"You really don't have any pity for me at all, Elder Dragon."

Although the fall was quite embarrassing, Kongming, who had enough strength to respond to the mocking, did not suffer serious injuries. After getting up, he leaped out from the hole smashed by the ice house and continued to fight.

"Aya Aya, what's your take?"

"I don't think Kongming can win, it's better to retreat," Aya glanced up, quickly reached a conclusion, and then shuddered, "And I definitely don't want to see that guy again."

Yuan, he really didn't want to see him a second time, especially when Xingjian mentioned that he and Yuan still had connections in this city, he wished he could spread his wings and fly away immediately.

"Mm..." The Princess's mood at this moment was also very complex. On one hand, she still wanted to leave this dangerous place after ensuring her and Aya's safety. Too many troubles had occurred during this period, she missed the happy life as the castle's princess who was just a homebody...

But on the other hand, Xingjian's words kept looping in her mind. The fact that Yuan also came from Earth in their past lives was too shocking, and considering the helium airship that didn't use magic for lift, Xingjian's statement didn't seem unfounded to Tiran.

Encountering a "fellow countryman" from the same world in a different world separated by a dimension far from her long-lost home had an irresistibly attraction to Tiran.

Fortunately, the following developments did not give her time to dwell on this matter.

"Everyone."

The sound of Kongming's voice rang in the minds of the few people sheltering from the wind pressure under the ice hut. Of course, it was not a surprising thing at all that experts between The Realm and divine ranks could achieve such a feat.

"I need some help."

The reason for seeking help was simple — he was losing.

Kongming's and Minglin's power systems were different, and the distance between them at the finish line was still evident in the actual battle. Despite Kongming's experience and strength not leading to a complete one-sided suppression, after a brief exchange of blows with the spirit of the Immortal Spirit, he had confirmed this fact.

Continuing the fight would only result in his defeat.

In the Western cultivation system, a high-tier Realm could create a domain of myriad laws controlled by oneself using their power, and the gap between The Realm and divine ranks was not about "quality" but "quantity," unlike the usual disparity between ordinary experts and Holy Ranks.

Deities enlarged The Realm through faith and, after obtaining powerful abilities, demonstrated miracles to attract followers, creating a continuously expanding cycle, ultimately overshadowing ordinary The Realms in both intensity and breadth with their "divine domains."

Although Kongming, after absorbing the Abyssal Dragon's The Realm within the seal, had exceeded what a common The Realm could achieve, he was still at the beginner level without gathering faith in the Devildom.

In contrast, the Eastern cultivation system did not rely on external faith but on integrating oneself into the Dao to manipulate laws, known as the "Unity of Heaven and Man." Despite being an incomplete immortal, the strength of the spirit of the Immortal Spirit surpassed Kongming's.

"We need to use some external force to defeat her in a different way."

The "external force" mentioned by Kongming was also input into the minds of the few people through telepathy.

"Are we still relying on that magic array for the solution?" Tiran revealed a disappointed expression.

The plan was quite simple, continuing the creation by the gods, with the only difference being that no physical body is needed to harbor the divine soul; instead, it would be sealed within an object.

Originally, the magic array malfunctioned due to the forced signing of the Dragon Knight contract, causing the body that was supposed to house the divine soul, Aya, to detach from the spell, thus putting the entire magic array into a state of semi-stability. To restore its function, all it needed was a reboot.

"But where do we get this sealing object? I don't have any high-end items capable of containing a divine spirit," Tiran shrugged, glancing at Xingjian and Xiangling, who received the same negative answer.

"There is a crystal at the place where I fell, which can serve as the sealing object."

Guided by Kongming, Tiran found a semi-translucent gray rectangular crystal block beneath a pile of broken ice, its edges entwined with silver patterns. The crystal was extremely cloudy, of a rather primitive texture, resembling a cheap inferior glass.

The only one not calm upon seeing the object was a certain little dragon, "Hey! Isn't this thing...?"

"Well, this is a Chaos Crystal crafted from the bones of an Abyssal Dark Dragon combined with the chaotic clay from the Devildom. After shaping a body for myself at the Mist Swamp, I had some dragon bones left, so I made this little trinket. Although it doesn't possess any special abilities, its quality and ability to contain various energies are top-notch. Originally intended as a memento for my Dark Dragon brother, I never expected it to come in handy."

"You scoundrel, Kongming... that's too much! You had excess materials to make this trash, but you didn't make my body a bit bigger and more imposing!" The little dragon grumbled in his throat, almost wanting to pounce and kill Kongming with the help of the celestial spirit.

