On the Starfall Peak, all the disciples of the Starfall Pavilion rose up at that moment, their eyes filled with astonishment as they gazed toward the distant sky. Protected by an array of celestial stones that had formed a natural shield, they could not see what was happening outside—but they could sense, unmistakably, that the Starfall Pavilion was truly facing a great crisis today. On a plaza at the summit, the Wind Master and others gathered, their expressions grave as they stared upward. "The Soul Palace disciples have arrived," said the Heavenly Fire Master, frowning. "There are so many powerful presences outside—this time, it seems the Soul Palace truly intends to wipe out the Starfall Pavilion, to send a clear message to the rest of the world." Even the young physician, Xia Yi, looked visibly serious. The Wind Master nodded slightly, yet his expression remained calm. He knew this day would inevitably come—it was merely a matter of timing. Stepping forward slowly, Master Feng changed his hand seal, and at once the star-fall array in the sky rippled. As space gradually warped, the scene outside became clearly visible to all present. Hearing his words, the young physician and others also couldn't help but pale, their eyes following the Wind Patriarch's gaze. Indeed, they saw two elderly figures dressed in black and white robes—precisely the Black and White Patriarchs they had met before on the Wanhun Mountain. "Three Heavenly Sovereigns have come directly—this Huan Palace truly holds us in high regard," the Wind Patriarch exhaled deeply. "Master Wind, what shall we do now? The Huan Palace has launched a full-scale assault, and the scale of this attack seems far beyond merely seeking our people." A senior elder from the Xingyin Pavilion, his face visibly shaken, said. "Fret not, fret not! The Huan Palace isn't exactly a gentle foe. They're clearly planning to wipe out the Xingyin Pavilion entirely—otherwise, why would they send three Heavenly Sovereigns directly?" The Wind Patriarch frowned, raised his voice sharply, then scanned the starry realm, gazing at the thousands of Xingyin Pavilion disciples, and said firmly, "Therefore, there is only one course of action: fight to the very end!" "All of you are also senior elders of XinYin Pavilion. Today, we face an unprecedented calamity for XinYin Pavilion—what do you intend to do?" The Master of Wind turned his intense gaze toward the numerous senior elders of XinYin Pavilion, speaking. "Master Wind, XinYin Pavilion is our very foundation. The dedication we have poured into it is no less than anyone else's. Should anyone seek to destroy it, we shall fight to the very last breath!" The senior elders responded solemnly, all shouting in unison. "Excellent, Wind Xian has a keen eye. Then, let us stand and fight to the death today. I shall see just how far the Hún Pavilion's dominance can stretch!" The resounding voice of the Master of Wind lifted the morale of all the XinYin Pavilion disciples. For many here, XinYin Pavilion is their very roots. If even that root is uprooted, what face will they have to show in Zhongzhou? ... "Master Wind, I urge you to simply hand over the people. This grand array of XinYin Pavilion may not be able to protect you!" The Old Ghost of Star-Seeking stared solemnly at the space below. Though it was merely a sea of forests, he knew well that all of this was merely due to the effect of the Star-Fall Array. As his cold command fell, no response came in return. Seeing this, the Old Ghost could not help but let out a bitter laugh, turning his gaze toward the elder clad in black and white robes beside him, and said, "Both of you, act together and break through the array. Our arrival has been so disruptive that many powers must have sent observers. Today, we must employ decisive, even bloody measures to subdue the Star-Fall Pavilion, and at the same time, make it clear to the other powers across the continent that the Hall of Souls is no mere entity—anyone who dares to challenge us shall find themselves at great risk!" As the three hands clenched together, the terrifying spatial power surged forth at an incredible speed. Three formless great hands pressed down heavily upon the void space, and instantly, radiance bloomed—before everyone's eyes, a star-tinged, intangible light shield materialized. "Break it!" The old ghost of Zhaixing roared, sharply clenching his palm. The formless great hand struck hard against