Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 798 - 629: The Mystical Prime Four Immortals, Justified in Eating Lamb

Chapter 798: Chapter 629: The Mystical Prime Four Immortals, Justified in Eating Lamb

Three Weird Immortals died in battle in a very strange way, greatly reducing the morale of the Sect’s forces.

A group of Weird Immortals immediately hung up their signs indicating a refusal to engage in battle; no one dared to rush forward to a certain death.

Most of them had stolen a "Killing Dao Fruit" and enjoyed an imperfect Immortality, cherishing their lives far more than the Mortals who lived and died from day to day.

Unless the anomaly of the first three confrontations was resolved, coaxing them into a suicidal attempt would be exceedingly difficult.

"One goes up, one dies. Whoever wants this deal can have it, but as for me, the Taoist Fellow is out," one of them said.

"I think it’s better we just disband. I’ll go back to my Yungu Mountain, and you to your Xuankong Temple; our lives are just as important," another suggested.

"Exactly, if all else fails, we can always start anew after three hundred years."

Post-Yan had pioneered a Human Dao never seen before, but could no longer continue to explore and develop the paths laid by his predecessors.

Perhaps he wouldn’t even need to wait three hundred years and might end up killing himself with his own antics? This one clearly had some insight.

After the onset of the Industrial Revolution in Wang Yuan’s past life, it took only a short span of one hundred and fifty years to virtually eliminate all the Emperors and imperial power worldwide.

Even the stubborn five-thousand-year tradition of the unified Huaxia empire crumbled like a sandcastle before the waves of productive forces.

Regrettably, Old Master Wang was someone who criticized while standing on the shoulders of giants...

With the Sect’s internal military morale on edge, several leading Dharma Images could no longer just sit back and watch; they hurriedly gathered together to discuss countermeasures.

Retreat was definitely not an option.

Even the Heavenly Officials above were offering them support, and anyone who dared to flee would be devoured by their own master without a doubt.

In the end, it was the Red Lotus Avatar, as the host, who made the decisive call:

"Then let’s battle in array! Let’s form a collective formation, eliminate all accidents, and block the path which Post-Yan must take to proceed southward.

As long as we can hold out until the Dragon Slaying Skill is activated, we win!"

"Correct, the battle in array is the best option," another agreed.

Plague Heavenly Lord, Flower-Picking Heavenly Girl, and Sangmen Star, several Dharma Images, along with Flower Hairpin Lady all seconded the motion, finally reaching consensus.

No one else objected anymore.

The benefits of battling in array were clear.

In real warfare, strategic planning, thirty-six stratagems, and surprising tactics to win... such shrewd plans mostly only existed within the confines of the Central Army’s tent.

Once the battle began, there was no room for cunning tricks or brilliant schemes to be executed.

Most were straightforward clashes, a hard grind like "fortified camps against dull fights."

"Surround with tenfold force, attack with fivefold, fight with equal, divide if the enemy is greater, defend if fewer, and avoid if unequal," is the perfect embodiment of this tactical thought.

It can be said that the more advanced the war technology is, the less room there is for so-called clever tactics.

In Wang Yuan’s previous life, one very tangible fact was:

Although my country had not fought a war for forty years and supposedly lacked much practical combat experience, why was it still considered a top military power by others?

The root cause was the war maxim: "Limited means force tactical ingenuity, abundance leads to bringing the firepower."

When war develops to a certain level, so-called combat experience and technology all have to yield to the industrial system and economic power.

"Overwhelming force is the strongest military skill in this world!"

My country had truly become the very thing it once most detested.

In the Divine Deceit World, which possessed both military and Taoist Skills, the principle was exactly the same. As long as I didn’t take risks, even if King Yama himself showed up, he would have to praise me for my expertise.

As for what kind of formation should be arranged for battle, all the Weird Immortals did not propose a second option.

They all looked towards a corner of the dark cloud where eight quiet, statue-like figures had been silently meditating on the ground and collectively bowed to them:

"We respectfully request the Earth, Wind, Water, Fire, four Taoist Fellows to take action!"

Even among a group of uniquely shaped Weird Immortals, these eight stood out as particularly out of place.

Two wore red robes, looking like burn victims with charred black skin covered in cracks, from which molten orange-red lava constantly flowed.

Beneath them, pools of magma accumulated before flowing back into their bodies.

Two were clothed in yellow robes, completely devoid of flesh and looking like clay statues, with even their facial features somewhat blurred.

Two wore green robes, with numerous holes all over their bodies. A slight breeze whistled through these holes, creating a constant windy sound.

The last two donned black robes, their bodies covered in half-transparent swellings that grew from small to large and then burst at their limits, releasing clouds of mist.

It then rained lightly, falling upon them and continuing the cycle.

Upon hearing the request of the other Weird Immortals, these eight reacted as if with a half-beat delay.

After a few breaths, they suddenly opened their eyes simultaneously.

They didn’t converse with the others but instead each took a position at the cardinal points of the dark cloud beneath them. Then they began the Sealing Technique, chanting in unison:

"The four elements of Earth, Wind, Water, Fire, above the Nine Heavens resides the Mystic Venerable.

I enact the Chaos Great Method, governing all suns, moons, and stars. Let the Ten Thousand Saints heed my command, a thousand truths abide by the Altar Gate.

Before there were mountains and the Five Sacred Peaks, there were the Mystic Primordials. By the order of our Founding Master, we displace mountains, fill seas, and cleave the Heavens!

Hurry, as if it were Decree, open!"

Suddenly.

On the southern coast of Bijia Lake occupied by the sixteen Sects, Heaven and Earth changed color, the sun and moon lost their light, and Earth, Wind, Water, Fire—a boundless surge—emerged all at once.

In an instant, they merged with one another, mingling into a hazy chaos.

With a thunderous roar that nearly shook the Heavenly Barrier River three times,

A vast expanse of grotesque Heavenly Realms, looking like frogspawn and growing tumors, squeezed forth from the chaos, layer upon layer arrayed before the battle formation.

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