen Immortals, and I can be Chief for two to three hundred years, sufficient enough to leverage its resources to advance to the Void Refining Stage."

Fen Li maintains his smile, the hearts within the flower stamens intensifying their pulsation.

A plethora of Sword Ghosts are subdued, yet it's inevitable that Sword Cultivators get caught in the crossfire.

About a hundred Sword Cultivators are caught unprepared, with twenty dead at the first confrontation, seemingly never expecting fellow Daoists to be so merciless.

Instead, the lowly cultivated Ye Zhuo Daoist anticipates the Heavenly Palace Stage Sword Cultivators' actions.

"You damn it, wait for the Senior Brother to use the Externalized Dharma Body to slap your face."

Ye Zhuo Daoist binds Daoist Bai Shuo with Blood Soul, skillfully avoiding the Sword Rain as they head towards the thirty-sixth shop on Wang Xin Street.

Sword Rain surges.

A bizarre human face emerges from Fen Li's forehead flower stamen, Divine Sense pushed to the limits, attempting to locate Li Mo's figure within the city.

"Thirteen Immortals, once I kill you, the Chief's position is secure for me."

"There's no escaping it…"

Clang.

A Sword Sound reverberates.

Shortly after, he witnesses a Big Night Wander covered in Human Skin breaking through the fog, its body rife with sword marks and wailing incessantly.

"Hah."

Cracks sprawled like a spider web across the ground.

A figure over a hundred meters leaps, swinging the Illusion Fish Sword heavily.

Sun Sword Intent manifests like a celestial light, blocking innumerable Sword Qi, directly stabbing the sword blade into the Big Night Wander's chest and abdomen.

"Mountain River, I'm the Luan Chuan Immortal!"

The Shopkeeper lunges headfirst, the tail swatting towards Li Mo, spewing blood from the mouth.

"Infinite Light."

Li Mo's expression remains impassive, summoning Sun Sword Qi, evaporating the blood before it draws near, an arm sprouts from the ribs to grasp the tail, the Illusion Fish Sword vigorously churning the Shopkeeper's internal organs.

Sun Sword Intent binds the Shopkeeper, and Li Mo, leveraging his formidable meat body, directly tears the limbs apart.

Blood and flesh splatter.

The methods Li Mo demonstrates, how unlike a Sword Cultivator? Relying on sheer physical prowess, he strikes the Big Night Wander until it's grievously injured and immobile.

"Heh heh heh."

Cancer cells permeate the Shopkeeper's body, preventing the Big Night Wander's injuries from easing.

Seeing this, Li Mo nonchalantly retrieves the trapped sword platform, directly imprisoning the Shopkeeper within, handing it over to the Ghost Tiger Illusion at his feet for safekeeping.

"Thirteen Immortals!!!"

Fen Li perceives an indescribable threat.

His Taoist Body is named [Pure Yang Gathering], ranking high among Yang Attribute Dao Bodies, the eye at his brow can perceive others' Body and Soul.

Relying on Pure Yang Gathering, Fen Li not only gained approval for a Superior Lifebound Flying Sword but also realized the Soul Burning Sword Intent within five hundred years.

Yet before Li Mo, Fen Li feels a fear that burrows into his very bones.

He desperately tries to discern the reality.

The result is that Fen Li discovers Li Mo's Divine Sense exceeds even his own, his meat body strength already surpassing the Divine Separation Stage, and the Superior Sword Intent he wields seems nothing like that of an initial Inner Door entrant…

"Not Residual Body Stage, already advanced to the Five Qi Period, in just how many years, how many years indeed, Innate Immortal Seed? What Innate Immortal Seed?"

Fen Li mutters in mad ramblings, his bloodshot eyes scanning the surroundings.

The expressions of the Sword Cultivators are varied.

Lacking Fen Li's Taoist Body, they only know Li Mo's meat body is formidable, but at the Heavenly Sword Sect where Sword Cultivators dominate, how could Martial Barbarians compare to Sword Cultivators?

Fen Li coldly states, "Everyone, attack, kill him!!!"

Jiang Xi frowns, "Fen Li, what madness has overtaken you, openly targeting the Thirteen Immortals, do you truly intend to silence everyone?"

"I'll repeat, everyone...attack."

Fen Li's eyes brim with killing intent, his Sword Intent unapologetically exposed, channeling at least thirty percent of his Sword Intent towards Li Mo's location.

Aside from three individuals, the other Sword Cultivators choose to observe primarily.

They're not averse to dealing with Li Mo, but acting recklessly would only invite trouble.

Whether it's Elder Luo Yang of the Purple Sun Palace or Yu Xiao, the Chief of Thunder Constellation, perhaps just one hint of displeasure from either could make their lives precarious.

Fen Li glances at Jiang Xi, suppressing the urge to kill as a warning.

With the intervention of four Heavenly Palace Stage Sword Cultivators, the Great Sun Evil Extermination Eight Directions Sword Formation's sharpness is wholly unveiled.

Boom.

The Sword Rain becomes incredibly dense.

To their astonishment, Li Mo doesn't avoid it, but instead bends over facing the Sword Rain with his back, legs crouching for power.

Li Mo's body swells once more, the signs of Tattoo Beastification spreading across him.

Clang clang clang…

The metallic clashing is ceaseless, even though Sword Qi breaks the skin, Li Mo's wounds heal at a pace visible to the naked eye.

His dual eyes of Yin and Yang sparkle.

"Since there has to be a voice leader, why not choose me?"

Li Mo laughs weirdly, twelve pairs of arms sprouting from his ribs, each holding a Lifebound Flying Sword in the form of a Hui Dragon, the Sword Intent scattering all around.

"Heavenly Palace Stage, is it? Just the thing to test my limits."

Bang.

Li Mo exerts force with his legs, disappearing instantly from his position.

A moment later.

The district within a ten thousand-meter radius collapses, forming a deep meteor crater.

Li Mo emerges mid-air burdened by the Sword Rain, the inn protected by the Red Fox remains unscathed, although it stands slightly outlandish amidst the ruins.

Of course, it's unlikely Fen Li and others have leisure to focus on the inn.

As Li Mo nears the Heavenly Palace Stage Sword Cultivators, his arms spread wide.

Countless Sword Qi emanates from his pores.

Li Mo seizes the true void amidst the Sword Rain, appearing within a thousand meters of Fen Li in an instant.

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