Chapter 249: Four Revered Immortal Kings Descend!

The third breath after the Great Array was activated.

The twenty‑eight Deep Blue Light Strips pierced the Heavenly Dome, firmly pinning the twenty‑eight major provinces within the framework of the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Qian Yin Formation.

And those provinces not covered by the light strips—

They blew up.

It wasn't a real explosion.

It was a collapse at the level of law.

Lingzhou was the first to go wrong.

Lingzhou lies at the southeast corner of Sanqian Zhou, farthest from Zhongzhou, and its legal ties to the twenty‑eight anchored major provinces are the weakest.

When the pulling force began to strip the origin foundations of the twenty‑eight provinces, Lingzhou's law support point was uprooted.

The Lingzhou Sect Leader was hurrying his family's hidden treasures toward Zhongzhou.

He had just flown halfway when the void beneath his feet suddenly shattered.

It wasn't a crack.

It shattered directly into powder.

Lingzhou's three ten‑thousand‑year spirit mountains behind him collapsed with a roar, their bodies turning into flying ash, spirit veins gushing from the earth, freed from law's bonds and spreading wildly in all directions.

"Over, over, over——"

The Lingzhou Sect Leader had no time for anything else, flung his storage bag aside, and flew madly toward Zhongzhou.

He wasn't the only unlucky one.

Yuzhou, Fengzhou, Xingzhou, and the fifteen major provinces that had hastily submitted their vein maps but hadn't yet managed to embed them in the immortal pillars fell one after another into legal chaos.

The Heavenly Dome split open a black hole, sun and moon inverted, rivers flowed backward, mountains twisted like twisted dough.

Countless beings lived on these provinces; sect leaders could flee, but ordinary cultivators could not.

But Gu Yuan had made preparations in advance.

Gu Zhangfeng and Gu Yunlan's Vanguard Camp had already been dispersed and stationed in these border provinces two days earlier, nominally to 'assist with the deployment,' but in reality they were doing laborer's work.

Of course, following Gu Yuan's orders.

These supremes will act, trying to stabilize the casualties caused by this disaster as much as possible.

……

Gu Zhangfeng hovered above the rift in Yuzhou and gave a single command.

Three thousand Gu Family elites of supreme rank or higher filed in, gathering all remaining great medicines, mineral veins, and law fragments from Yuzhou's spirit veins into their storage artifacts.

The method was clean and swift, leaving nothing behind.

Gu Yunlan carried out the same operation in Fengzhou.

He even went a step further—digging out the already loosened ancient relic beneath Fengzhou entirely, not scraping off the mud on it.

"The young master said, take what you can, and even what you can't take, take it anyway." Gu Yunlan spoke gently, but his actions were anything but gentle.

The sect leaders of the fleeing border provinces glanced back, their hearts a mix of emotions.

Their foundations, together with the land beneath their feet, were being emptied by a group of strangers in standardized armor, with extreme efficiency.

But they had little to complain about.

Staying alive is paramount.

Lost wealth can be earned again.

What's more… the Gu Family folks, at least, have also moved their clansmen along.

Yes.

The fifteen newly added major provinces may not all be able to be taken.

But at least, we can bring more people.

"Move, move, move! Hurry the fuck up!" The Lingzhou Sect Leader landed in the buffer zone outside Zhongzhou Altar, shouting at the scattered clansmen behind him, "Anyone who falls behind today, I'll toss you back into the rift!"

Zhongzhou Altar.

Gu Yuan stood atop the altar, overlooking all of this.

The information coming from the World Tree Roots was clear and dense.

The law foundations of the twenty‑eight major provinces are loosening at a controllable pace.

Like the root system of a great tree, being gently and persistently pulled from the soil bit by bit.

The loss is smaller than expected.

The reason is simple.

The origin quality of the Zhenyuan Immortal King is too high.

Even if only half, it is still at the level of the Jue Dian Immortal King.

That Immortal King Dao Fruit, cracked but not shattered, after being infused into the Great Array, turned into an endless stream of pure energy.

The deep‑blue Law Power flowed along the twenty‑eight light strips into each province's veins, turning what originally required violent tearing into a near‑gentle 'Shell Removal'.

The provinces' law foundations are loosening but not breaking, meaning no spatial collapse will occur during the relocation.

"More smooth than expected." Gu Yuan said to the Tongxin Immortal Talisman.

