Phi-Fic Chapter 74 Kicking Down the Door to Check the Water Gauge: This Broken Formation Dares to Be Called
Chapter 74 Kicking Down the Door to Check the Water Gauge: This Broken Formation Dares to Be Called
The sonic boom that tore through the sky above Jiangnan City had not yet dissipated, and the rolling clouds were still churning. Lu Yuan's figure had already traversed thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, stepping across the entire territory of China.
The supreme physical body of the Great Ascension Immortal Venerable soared through the air at incredible speed, crushing and burning the surrounding air. The surging, high-temperature flames were enough to instantly melt even the finest titanium alloy. However, any flames or heat waves that approached within half a foot of his simple white casual attire were completely obliterated by an invisible, intangible, and extremely condensed immortal aura, preventing even a speck of smoke or heat from getting close.
Under the cover of night, the vast snowfield stretches for thousands of miles, resembling thousands of lurking white dragons lying quietly on the desolate land, cold and desolate.
Suddenly, the figure speeding through the sky froze in mid-air.
The surging air beneath their feet was suddenly suppressed by a tremendous force, emitting an extremely muffled roar. A circle of snow-white air waves, clearly visible to the naked eye, exploded outwards, layer upon layer, covering the entire snow-capped mountaintop and causing the swirling snowstorm to abruptly stop.
Lu Yuan casually put his hands in his pockets, looked down at the dormant volcano that had been silent for thousands of years, and a faint indifference flashed in his eyes.
"This is it."
The biting wind howled wildly here, with temperatures plummeting to minus thirty degrees Celsius. The wind, sharp as steel blades, whipped through the air, carrying tiny ice fragments that rustled and whistled across the entire mountain forest. This desolate volcanic crater, seemingly no different from any other wasteland or barren mountain, could only be detected by Lu Yuan's vast and boundless divine sense, which could discern faint, fragmented, and barely clinging spiritual energy within the cracks of the rock layers.
He finished his calculations in an instant, a cold, extremely mocking smile curling at the corner of his mouth, his heart filled with impatience and contempt.
The incomplete Eight Gates Formation, paired with the crudely made Four Symbols Maze Formation, even the foundation stones of the formation's core were made from the lowest grade of low-grade spirit stones.
A group of poor, destitute inhabitants living in a cramped corner at the bottom of a well.
This dilapidated formation, which couldn't even hold back pigsties where ordinary animals were kept in the vast world of cultivation where he once lived, is now being used as a sect's protective formation, attempting to guard the secret realm and make it impregnable. It's utterly ridiculous.
As a Mahayana Immortal Venerable who could pluck stars from the sky with his bare hands and destroy the heavens with a flick of his finger, he never once thought of bothering to deduce anything about the gates of life and death or the mysteries of formations.
To obediently break through the formation and enter through the so-called main gate would be the greatest insult to his millennia of cultivation.
Lu Yuan lightly lifted his right foot and lazily and casually stepped into the empty space beneath his feet.
Click—!
A crisp, piercing, and bone-chilling sound of space shattering suddenly exploded across the vast snowfield, shaking the surrounding wind and snow relentlessly.
This is the deafening sound of the barrier between heaven and earth being shattered by supreme immortal power!
The once clear and empty sky above the crater was instantly covered with dense cyan array patterns. The power of the array, which had been dormant for thousands of years, was fully restored. The red light of the array patterns flickered and pulsated wildly, trying its best to repair the huge void hole that had been stepped out, and attempting to defend the barrier of the secret realm.
But the next second, the overwhelming force crashed down.
A wisp of Gengjin sword energy, refined to its extreme and pure and flawless, poured into the core of the formation from the soles of Lu Yuan's feet.
boom!!
The entire extinct volcano trembled and shook violently, with rocks and debris tumbling down, shaking the millennia-old, stable landscape. The azure array patterns, passed down for thousands of years and revered as divine protection by the people of Kunlun, shattered instantly like broken glass, disintegrating into countless tiny specks of light that vanished with the wind.
The last veil concealing the secret realm was completely torn away, and the folded space hidden behind the formation was exposed to the world without reservation.
Thick, ethereal clouds and mist enveloped the surrounding area. Deep within the clouds and mist, clusters of ancient palaces and pavilions were scattered about, and several graceful mountain peaks floated in the air, forming their own little world.
A surge of spiritual energy, dozens of times greater than that of the outside world, burst forth. However, despite its richness, this spiritual energy was accompanied by a gloomy, decaying, and lifeless aura, like the foul odor emanating from a coffin sealed for a thousand years in an ancient tomb.
Lu Yuan raised his hand and lightly brushed off the non-existent dust from his trouser leg. With a lazy and indifferent expression and unhurried steps, he slowly stepped into the secret realm through the huge gap that had been opened.
He knew perfectly well that these remaining immortal cultivation sects in the lower realm were hiding in the spiritually barren and turbid world, clinging to life, occupying a small spiritual vein and becoming complacent, ultimately just frogs in a well who could not be brought to the forefront.
