"Yuan Ming's thoughts are aligned with Alliance Leader Wan. But the Wu Yue Sect has drawn back to fortify its defenses, seemingly biding time and harboring other schemes. Rather than attacking other islands, it would be better to directly assault Fusang Island; simply eradicate the Wu Yue Sect Cultivators there, and they will no longer be able to stir up any significant trouble in the East Sea," Yuan Ming said.

Those who wanted to refute Wan Tianren were about to speak out but saw that Yuan Ming had already made his stance known, and his special status also represented, to some extent, the Nether Moon God. They all swallowed back their words.

With the recent series of fierce battles, the Nether Moon God's reputation had soared. Even if the cultivators of the East Sea Alliance had yet to regard it as a deity, they had to seriously consider its opinions.

"Since none of you have any objections, speed is of the essence in warfare. Everyone quickly muster your forces, and let's head to Fusang Island immediately!" Yuan Ming and Wan Tianren exchanged glances, and upon seeing a slight nod from the latter, he spoke thus.

Upon hearing his words, everyone naturally voiced their agreement and took their leave to carry out their orders.

Alliance Leader Wan slapped the armrest of his chair, feeling a great sense of satisfaction. A flash of excitement and joy glimmered in the depths of his eyes.

After escaping from the Three Immortals Island, he had rushed back to the East Sea day and night. Faced with the chaos caused by the Wu Yue Sect's attacks that left everything on the verge of collapse, he racked his brains to gather the scattered cultivators from the various islands of the East Sea and to form the East Sea Alliance. His ultimate goal was to reclaim the foundation of Fusang Island and stabilize the situation in the East Sea once again.

Though the journey had been arduous, it had finally reached this stage!

The warriors of the East Sea Alliance were brimming with the intent to fight. Learning that both the Alliance Leader and the Nether Moon God had agreed to attack Fusang Island, their morale soared, and they began to prepare in earnest, for many had been waiting for this day for a long time.

In the meantime, Yuan Ming tactfully communicated his desire for various Formation Array Patterns and the Red Blood Sand Formation array equipment to Wan Tianren.

From Alliance Leader Wan downward, there was a certain degree of gratitude toward the Nether Moon God, and since reclaiming Fusang and resetting the order in the East Sea also required its effort, they were worried about how to please this Divine Envoy. So, after a brief notice, the various islands offered up many Array Maps they controlled without hesitation.

The equipment for the Red Blood Sand Formation was retrieved from the Alliance's warehouse and sent over expressly.

It all happened in less than a day.

Yuan Ming looked at a storage ring filled with Formation Array Flags with some astonishment. Among these formations were some that had once been regarded as heritages of Sects, but now they had willingly been given to him, which moved him deeply.

The power of faith is indeed terrifying - faster than killing and plundering!

The Wu Yue Sect had been around for so long, and with countless followers both openly and in the shadows, it was no wonder they could easily mobilize vast resources and armies of cultivators. This was the accumulation of many years.

No wonder the Wu Yue Sect saw his own Moon Sect as a thorn in their side. To them, faith could only take one form, just like a mountain would not harbor two tigers. In the eyes of the Wu Yue Sect, his Moon Sect had become a stumbling block for gathering resources and Desire Power, which had to be removed swiftly.

After reflecting for a moment, he handed all these items to Xi Ying to study at leisure.

Several days later, after a series of orderly preparations, the East Sea Alliance army officially set out towards Fusang Island.

Before the Alliance army departed, numerous spies had already been mobilized, gathering intelligence through various channels about Fusang Island and other islands controlled by the Wu Yue Sect.

Just as the East Sea Alliance army was making its way, various messages began to arrive, the most important naturally concerning the situation on Fusang Island.

On a large Flying Boat of the Alliance, Yuan Ming's face was somber as he looked at a Jade Scroll in his hand, bearing intelligence from Yan Siyun.

According to the Jade Scroll, the Wu Yue Sect had set up a formidable Great Array on Fusang Island. It was a Wood Attribute Formation that enveloped the entire island. Replete with spirit light reaching to the skies, its power seemed even greater than that of the Red Blood Sand Formation.

"The Wu Yue Sect, as a mighty school with ten thousand years of inheritance, truly has a profound foundation, casually producing all sorts of powerful Great Arrays," Yuan Ming muttered to himself.

Based on this limited information, it was not possible to determine what kind of Formation the Wu Yue Sect had set up, so Yuan Ming did not inquire of Xi Ying.

Several days later, the Alliance army had arrived at Fusang Island.

Just as the prior intelligence had indicated, the entirety of Fusang Island was now enveloped by a green Array. The scope of this Formation was vast; not only did it cover Fusang Island, but also the expansive surrounding sea area was included within its embrace.

From a distance, the Formation was filled with layers of green spirit light, resembling countless tree shadows undulating and swaying.

Including Yuan Ming, the Nascent Soul Cultivators present were surprised upon investigating the Array.

The core of this green Great Array turned out to be the Fusang Giant Tree. Green rainbows extended from the tree, intertwining and coiling around each other, forming the Array.

Seeing this situation, many of the cultivators on Fusang Island showed no signs of preparing for battle and instead all shrank back within the green Great Array.

In Fusang City, inside the once-main hall of Fusang Island, Ni Mu, Li Wu, Qing Ya, and several other Nascent Soul Cultivators of the Wu Yue Sect stood there, but the White Bone Venerable was not present.

"Venerable Tian Gui, the people of the East Sea Alliance have already arrived nearby, and judging by their numbers, it seems they've all come out," a middle-aged man in a black robe knelt on one knee, reporting.

