Chapter 1125: Crossing Calamity, Yet Unable to Cross One's Own |
"The Great Formation of Heaven and Earth's Myriad Spirits communicates with the myriad realms of the heavens. How could such a bizarre change occur after the formation is complete? There must be something wrong somewhere."
A surge of extreme unease welled up in his heart, and this cultivator was just preparing to shut down the formation. But... It was already too late.
For some unknown reason, the formation suddenly began operating on its own. The blood-red giant eye slowly opened, revealing a strange vertical pupil.
Boom! The entire mortal world trembled violently.
Countless beams of blood light rose from the ground, like pillars of light, converging into the blood-red giant eye in the sky. After a moment of stunned silence, once he figured out what had just happened, the cultivator's face filled with endless despair and terror.
Because the instant the blood-red vertical pupil appeared, all living beings in this mortal world were killed in a flash. They turned into blood light and were absorbed by the blood-red pupil.
The cultivator's body trembled uncontrollably, an endless chill enveloping his heart. Although he had committed no small sins in the past, compared to the act of instantly slaughtering an entire world's beings at this moment, it was not even on the same level.
"We were all deceived. What Compassionate True Immortal..."
"This is clearly an utterly terrifying evil god!"
A spark of hope burst in the cultivator's eyes; he suddenly remembered something: "No, I cannot let the others fall into the same trap as me. I must hurry and notify them..."
The cultivator was about to flee this place in a panic. Yet he discovered that the blood-red vertical pupil in the sky had, at some point, locked onto him.
And just as the cultivator felt a chill throughout his body, convinced he would die under the blood-red giant eye. A breeze seemed to sweep through heaven and earth, and then a phantom inexplicably manifested.
It instantly drew the gaze of the blood-red vertical pupil in the sky. Meanwhile, far away in the Xuanhuang Realm, Li Fan's eyes narrowed slightly. He was no stranger to that phantom.
"Mr. Bai?"
"Was it because too many living beings were killed at once, causing the Immortal-Mortal Miasma to erupt violently in a short time and trigger a counteraction?"
The phantom stood between heaven and earth. Although its facial expression could not be seen clearly, boundless anger could be felt emanating from it. The phantom's gaze swept over this heaven and earth, then locked onto the sole survivor here.
That is, the cultivator who had set up the formation. The cultivator immediately sensed he could not move, a crisis of death surging into his heart. He struggled to say something.
The phantom did not listen to his explanation at all. A ripple instantly crossed a thousand miles, descending from the phantom onto the cultivator's body.
The cultivator's body suddenly went rigid. Then strands of his hair turned from black to white, his skin wrinkled like withered wood... In the blink of an eye, the cultivator transformed from a middle-aged man into a decrepit elder on the verge of death.
And then, he completely turned into a skeleton. He fell from the air.
After completing this act of vengeance, Mr. Bai's phantom gazed at the empty world, now devoid of any other living beings. A trace of sorrow appeared on his face. He cast one last reluctant glance, then dissipated with the wind.
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In the Xuanhuang Realm, Li Fan shook his head slightly. "I never expected the Immortal-Mortal Miasma to have this kind of form."
"No wonder the cultivators of the Xuanhuang Realm quickly agreed to the proposal for mortal migration back then. They must have discovered this secret."
"Debts have their owners, and grievances their culprits. Go find whoever set up the formation; it has nothing to do with me." Li Fan said with a cold laugh. "It even saves me the trouble of cleaning up myself."
The passing of one thug did not attract the attention of the other thugs. As one great formation after another was established and joined the Spirits-Refining Network. Li Fan grew ever closer to his final goal in this lifetime.
He gazed at the countless sentient beings' consciousnesses in the Spirits-Refining Formation. Even as the mastermind behind this, self-proclaimed to have attained Truth and thus qualified to disregard all things in the world. But he still felt a chill in his heart and dared not stare at it for long.
“myriad power of all living beings; truly terrifying and awe-inspiring.”
“I suspect that even a True Immortal would pale in comparison amid this sea of sentient beings.”
Li Fan's mind, as unyielding as millennial ice, actually wavered ever so slightly in that moment. But soon, his gaze hardened once more.
“All of this is necessary. With the immortal path severed, even figures like the Immortal Ancestor, Xuantian King, and Mr. Bai are trapped here forever. Only by finding the true path to liberation can we resolve everything at last. Otherwise, even if I do nothing, the ultimate fate awaiting the entire Xuanhuang Realm is destruction.”
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Li Fan's gaze grew utterly cold once more. Under his directives, the construction of the Myriad Spirits Great Formation accelerated further. In the end, this supreme great formation, spanning numerous mortal worlds, took full shape.
And just then, five paper figures from the Du'e Sect appeared opportunely at Li Fan's side. This time, however, they did not nag at him. Instead, they all turned their gazes toward the skies of the Xuanhuang Realm.
“How strange. How did things get so out of control and speed up just from a quick nap?”
“Could it be that the suction from the Immortal Ruins has intensified again?”
“For so many years, nothing this peculiar has happened. The changes were subtle; we didn't notice right away...”
The five little figures chattered among themselves, utterly ignoring Li Fan's presence. After careful observation, Li Fan realized they were not the same ones who had occasionally emerged before to admonish him.
These were entirely new figures, ones who had never appeared prior. They seemed to hold high positions in the Du'e Sect, overseeing the crises of the Xuanhuang Realm.
Li Fan had no intention of communicating with them. Instead, he directly activated the formation, forcibly drawing them back into the Book of Du'e.
“Hm?” This unusual disturbance quickly alerted the five little figures. They stared at Li Fan, their expressions slowly turning to horror.
“So you've been... all along...”
“This is bad!”
The Du'e Book trembled violently, its pages flipping wildly without wind. It seemed as if a horde of paper figures was about to pour forth from it. Yet before they could achieve anything, under the constraint of an invisible force, those five little figures were dragged forcibly back into the Du'e Book.
The book then slowly closed. It still twitched and resisted ceaselessly. Li Fan's expression remained unchanged as he continuously reinforced the sealing formation. Until the Du'e Book finally fell completely still.
“Since you've chosen to be a turtle hiding in its shell, then stay that way forever. The Xuanhuang Realm has no need of your salvation.”
Li Fan said flatly, suppressing the Du'e Book in the deepest recesses of the Five Elements Cave-Heaven. The Heaven and Earth Ten Thousand Spirits and All Beings Spirits-Refining Great Formation was now fully arrayed.
With Li Fan's final safeguard in place, he was ready to prepare for the ultimate plan. “From my observations over this past year, I've confirmed that the Immortal Ancestor is not in the Xuanhuang Realm. Just like before.”
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