Meanwhile, deep within the secret realm, inside a grand bronze hall covered in dark green rust, ancient and imposing.
Snapped!
At the very center of the offering table, a warm jade spirit tablet engraved with the three characters "Zhao Wuji" suddenly exploded without warning, instantly turning into dust and disappearing without a trace.
The air in the entire hall froze instantly, becoming deathly silent and suffocating.
The withered old man sitting cross-legged in the hall had wrinkled skin like dried orange peel and a body as thin as a stick. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and two terrifying, cold beams of light shot out from his cloudy, aged eyes, sharp as swords!
"Wuji's soul tablet... is shattered!"
The old man's throat bobbed, emitting a rough, piercing roar like sandpaper scraping. His withered, bony fingers gripped the edge of the prayer mat tightly, as extreme fear and rage surged into his heart. His fingernails dug fiercely into the bluestone ground, carving several deep white marks.
The dark shadows in the corner of the hall churned violently, and several equally decaying, ancient, and long-hidden terrifying auras suddenly surged, carrying with them undisguised fear and disbelief.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
A deep, trembling voice, filled with fear, came from the shadows: "Wuji possesses the cultivation of a half-step Golden Core cultivator and wields the sect's treasured Azure Thunder Sword in the mortal realm! This chaotic world is a spiritual wasteland; how could anyone in the mortal realm break through his protective cultivation and kill him?"
"Could it be that the secular military used forbidden nuclear weapons?"
The old man suddenly stood up, his tattered, ancient Taoist robe fluttering and billowing without wind, and the dormant pressure of his Nascent Soul, which had been dormant for many years, suddenly spread out.
"Even with a nuclear attack, his primordial spirit would have been able to escape and return with the Azure Thunder Sword protecting him! The opponent directly crushed his soul's essence with supreme power!"
The old man was greatly shocked, and his mind raced with calculations.
To instantly kill a half-step Golden Core cultivator, such strength is at least at the peak of the late Core Formation stage, and is even more likely to be a powerhouse with one foot in the Nascent Soul stage!
However, this mortal land, devoid of spiritual energy and with incomplete laws, could not possibly nurture a native cultivator of this level!
In an instant, a guess that both shocked and angered him surged into his mind.
"They are survivors from the ancient war! Those remaining rogue cultivators must have found a secret method to circumvent the seal of the laws of heaven and earth, and have endured and eked out a living until now!"
The old man gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, each word brimming with murderous intent, "With the Boundary Stone appearing in the world, the flesh and blood of true spirits emerging, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth revived, these rats hiding in the gutter have finally couldn't resist coming out to snatch food!"
Boom—!
Before the words were finished, the entire ancient bronze hall suddenly shook violently, and the dust that had been sealed on the roof for thousands of years fell down in a flurry, the tremors echoing throughout the entire secret realm.
A deafening roar suddenly came from the direction of the entrance to the secret realm, piercing through layers of clouds and mountains!
The old man's face instantly turned ashen, a surge of rage engulfing him, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"Damn it! Someone is launching a full-scale attack on Kunlun's millennium-old protective formation!"
He grabbed the ancient bronze mirror with a thin crack from the altar, and in a flash, stepped out of the bronze hall, his hoarse shout echoing through the mountains.
"Ring the Heavenly Bell! Awaken all inner sect elders and mountain-protecting cultivators! Today I'll see which foolish remnant dares to trespass on my Kunlun Holy Land and run rampant!"
......
At the entrance to the secret realm, white jade steps stretch for miles, wide, flat, and entirely white.
Lu Yuan slowly stepped onto it, glanced around, and his eyes were filled with even more mockery.
The ancient trees lining the road are gnarled and twisted, their branches sinister and eerie, their bark crisscrossed with grooves, and countless withered and weathered remains of monsters hanging from their branches, layer upon layer, resembling a bizarre and sinister cult sacrifice, sending chills down one's spine.
"They did occupy a decent spiritual land and gathered a lot of spiritual energy from heaven and earth."
Lu Yuan scoffed, his heart filled with disdain. "It's a pity he's short-sighted, wasting all his talent on these flashy but impractical and dilapidated sights."
He took a deep breath, his chest like a bottomless black hole, instantly drawing away all the dense spiritual energy accumulated within a radius of several hundred meters. The originally abundant spiritual energy was instantly depleted, and the surrounding air became thin and dry.
Immediately afterwards, he sneezed softly, rubbed his slightly itchy nose, and looked disgusted.
"It smells extremely foul, rotten and gloomy, even more pungent than moldy stinky tofu."
He didn't bother to look at the chaos around him any longer. He put his hands back in his pockets and strolled leisurely up the long white jade steps.
After traveling no more than a hundred meters, the churning clouds ahead were suddenly torn apart and blown away by a powerful gust of wind.
A dozen or so Kunlun disciples, dressed in uniform blue robes and carrying standard longswords, flew in from all directions, their auras chilling and their formation imposing.
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