Chapter 239
When they truly realize they are about to die, fear grips them!
In the formation, Chen Huai'an held his sword in his right hand, deep in thought.
He had intended to soar up and take out the enemy directly, but to his surprise, this formation was actually capable of restricting flight?!
Not only did it restrict flight, but it also solidified the surrounding space into an iron plate; he couldn't even tear through the void to escape.
The one who set up this formation had clearly come prepared, specifically targeting his Dongxu realm strength.
That meant the enemy must be from one of the three great sacred lands.
If that’s the case, then he had no choice but to break the formation.
Just like fixing a television, the first move was bound to be a violent assault, so he swung his sword at the grand formation.
Boom—!
The sword intent surged like a tide, a silver-white curtain of sword energy crashing against the formation, but it merely rippled without budging an inch.
Chen Huai'an curled his lip, ready to employ a stronger sword technique.
Suddenly, a cold, sharp laughter echoed through the air.
“Old Ancestor of the Sword Pavilion, don’t waste your effort~”
Chen Huai'an looked up and saw the figure of a female cultivator from Yaochi flickering between the clouds.
Though he couldn't glean any information about her through the formation, the fact that she dared to show up meant she was also at the Dongxu realm.
She didn’t dare to confront him directly, relying instead on the formation, indicating that her strength was not on par with his.
He could kill her.
At that moment, Chen Huai'an mentally tagged the Yaochi cultivator.
“This is the Absolute Immortal Formation of our Yaochi Sacred Land. You can’t break it from the inside, and even attacking from the outside would require at least three Dongxu Ninth Realm cultivators working together to suppress the formation! To break my Absolute Immortal Formation, you’d need to find eighteen formation nodes—can you find them?”
Listening to her smug laughter, Chen Huai'an glanced at the map.
A large circular formation encircled eighteen smaller rings.
So, the eighteen smaller rings must be the formation nodes.
“Thanks for the reminder!” Chen Huai'an cupped his hands in a gesture of thanks to the Yaochi cultivator.
Is this the simple-minded Cangyun Realm?
In the real world, a competitor wouldn’t say a word until they had you dead to rights.
Some wouldn’t even let you know how you died until the very end.
Along with the tag ‘can kill,’ Chen Huai'an added another: ‘good person.’
At this moment, the grand formation began to operate, and the first effect was a suppression of realms. Chen Huai'an felt his cultivation slowly being pushed back, but he remained calm, casually walking to a small red circle on the map, then spreading out his spiritual sense and closing his eyes to perceive his surroundings.
“Has the Old Ancestor of the Sword Pavilion found a formation node?!”
Yao Ning, the cultivator, was momentarily stunned, then shook her head.
“Impossible! It must be a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse!”
The Absolute Immortal Formation had a vast coverage area, but the formation nodes were small and unevenly distributed within the grand formation.
At this moment, the Old Ancestor of the Sword Pavilion stood on one of the nodes without making any other moves; it should just be a coincidence.
“Hmph, scaring yourself~” Yao Ning had just patted her chest in self-comfort when, in the next second, Chen Huai'an swung his sword down toward the ground.
Her unfinished words turned into a high-pitched scream.
“Ah! He found a formation node? How is that possible?!”
“Could it be that the Old Ancestor of the Sword Pavilion not only excels in swordsmanship but also possesses formidable formation skills?!”
“Fortunately, there’s still a backup plan!” At this moment, Yao Ning was very glad she hadn’t skimped on materials when setting up the formation.
If she hadn’t completed the full version of the Absolute Immortal Formation, one of the formation nodes would have already been broken.
She had no doubt about the destructive power of the Old Ancestor of the Sword Pavilion’s casual sword strike.
Inside the formation, Chen Huai'an frowned slightly; that last strike hadn’t hit the core of the formation node.
At the moment he swung his sword, the core of the node had automatically shifted position.
“Interesting, as expected of the Absolute Immortal Formation. The grand formation nests smaller formations, and the smaller formations can not only conceal each other but also automatically shift positions when attacked…”
A smirk crept onto Chen Huai'an’s lips.
If any other Dongxu cultivator had come, they would have likely fallen for the tricks of the Yaochi enchantress.
But was he an ordinary Dongxu?
Even though his strength had been suppressed from the Fifth Realm to the Third Realm, he was more than capable of breaking through eighteen formation nodes.
The Qinglian Sword Classic had twelve styles, each with its own characteristics.
Some wielded sword might like a prison, some had momentum like a rainbow, some could break through myriad laws, and some were simply fast and unbreakable.