the intangible shield. "Boom!" With the impact, ripples spread across the shield, and a thunderous roar echoed through the sky, like a storm of lightning. "Boom! Boom! Boom!" Following Zhaixing, the powerful gusts of the Black and White Heavenly Sovereigns swept down from the sky, pouring down like a downpour upon the shield. Under the relentless assault of these three five-star Duel Sovereigns, the shield soon trembled and began to falter. … Within the Star Realm, all disciples of the Starfall Pavilion gazed at the steadily trembling light shield, their hands gripping their weapons suddenly tightening. "The array can no longer withstand the attacks of these three," the Wind Sovereign observed, his expression growing serious. "This time, the Spirit Palace has sent three Tianzun-level masters, seven Zun-level masters, and a considerable number of Douzong-tier warriors." His gaze flickered before he spoke firmly, "The seven Douzun-level masters and other strong warriors are not a major concern, but these three—especially the old star-cherisher—present a serious challenge." Pausing, he bit his teeth and declared, "I will handle the two Black and White Tianzun-level masters!" "How can one master stand against two such formidable opponents?" the young physician and others immediately frowned, while the other elders of the Starfall Pavilion grew visibly alarmed,纷纷 expressing their disbelief. "It's not necessary to defeat them," the Wind Sovereign breathed deeply, "We merely need to delay—long enough for Yao Chen to successfully emerge from his meditative state." Hearing this, everyone remained silent. Xiao Yan and Yao Lao had entered the stone tower nearly half a month ago, yet still no word had come. What could such a period of time possibly do for them in the interim? "What about Yao Chen?" Seeing Xiao Yan suddenly appear, Feng Zun's face immediately lit up with surprise, and he quickly said. "It will take some more time..." Xiao Yan slowly shook his head, his gaze fixed on the steadily trembling light shield, then shifting to the cold-faced old ghost outside the shield, whose dark eyes flashed with frosty intensity. This old man was truly unbearable—having caused him trouble on multiple occasions—and this time, he would absolutely not let him escape! "Then I'll take care of the last Tian Zun. Let Xiao Yi Xian and the others handle the other Dou Zun warriors..." Qing Lin, after a moment's hesitation, suddenly murmured softly. "Hmm?" "Heard this, the young physician paused, glanced at Qinglin, and smiled gently, saying, 'No worries. I and Master Yao can hold him.' Xiao Yan's gaze also shifted to Qinglin, who smiled at him and then clasped her hands, saying, 'Master Xiao Yan, please rest assured—I can hold him.' Seeing Qinglin's determination, Xiao Yan's brows furrowed slightly. After a moment, he finally gave a slight nod. Though Qinglin's strength was only a one-star Battle Sovereign, she possessed the rare treasure of the Azure Serpent's Three-Flower Eyes, and within her body lay the soul of an ancient celestial serpent. That fierce spirit was something even Xiao Yan himself found deeply formidable. Given her composed demeanor, it seemed unlikely she was merely showing off." Xiao Yan's agreement to Qinglin's request surprised Xiao Yi, who then sighed with a sense of resignation, though she felt a bit more reassured. She knew Xiao Yan was no impulsive man—he wouldn't simply send Qinglin to face a Heavenly Sovereign of the Hún Palace without cause or confidence. If he had made this decision, there must be solid reasons and a clear sense of assurance behind it. With a wave of his hand, eleven puppets materialized in the air above. Raising his gaze, Xiao Yan spoke softly, "Activate the great array—we need to break it..." Upon hearing this, Feng, the Sovereign of Wind, nodded and adjusted his hand seals. The luminous dome in the sky trembled and gradually dissolved. As the dome faded, the heavens dimmed, and the pervasive black mist came into close view for all present. Above, gazing at the slowly dissipating light shield, the old ghost of Star-Seeking coldly smiled. Then, his eyes pierced through the space, fixing upon the slender figure standing atop the mountain peak. His voice, sharp and icy, carried a deep, bone-chilling chill that resonated throughout the realm. "Xiao Yan, I've said before that we would meet again. This time, I'm going to see—just who will be able to save you!"