On the light screen, one could see violent winds sweeping, a bright moon hanging high, blooming flowers, and heavy snow falling. These strange and ever-changing scenes cycled continuously, casting a divine and mysterious atmosphere, completely enveloping the nearby territory of the human race.
The scene was astonishing—so shocking that it made one's hair stand on end.
Many commoners, who were about to take refuge underground, paused in awe and curiosity.
"What is this? Is it some kind of barrier formation? It's protecting us! The light screen is emanating from General Valley, and it contains wind, flowers, moon, and snow—exactly the powers of the Four Generals: Wind, Flower, Snow, and Moon. General Valley has made their move!"
"Great! I've heard that among the Four Generals, the Wind General is especially skilled in formations. They say his origins are mysterious. This must be him leading the others to shield our people!"
Joy spread among the crowd.
With this barrier standing strong outside, it felt far safer than hiding underground. Even if the black storm struck, the light screen could absorb most of its power, greatly reducing its destructive force. People began reconsidering whether to seek shelter, watching intently to see if the barrier could withstand the coming storm.
"It's a formation!!"
Yi Tianxing gazed toward General Valley, murmuring to himself.
"It's definitely a formation. How fascinating—using the body as the core to gather the world's essence, turning oneself into a medium to power the array. Wind, flower, snow, and moon—each representing unique phenomena: wind for the heavens, flowers for the spirit of nature, snow as heavenly water, and moon for the stars. To combine the four into one grand formation… this is a remarkable feat."
Jiang Ni lifted his eyes toward the four divine lights and sensed the formation's power shifting. A rare glimmer of admiration appeared in his gaze.
This was no ordinary array. Formations and geomancy shared a common root—though practiced differently, their ultimate effects were equally terrifying.
A peak geomancer could reshape heaven and earth. A peak formation master could destroy it all the same.
Indeed, this was a formation—and it was the work of Wind Immortal Lin.
After learning that the High Priest might target General Valley, the Wind General had discussed with Hua Mulan and the others and decided to deploy a deadly formation. It was a terrifying defensive-and-offensive formation known as the Grand Slaughter Array of Wind, Flower, Snow, and Moon.
Its core power came from the four generals themselves, each acting as a formation node. Though their own strength wasn't enough to power a large-scale array, they served as relay points—drawing in ambient world essence, transforming it within, and converting it into the elemental forces of wind, flower, snow, and moon.
Without all four present, the formation couldn't operate. But when united, its power was immeasurable.
Originally, this formation was their trump card against the High Priest.
Now, with the array active and aided by a vast supply of military provisions from Yi Tianxing, General Valley's defense was far stronger, and morale soared. Victory or defeat would only be decided in battle.
But against the oncoming black storm, the formation had to be activated immediately.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The black storm approached with terrifying speed. In a flash, it had reached the oasis.
Massive trees trembled violently beneath the storm's might. Leaves were stripped away, black lightning struck trunks, splitting them in two, smoke rising from the destruction.
A scene of utter annihilation unfolded.
The sand within the black storm—each grain sharp as a bullet—was even more terrifying than conventional weapons, stronger by tenfold. Giant rabbits caught in the storm were shredded instantly, turned to sieves by the storming sand.
It was horrifying.
Countless beasts and birds of prey tried to charge toward the protective barrier.
But as they neared, snowflakes fell from the light screen, freezing them into statues on contact.
Fragrant flowers bloomed, their scent drifting out and intoxicating numerous monsters instantly. They stumbled and collapsed as if drunk, unconscious before they hit the ground.
This formation was not a refuge for all—it was a death trap for outsiders.
Only those permitted could enter. Any who dared approach, died.
A multitude of fierce beasts and monsters perished under the black storm.
A true disaster—one of unparalleled terror.
The surviving beasts had no choice but to burrow underground, desperate to escape their doom. None had ever witnessed such a deadly storm.
"This is no ordinary storm… This is the Black Storm of Death."
Yi Tianxing took a deep breath as he gazed at the swirling darkness outside. The raw destructive power of this natural disaster left even him shaken—an overwhelming, suffocating force that evoked fear.
The sandstorm pounded against the light screen, causing ripples to shimmer continuously. Though the storm tried to pierce the barrier, it remained firm.
The surrounding world's essence was being drawn fully into the barrier.
Within General Valley, countless spirit stones embedded around the four great altars shattered into dust, vanishing into the wind.
Formations required foundation—vast energy reserves to sustain themselves. While they could draw on world essence, unlike geomancy, formations couldn't manipulate it on a large scale by default.
Thus, spirit stones were the best source of power.
As the black storm raged, spirit stones were consumed by the thousands—each one a fortune, each one irreplaceable.
"So this is the Black Storm. I'd like to see if it truly lives up to its fearsome reputation."
Yi Tianxing's eyes flickered with interest and a strange light. With a thought, he stepped into a spatial portal.
Whoosh!
In the next instant, he stood outside the barrier.
"What's happening? Why did Lord Yi go outside? Does he have a death wish?"
"He passed straight through the light screen—spatial power! Incredible… But that storm is mutated—strong enough to shred even beast kings. This is madness!"
"Why would our lord do this?!"
All eyes widened in shock. No one could believe it.
Yi Tianxing stood tall amidst the storm, his figure solitary and unshaken.
"Come!!"
With a loud shout, his body began to expand—visibly swelling with each breath. In mere moments, he stood over forty-one zhang tall (nearly 140 meters), a towering giant that reached the heavens.
A monstrous pressure radiated from his body.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Yellow sand rained upon him—endless, with no gaps in its assault.
Each grain held terrifying force, far deadlier than bullets, fast enough to punch through steel. His clothes were shredded instantly, revealing a flawless, powerful physique—not bulky, but streamlined, sculpted with perfect curves that radiated strength and grace, like a living golden ratio.
The sand clashed against his skin, but was repelled by a natural divine radiance—some grains shattered outright, crushed by the latent force of his body.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Within his massive frame, two cauldrons manifested—one black, solid and real; the other white, somewhat ethereal. Both trembled as if struck by invisible hammers.
The yellow sand clashing against his body seemed to be refining him through the cauldrons, hammering his flesh into perfection.
Every inch of his flesh glowed—light radiating from blood and sinew, as if millions of mighty warriors were tempering him with unseen whips.
The sand was relentless, covering him head to toe without pause.
"This sand is powerful… on par with attacks from the Life Aperture Realm. But it still can't truly harm me."
Yi Tianxing remained calm.
Even while suppressing his vital energy, the sand couldn't break through his skin. At most, it left faint marks that vanished in seconds. This was the strength of a true body cultivator—invulnerable to weapons and treasure alike.
Crack!
But the storm was not done. Black lightning began to arc through the sky, striking him with ferocious force—each bolt sharp and charged with destructive energy.
One bolt tore open a wound on his flesh, leaving even him stunned.
These weren't just any lightning bolts—they came in a swarm, one after another, countless and unrelenting.
Soon, his towering frame was covered in wounds, fresh blood gleaming under the storm.
But even as they appeared, his vast vitality healed them instantly—only for the next wave to tear them open again.
"Such terrifying black lightning. A normal person would be vaporized instantly."
Yi Tianxing's gaze remained steady. With a thought, a black battle armor emerged from within, covering him completely. His skin, too, grew a layer of dragon-like scales.