Beyond the Boundary Wall, Gu Cangsheng's voice came through.

That's the goods your grandfather picked; how bad could the quality be?

Gu Yuan's mouth twitched, but he didn't respond.

His attention was caught by another matter.

At the very edge of the World Tree Roots' sensory range, a faint thread of law wave not belonging to Sanqian Zhou was detected.

That wave came from above the Heavenly Dome.

More precisely, it comes from outside the Boundary Wall of Sanqian Zhou.

Very distant. Yet approaching.

The speed is extremely fast.

It is not one path.

It is four paths.

Gu Yuan closed his eyes, gathering all his divine consciousness into the main trunk of the World Tree.

The roots, extending deep into the earth, parsed the characteristics of those four waveforms one by one.

The first: ferocious, destructive, supremely rigid and yang, its law frequency perfectly synchronized with the source of thunder. A Jue Dian Immortal King of Lightning Dao.

The second: fleeting, flowing, formless and insubstantial, like a hurricane imbued with will. The Wind Great Way.

The third: heavy, massive, a compression of physical law to its purest extreme. The Martial Path.

The fourth—

Gu Yuan's pupils contracted slightly.

Sword Intent.

A Sword Intent vast enough to cleave stars.

Though faint, though deliberately suppressed, that sharpness still pierced his sea of consciousness through the endless void like a fine needle.

Li Hentian.

He is not alone.

Three other Immortal Kings accompany him.

Gu Yuan opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the busy array masters below the altar, the rushing sect leaders, and the Vanguard Camp elite moving the last batch of supplies into the Storage Artifact.

He was unflustered.

He picked up the Tongxin Immortal Talisman.

"Grandpa."

"Hmm."

"Four."

The talisman fell silent for two breaths.

"I have seen."

Gu Cangsheng's voice deepened, and his habit of cracking melon seeds stopped,

"Three Jue Dian, one... playing dead."

"Li Hentian?"

"That's the old dog. Hiding at the rear, his breath tighter than a mouse's."

Gu Cangsheng let out a light hum,

"This kid's wound hasn't healed cleanly, but he's recovered seventy to eighty percent; it seems he's waiting for the three ahead to clash with me, hoping to scavenge the leftovers."

Gu Yuan's fingers unconsciously tapped his knee.

Four Immortal Kings.

Three Jue Dian, and a grievously wounded but seventy‑to‑eighty percent recovered Hentian Sword King.

Directly bearing the brunt?

Grandpa's half‑step giant‑head foundation is enough to crush any Jue Dian Immortal King, but one versus four—

"How much longer until the Great Array?"

Gu Yuan turned his head toward Gu Xuan Ce.

Gu Xuan Ce was lying atop the Star Plate, his mouth filled with blood, and the Compass buzzed.

Hearing the question, he extended two trembling fingers.

"Two... two quarter‑hours," he gritted his teeth and forced the words out,

"The resonant frequencies of twenty‑eight Sub‑array Eyes are already ninety‑seven percent synchronized; the remaining bit requires manual fine‑tuning, can't rush!"

Two quarter‑hours.

Gu Yuan glanced at the Heavenly Dome.

Those four waveforms were closing in at a speed that could tear the void.

From the outer Boundary Wall to the sky above Sanqian Zhou, at Immortal King speed, in less than a quarter‑hour.

The time gap is only half a quarter‑hour.

"Grandpa."

"Speak."

"Block them for a quarter‑hour."

A vague laugh came from the old man's side of the talisman.

"A quarter‑hour? You obedient grandson are underestimating your Grandpa too much."

"Half an hour, I will block three, but the fourth... you figure it out yourself."

Gu Yuan fell silent for a breath.

"I understand."

He cut off the communication and stood up.

"Send the order."

His voice was not loud, but it traveled through the World Tree's roots across all of Zhongzhou.

"All non‑essential personnel, withdraw immediately into the Great Array's coverage area."

The entire Vanguard Camp returns to construction.

War Uncle, Riverside Uncle, Blood Dao Uncle, return to Zhongzhou.

Three sound transmissions shoot toward three directions.

Then, Gu Yuan turned around, facing north.

At the edge of the Heavenly Dome, a crack visible to the naked eye is forming. The color of the crack is not dark blue—it is the hue of the Zhenyuan Immortal King.

This crack is purplish-black.

Thunder.