"So soon, and with their full force as well. It seems that White Bone Venerable's plan to lure the East Sea Alliance to divide their forces has not been successful," Ni Mu muttered to himself.

The White Bone Venerable had intensified the plundering of resources under his control. On the one hand, this was to gather resources, and on the other hand, he wished to make the East Sea Alliance divide its forces to put out fires. Now, facing the vast army of the East Sea Alliance, this naturally signified the failure of his plan.

"Venerable Heavenly Puppet, what should we do now?" Li Wu asked, unable to hide his reluctance.

The other Nascent Soul cultivators also looked over, their faces filled with unease.

In the battle at Purple Nan Island, the Wu Yue Sect cultivators suffered heavy losses, a third to a quarter of their number. They were no longer at an advantage in terms of numbers or combat power, yet the White Bone Venerable suddenly ordered an intensified search and occupation of the islands, along with the command to firmly hold Fusang Island.

The people of Fusang Island couldn't understand why. They thought they should use the advantage of the numerous Soul Cultivators of Wu Yue Sect to conduct guerrilla warfare against the East Sea Alliance. Even if they were to hold Fusang Island, they should recall the forces scattered across various islands. Executing both orders at the same time seemed tantamount to seeking death.

However, as the White Bone Venerable was assigned by the Witch Moon God, the highest commander of the East Sea Witch Moon Sect, the others had no choice but to follow orders.

"There is no need to worry, my friends. The Island Protection Array of Fusang Island is even more powerful than the Red Blood Sand Formation and is especially good at defense. Even if the East Sea Alliance attacks with all their might, they won't be able to breach it in two or three months. The White Bone Venerable is preparing a trump card. As long as we hold on until he emerges from seclusion, victory will still be ours," Ni Mu said.

"Is the Island Protection Array really that powerful?" Li Wu asked, both shocked and delighted.

The defense of Fusang Island was personally arranged by the White Bone Venerable, and they weren't very clear about the power of the Island Protection Array.

"Of course, the formation is called the Life Creation Array, and the array equipment was personally refined by Master Dian. If its power were not sufficient, would the White Bone Venerable seclude himself at this time?" Ni Mu said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, all the Nascent Soul cultivators present visibly relaxed. The most* up$-t#o#-#date. v+ersi.o$n is on M&(VLE@M*P#Y^)R.

"Although the Life Creation Array is powerful, we cannot just stand by idly. I will divide the area, and everyone will spread out to guard it," Ni Mu proposed.

...

A moment later, everyone in the hall had left, leaving only Ni Mu alone.

He turned and faced a stone wall, casting a spell toward it.

The stone wall emitted a "rumbling" muffled sound and slowly split to both sides, revealing a stone staircase leading downward.

Within the passage, a cold and gloomy atmosphere lingered. The deeper one went, the stronger the Yin Qi became, until at the bottom of the passage, the coldness could almost pierce through to the marrow.

"Who would have thought that Fusang Island would have such a level of Yin Cave. It is fortunate we have this place; otherwise, refining that Magic Treasure would not be easy," Ni Mu muttered to himself as he reached the end of the stone staircase.

There was a stone gate with two people standing at the entrance: a thick-browed middle-aged man on the left and a red-robed young girl on the right.

The auras of the two were quite strange, with no fluctuations of Mana. Despite standing in such a bone-chilling environment, they showed no signs of discomfort.

"Venerable Heavenly Puppet." Upon seeing Ni Mu approach, the two bowed stiffly and unnaturally with expressionless faces, their movements exceptionally rigid.

"Is the White Bone Venerable still inside?" Ni Mu asked nonchalantly.

"Yes," said the thick-browed man.

"What stage has the treasure's refinement reached?" Ni Mu inquired.

"Fifty percent of the bones sent from the various islands have already been used. The refining progress should be more than half complete," the red-robed girl answered.

Next to her, there was a wooden rack with nearly a hundred Storage Bags neatly arranged.

Ni Mu nodded and was about to turn away when a layer of white bone-colored light suddenly surged on the stone gate.

An immense and sinister aura leaked out, enveloping the entire underground space in an instant, and producing a bizarre crackling sound.

Ni Mu's bones creaked noisily as his skeleton convulsed violently, seemingly about to burst out of his body and move toward the inside of the stone gate.

His complexion drastically changed, and he hurriedly flew upward towards the passage while mustering all his Mana for protection. Only then could he barely suppress the turmoil within his bones.

The thick-browed man and red-robed girl beside the stone gate seemed unaffected. The girl took a Storage Bag from the rack and flung it forward.

Countless bloody bones appeared out of nowhere, nearly filling the space in front of the stone gate.

Most of the bones were scattered fragments, but many were intact skeletons, seemingly made by flaying and deboning living people.

Upon contact with the sinister aura, all the bones began moving. The complete skeletons stepped toward the stone gate, while the scattered bones quickly assembled themselves into oddly shaped frames, also rushing towards the stone gate.

As soon as the skeletons touched the bone-white light on the gate, they immediately fused into it.

In a few breaths, all the skeletons vanished, and the bone-white light on the stone gate disappeared with them, as did the sinister aura.

From a distance, Ni Mu finally relaxed and joy soon appeared on his face as he murmured, "Only halfway through refinement, yet the Ghostly Soul White Bone Banner already possesses such might. If it truly recovers completely, it could indeed sweep through the Yunhuang Continent. It truly is a Spiritual Treasure of Ancient Times renowned for slaughter."