The tenth style—Moonrise over Tianshan—condensed sword intent into moonlight, delivering an unending barrage of sword energy to enemies across a wide area.
In the late stage of the Transformation God realm, Moonrise over Tianshan could pierce through the gates of the Qingyun Sect with a single strike.
In the Dongxu Third Realm, Chen Huai'an simply pointed his fingers like a sword, aiming it skyward.
Clang—!
The sound of the sword rang like thunder.
A streak of moonlight rose from behind him.
“Bright moon rises over Tianshan, amidst the vast sea of clouds!”
As the ethereal voice echoed, Yao Ning found it increasingly difficult to see Chen Huai'an’s figure.
His dark robe, which should have stood out against the pale moonlight, now blended seamlessly with the desolate moonlight.
Yao Ning couldn’t tell whether the ethereal sound came from the Old Ancestor of the Sword Pavilion or from the heavens above, or perhaps it was just in her ears, in her heart.
All she could see was a glimmer of sword light, growing denser in the moonlight!
In the moonlight, someone danced with a sword, and the sword’s momentum suddenly shifted.
“Not good!!!” This strike wasn’t aimed at Yao Ning, but she could already sense something was amiss.
An overwhelming killing intent enveloped the entire Absolute Immortal Formation.
What poured down was moonlight, and also sword energy.
Under Chen Huai'an’s guidance, the sword energy primarily targeted the eighteen formation nodes, and every time a node shifted position, sword energy would strike down.
And how much destructive power could the Dongxu realm’s Moonrise over Tianshan unleash?
Previously, it had only left a multitude of sword holes in front of the Qingxuan Sect’s main hall.
Now, sword energy rained down from the sky, trailing a comet-like tail of light.
Like shattered meteors falling to the ground.
With booming explosions, the ground was pounded into interconnected massive sword pits, and the area covered by the sword energy began to sink.
Forget about eighteen formation nodes.
Even one hundred and eight nodes that could shift freely would be smashed through by this sword.
The Absolute Immortal Formation collapsed with a thunderous roar.
Yao Ning turned and fled, using her fastest speed to break through the void toward Yaochi.
However, in the next second.
A hand had already pressed down on her crown.
The other hand was still clutching a spirit crystal that hadn’t been stowed away—he even had time to collect the remaining materials for the Absolute Immortal Formation.
“Don’t run,” Chen Huai'an said, gripping Yao Ning’s head, a chilling smile creeping across his face.
“Let me—” Her skull began to cave in under his grip.
“Did I let you run?!” The last word fell.
Chen Huai'an’s knuckles bulged with veins.
He held Yao Ning high above, then plummeted.
Boom—!
Her skull collided with the ground, exploding with a deafening sound.
In the moonlight, blood mist erupted, shattered bones mixed with sand and gravel, and the hem of her dark robe was splattered with crimson.
Amidst the dust, Chen Huai'an rose from the cracked ground.
His blood-stained fingertips clenched tightly, and Yao Ning’s soul was crushed to powder in his grasp.
“Pfft, what kind of thing dares to bark in front of me?”
Chen Huai'an dried the blood in his hand,
Then swung his sword to tear through the void, soaring deep into the depths of the Ten Thousand Mountains.
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Chapter 257: Go Bring Dan Bai Back (Diao Mao Dalba +1)
“Real Person, Yao Ning is dead.”
The serene face of Yao Yao, who was meditating with her eyes closed, finally showed a ripple of emotion upon hearing this.
She opened her eyes, her cold gaze landing on the Yaochi disciple before her: “Didn’t she set up the Absolute Immortal Formation for the Old Ancestor of the Sword Pavilion? How could she die?! Is there a specific cause of death? As a Dongxu Fourth Realm cultivator, she shouldn’t have died without a sound.”
The disciple looked at Yao Yao, feeling a chill run down his spine.
Elder Yao Ning was considered one of Yao Yao’s trusted aides.
But with Elder Yao Ning dead, it was as if a dog from Yaochi had died for Yao Yao.
There was no need to mourn for a dog; she only needed to ask how it had been killed.
She understood this well, knowing the coldness of Yaochi, but now that she was in Yaochi, wasn’t she also a part of that coldness?
“Yao Ning died very quickly; her soul was shattered almost instantaneously.
From the soul lamp, we can only discern that her soul was crushed by a strand of sword intent. She couldn’t escape or even call for help.”
“Useless.” Yao Yao snorted coldly.
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