Chapter 507

Chapter 507: Bagua Sealing of Demons

Despite the disciples’ complaints, the urging from Thunder Tribulation Immortal-level elders forced them to work in a frenzy, moving as if wanting to fly.

The Mo Sect headquarters’ core region had long been overcrowded. Even the largest blessed land would be completely exhausted after being divided among the Eight-Hundred-Generation Families for millennia.

Yet space had to be found for this crucial matter. Soon, an optimal location was selected – a thousand-mile grassland abundant with Spiritual Energy, formerly used by the Bai family of the Five Great Family Clans for grazing herbivorous Spirit Beasts.

The flat terrain, absence of nearby settlements, and dense Spiritual Energy made it ideal for demon sealing. The Bai family complied immediately. When dealing with sect-wide emergencies, even the Mo family wouldn’t dare cause delays. Refusing to surrender land would brand them as traitors to the entire Mo Sect!

Naturally, the Bai family would receive substantial compensation afterward.

Once the site was chosen, over ten thousand Nascent Soul cultivators swarmed in under eight Thunder Tribulation Immortals’ supervision to construct the Bagua Sealing Formation.

Piles of rare materials were refined into Formation Devices – some buried underground, others hidden in the void or merged with subterranean water veins. This formation surpassed Fang Lie’s Qingyu Island defenses, built to withstand Supreme True Demons.

Though smaller in scale due to the headquarters’ protective array covering only a thousand miles, the materials used were superior – nothing below Fifth Rank, with heaps of Seventh and Eighth Rank resources. The material costs alone equaled multiple eighth-rank top-grade treasures.

Labor costs soared too. Tens of thousands of high-level cultivators required compensation – nobody worked free. The urgency meant nonstop shifts: exhausted cultivators replaced immediately to maintain progress.

Both formation builders and junior material transporters collapsed from fatigue. Fetching materials from warehouses, delivering to specific personnel among thousands without error, multiple daily trips – all took their toll. The entire Mo Sect was stretched thin.

Such massive operations couldn’t be concealed. Bai Lian Chan Master, awaiting Fang Lie’s surrender, noticed Mo Sect disciples acting like their eyebrows were on fire. His inquiries revealed the Bagua Sealing Formation project – puzzling since such demon-specific defenses were rarely built due to exorbitant costs and limited utility.

Connecting this to Fang Lie’s Central World, he realized: "They’re luring demons through the White Bone World-Breaking Gate lost at Iron-Walled Jin City! But demons are cunning – they’d detect traps unless…" His face paled. "True Demon Blood! From the last demon disaster! It drives them mad enough to charge knowingly!"

Desperate, Bai Lian Chan Master approached a Mo Sect elder, offering to seal the spatial crack for just the Past King Fist method. The elder feigned surprise: "Don’t! Where else would we get such precious demon weapons?"

The Great Thunder Sound Temple’s scheme had backfired completely – losing treasures, wasting a Mo Token, and angering Mo Qianxun, Fang Lie, and the entire Mo Sect.

This behavior was too stupid to even call idiotic. Even Bai Lian Chan Master felt ashamed thinking about it. What were the higher-ups of Great Thunder Sound Temple thinking when they devised such a brainless scheme? Were they blind? Handing out Mo Tokens for free, giving away hordes of demon weapons – was their sect seeking revenge or desperately delivering gifts to Fang Lie?

The thought of becoming the world’s laughingstock again left Bai Lian Chan Master utterly disheartened.

Even a Thunder Tribulation Immortal from Mo Sect pitied him, politely escorting him away without further provocation.

Bai Lian Chan Master completely lost face to remain at Mo Sect. Without even giving proper farewell, he fled back to Great Thunder Sound Temple.

Shortly after his departure, Mo Sect’s preparations finally concluded.

One morning, Fang Lie arrived before the Bagua Sealing Formation with three brothers and two Green Fox maids.

The once-vibrant grasslands had vanished, replaced by a thousand-mile wide platform. Its foundation used third-rank black obsidian – enough material to form multiple mountain ranges, compressed into ten zhang thick flooring.

Countless golden-silver divine patterns adorned the platform. Golden lines used Seventh-rank materials like molten Yang Gold, while silver ones employed Sixth-rank Yin Moon Silver.

Eight hundred sealing towers stood tall across formation cores. Each core contained Eighth-rank yang materials, while crucial Bagua nodes held Ninth-rank yang substances.

Combined with Mo Sect’s protective array and Ninth-Rank treasures, this Bagua Sealing Formation could suppress even Supreme True Demons matching Human Immortals, forcing instant submission!

At the formation’s heart stood White Bone World-Breaking Gate. Semi-Immortal Mo Qianxun used Ninth-Rank treasure Wisdom Token for teleportation runs, personally escorting massive shipments.

The operation exhausted him despite using the protective array’s assistance – sweat still glistened on his brow when Fang Lie arrived.

Nearly all notable Mo Sect members gathered, numbering tens of thousands after excluding those below Nascent Soul rank.

Mo Qianxun burned with anger seeing Fang Lie’s carefree stroll with pretty maids. He mentally cursed: "Brat! Playing boss while tens of thousands work? Even I’m drenched in sweat, yet you sightsee with beauties? Not happening!"

Waving impatiently, he barked: "Fang Lie! Come here!"

Fang Lie found Mo Qianxun floating midair between Mo Lanyun and Mao Mao, flanked by Thunder Tribulation Immortals and Fire Tribulation Immortals. Unfazed, he flew up and bowed: "Sect Leader!"

"Stop acting innocent!" Mo Qianxun snapped. "You caused this trouble – you’ll fix it!"

"What trouble?"

"Activating White Bone World-Breaking Gate in Central World!" Mo Qianxun retorted. "That realm swarms with demon weapons. Only your undying nature can survive – others would die!"

Fang Lie considered this. Dying meant little to him, but others couldn’t afford such losses. Moreover, sacrificing others contradicted his principles.

"Fine," he agreed simply. "I’ll go."