How could a majestic ancient Dark Dragon like himself endure being stuck in a body the size of a newly hatched dragonling?

"Don't be restless, Dark Dragon brother. If it weren't for your sacrifice, wouldn't we be at a complete loss now?" Even in the midst of a life-and-death struggle, Kongming could still muster up some humor, showing that it wasn't the end of the road yet.

"It's totally not the same!" Though still angry, the little dragon had no choice but to accept the situation. It was infuriating! How could he, a dignified Abyssal Dark Dragon, one of the oldest demonic creatures, have fallen so low as to inhabit such a shameful body and work for a foolish demon king?

Crack.

With a crisp cracking sound, the ice house that had already been damaged by Kongming smashing through it once again began to show obvious cracks due to the razor-sharp winds generated from the celestial beings' battle above reaching the ground, looking as if it was about to collapse.

"Hey, isn't now the time to worry about such matters? We need to leave quickly before this place is demolished," Aya urged slightly panicking, understanding that regardless of their current strength, there were still moments when they needed to back down.

"Tsk." The Dark Dragon grimaced, grinding his teeth, but he didn't dwell on the thought of his bones being used for something.

Kongming then provided clear instructions: he would drag the celestial spirit's silhouette into the Nine Realms to isolate the residual effects, while Aya and the others would return to the large pit left by the Deification Ritual to restore the magic array. Once rebooted, Kongming would release the celestial spirit back onto the array to complete the seal.

The plan was a bit rough, but facing so many variables from a god-tier entity, they had no choice but to adapt on the spot.

Therefore, at that moment, the continuous howling winds in the sky and the various waves of destruction radiating outward towards the buildings on the ground suddenly ceased, leaving only the holes in the clouds that were torn apart by the battle.

Tiran and the others' destination was the ruins of the Star Tower, which was located at the center of the first explosion. Although now there was only a big hole left, its position still remained the core of the divine formation that spread throughout the city. As long as they could replicate the runes of the core formation here, they could still harness the geothermal energy underground in Luo Jing and utilize the functions of the formation.

"By the way... does anyone among us specialize in drawing Magic formations?"

Standing at the bottom of the pit, which had become extremely smooth due to the material being directly eliminated by the separation of yin and yang, the princess suddenly realized a serious problem.

"Don't look at me, I only know Magic, understanding formations alone is already good enough, not to mention drawing one that only existed in ancient times. Such things don't exist in the modern era," Aya was the first to refuse.

"Perhaps a student from the Tianan branch..."

"No need to mention my name, Princess Xiangling," Tiran covered his face, realizing his expectations were too high.

The only one left to rely on was -

Tiran looked hopefully at the small dragon cub nearby, who was still sulking because his body had been misused, after all, it was a demon dragon that had lived for thousands of years. In a way, it was Aya's senior, just like Kongming, an ancient relic. If Kongming had approved of this plan, he must have a way, right?

"Hmph? Why should this grandpa clean up the mess left by that jerk who messed with my body? I don't understand, I don't know, I won't do it."

The small dragon cub had a small body but a big temper, flapping its wings and showing no intention of cooperating, being proud and stubborn.

"But according to Kongming, if he can't control Minglin's surge of divine power in the end, it could very likely lead to the birth of a world-destroying evil god..."

"The survival of humans has nothing to do with me, destroy it, I'm tired."

The small dragon cub glanced at Tiran with lifeless eyes.

"Seems to make sense, I'm convinced, so Aya, let's take advantage of Zhuge Qinmo delaying time and make a run for it. Let the goddess deal with the evil god headache, let's go home and rest..."

"Miss, your lines are not right! Shouldn't you be eloquently arguing at a time like this?" Aya shook his head with a wry smile.

"After experiencing a lot of troubles on the long journey, I feel tired, so returning home for some peace and quiet seems to be the best option, let's hurry back and rest..."

Tiran swayed and lightly jogged up to Aya, leaning on him, completely relaxing his entire body, showing a lazy expression.

"Don't keep thinking about resting in bed!"

"Hmph, what do you think this lady went through all the trouble for?"

"...Princess, you don't seem right," Aya stared at Tiran with a stiff expression.

Ultimately, it was Xingjian, who they never expected to help at first, who solved the problem. It wasn't because Xingjian understood ancient and modern knowledge, including ancient-level Magic formations, but because her eyes that pierced through cause and effect could trace back to reconstruct the formation made by the divine being before it was destroyed. The rest was just a matter of following her example.

Ancient-level formations were quite complex, and many of the patterns required a lot of effort to draw. Fortunately, this formation had no material requirements for drawing, allowing Tiran to control the Frost Chi to condense the formation patterns on the ground.