The Eight Empresses Betrayed Me, Only to Deeply Regret It After Being Reborn

“Sect Master Liu, the Daoyan Grand Formation of your Daodao Sect is this powerful? Who was the formation master behind it?”

“What an incredible formation! It’s held up against this many attacks?”

“The coalition army’s been blasted into idiots! Hahaha! If we hold out just one more day, we might wipe out the entire alien army!”

Everyone was delighted by the performance of the protective formation.

When attacking a major sect, the most troublesome obstacle was always the protective grand formation.

These formations were known for their countless formation nodes, extreme complexity, and overwhelming defense. Not only were they built to withstand siege—they could attack back as well.

Which meant: those inside could strike out.

But those outside, unless they broke through the barrier, couldn’t land a single blow.

Even Liu Changfeng looked a bit stunned.

Wait, hadn’t they tested this protective formation before?

He had a pretty good idea of how much bombardment it could withstand.

So why the hell was it so damn sturdy today?

“Patriarch Yuntian, did you modify the formation again?” Liu Changfeng turned to an elderly man with snow-white hair and beard.

Patriarch Yuntian gently stroked his beard.

“I merely walked the circuit of the formation once with Lu Ye. Who could’ve guessed we’d gain so much? Lu Ye’s understanding of formations... it’s absolutely monstrous.”

“What? He knows formations?” Daoist Qinghuo looked utterly shocked.

“What? With that attitude, don’t tell me he can refine pills too?”

The two exchanged glances. That look of mutual recognition said it all: Lu Ye really could do those things—and not just ‘could’, he was better at it than either of them.

Liu Changfeng: ...

Wonderful. Truly wonderful!

Back when Sun Ruowei had begged him to let Lu Ye save Bai Qiulan, and he said Lu Ye didn’t know any auxiliary arts—he hadn’t just been making an excuse. He really thought Lu Ye didn’t know anything. The guy hadn’t even been cultivating for that long!

“At least he can’t forge artifacts...”

Patriarch Yuntian raised an eyebrow. “He can make pills and set formations—you really think he can’t forge artifacts?”

...

Boom boom boom!

On the Daodao Sect’s side, spells continued to rain down in a storm.

The alien coalition army had been blasted half senseless.

Especially the melee fighters—they’d been sharpening their blades over and over, itching for combat—

Sharpening...

Sharpening...

Sharpening...

Their blades were practically worn down to paper, and they still hadn’t seen action!

Failing to break through was already a heavy blow to morale.

They couldn’t understand—what the hell were their powerful elites even doing?! After all this time, the barrier still hadn’t cracked?!

Another fifteen minutes of bombardment passed.

Finally, a crack appeared in the formation.

The coalition army’s morale soared.

Lu Ye estimated that the formation could probably hold for another half an hour. He’d already shed a silent wave of tears in advance.

Right now, he was gritting his teeth to keep from crying. This sudden-onset weepiness was seriously ruining his image.

So, he resolved: No more crying!

Must hold it in!

Another fifteen minutes passed.

The coalition forces had suffered catastrophic losses. They hadn’t even gotten to close-range combat. Just breaching the formation had already cost them at least a quarter of their forces.

The formation trembled on the verge of collapse.

Fifteen minutes ago, they had seen the light of hope.

Now, that light had turned into a goddamn sunset.

Some had even begun to feel despair.

Was this formation... pretending to break? Luring them into continued assaults—draining them dry?

The Vermilion Bird stared at the scene, fully aware.

This formation had absolutely been modified—by Lu Ye.

What made Lu Ye so terrifying... was that he excelled at everything.

Magic, dao, fist, sword, alchemy, formations, talismans, artifacts...

There was nothing he didn’t know.

And not just knowing—he had mastered them all. Many who’d dedicated their entire lives to a single discipline couldn’t even match him.

It was horrifying.

The Vermilion Bird even felt a little grateful—grateful she had hardened her heart and let that Shen Xitong self-destruct.

If that woman had actually made it to Lu Ye and cried to him, with how fiercely Lu Ye protected those close to him—he might’ve wiped out the entire demon race without blinking.

In the end... Shen Xitong had just been unlucky.

The Vermilion Bird did feel a little guilty.

But not too guilty.

After all—one death versus billions?

She knew which mattered more.

Another fifteen minutes passed.

Lu Ye’s eyes were beginning to turn red—not from tears, but because the killing aura had already flooded °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° his heart. Murderous intent surged through every fiber of his body.

He couldn’t hold it back anymore.

With a thunderous boom—

The Daodao Sect’s protective grand formation shattered completely.

“Kill!”

Boom!

Lu Ye’s figure shot forward like lightning, leading the charge straight into the alien coalition army.

Kill!

Countless war cries erupted all around.

Sword-lights filled the sky, but none of them could match Lu Ye’s speed.

Alone, he charged straight into the black phalanx—so vast that its edges couldn’t even be seen. The killing aura churned into a fog of blood that rose into the sky like smoke from a battlefield pyre.

Liu Changfeng’s eyelid twitched hard.

What the hell—that fast?!

That dangerous?!

“One Sword to Slay the Gods!”

Lu Ye shouted.

Yes—that was a move from Chu Ling’s Great Slaughter Sword Scripture.

The stone sword let out a deep hum. A massive arc of sword-light swept across the battlefield—

And smashed violently into the coalition ranks.

Puff puff puff...

Blood mist exploded everywhere.

What Chu Ling knew, Lu Ye also knew.

And what Chu Ling didn’t know—he still knew.

“Surround and kill him!”

The Myriad Spirit Demon Emperor’s gaze locked onto Lu Ye the moment he appeared. His eyes were cold and full of dread. When they’d fought over the Dao last time, Lu Ye had given him the shock of a lifetime.

The order was given.

Instantly, seven Loose Gods and five Tribulation Transcenders descended upon Lu Ye.

But the ground beneath his feet lit up. Light burst from beneath him like blooming flowers—interwoven into a formation seal so complex it made the air buzz.

He stepped into the heart of the seal.

“Boom!”

Within a hundred li, all alien cultivators were annihilated on the spot by blinding beams of light shooting up from the ground.

“Die.”

Under the overwhelming force of his killing intent, Lu Ye no longer had the strength—or desire—to restrain his grief. Tears streamed from his blood-red eyes.

Powerful enemies arrived.

A great umbrella unfolded above Lu Ye’s head, casting divine light upon him—only to be shattered in an instant by a single sword strike.

Heavenly Lord’s Fist!

At this moment, this fist was the only thing in the world that mattered.

When it struck, two Loose Gods were instantly reduced to blood mist, vanishing from existence.

“Ding ding ding...”

A massive saber split the air, striking with chained blows like thunder.

Lu Ye clashed head-on with the wielder, stone sword against divine blade—the impact made the stone sword tremble violently, but the Tribulation cultivator’s saber flew from his grip under the sheer force.

One sword slashed down from above, carving a long, deep trench into the earth below.

The Myriad Spirit Demon Emperor’s face twisted.

This Lu Ye—his growth was terrifying. How had he gotten so strong, so fast?

No!

“I’ll kill him myself!”

The Ancient God King’s eyes blazed with fury and excitement. Lu Ye had swept through countless divine race treasures, slain numerous divine race prodigies—

He had long wanted to kill him.

With a single step forward, the Ancient God King donned heavy divine armor, his body towering and vast. His aura climbed higher and higher, an oppressive storm of divine pressure exploding in every direction.

In the middle of the slaughter, Lu Ye paused.

He looked toward the Ancient God King charging at him.

Come.

Heavenly Silkworm—Ninefold Transformation!