GBP Chapter 392 The Existence of Formations
Chapter 392 The Existence of Formations
His body froze at first, then, like a puppet without support, slowly tilted backward. Finally, he crashed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
"Valley Master!" The disciples of Youming Valley cried out in unison upon witnessing this scene. Their voices were filled with undisguised terror and despair. Their Valley Master was an invincible figure in their eyes, yet he had suffered such a miserable defeat, even losing his life. Faced with this young man whose power was beyond their wildest imagination, they had no idea what to do; their hearts were filled only with endless fear and confusion.
The disciples' heart-wrenching, desperate cries echoed through the sky, as if trying to break free of the valley's constraints. Their eyes widened in terror as they stared at Xu Nian, their gazes like those of someone gazing upon death itself. Some began to tremble uncontrollably, their legs seemingly losing all strength; others collapsed to the ground, utterly devoid of the courage to even rise and flee. Many more scattered like frightened birds, desperately trying to escape this horrific scene that resembled a living hell.
Xu Nian slowly raised one hand, his fingers deftly shifting and forming a mysterious and complex hand seal. At the same time, he muttered incantations, his voice low yet clearly audible: "Search!"
As these two words left Xu Nian's lips, an invisible yet powerful wave swept out with lightning speed, instantly enveloping the entire Netherworld Valley. Wherever this wave passed, the disciples of Netherworld Valley felt an irresistible force invade their minds, their memories flooding out uncontrollably like a burst dam. Those disciples whose memories were forcibly accessed clutched their heads, wailing in agony. The pain of having their memories arbitrarily read was far worse than being in the deepest hell, leaving them wishing for death.
However, only a moment later, Xu Nian abruptly waved his hand, withdrawing the rampaging soul-searching spell. His brows furrowed slightly, a hint of doubt and disappointment on his face. It turned out that after a thorough search of the memories of all the Netherworld Valley disciples, no trace had been found.
It looks like it was mostly erased before.
Only a trace of demonic energy remained.
"Let's go." Xu Nian looked at Wu Qinghuan expressionlessly, her tone as indifferent as if she were discussing the weather. However, just as she turned to leave, Wu Qinghuan suddenly called out, "Wait!"
Wu Qinghuan's gaze was fixed on the lifeless Valley Master of Youming Valley lying in a pool of blood. He frowned slightly, seemingly lost in thought, and said, "Since this person had contact with a protector of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, perhaps we can find some important clues from his remaining memories." With that, Wu Qinghuan walked without hesitation towards the Valley Master's corpse, then slowly knelt down and gently placed a hand on the top of his head.
In an instant, an incomparably powerful divine sense surged into the Valley Master's sea of consciousness like a raging torrent. Time passed second by second, and Wu Qinghuan kept his eyes tightly closed, concentrating intently on exploring the secrets in the Valley Master's mind.
Finally, after a long while, Wu Qinghuan slowly opened his eyes and withdrew his hand. He shook his head helplessly and sighed, "Alas... the Valley Master's memories are incomplete. He only knows that the Protectors of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect once came to the Netherworld Valley. As for their specific purpose and final destination, he knows nothing at all."
Upon hearing this result, Xu Nian frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "In that case, it seems unlikely that we can continue investigating through this lead. It appears we'll have to find other ways to obtain useful information."
Just then, Wu Qinghuan's bright eyes suddenly turned towards the back mountain of Youming Valley, as if she were attracted by something. She stretched out her jade-like hand, pointing towards the back mountain, and said softly, "There..." Her words were filled with a hint of doubt and curiosity.
Upon hearing this, Xu Nian quickly looked in the direction Wu Qinghuan pointed. Sure enough, he keenly sensed a very faint fluctuation of spiritual energy emanating from the back mountain. This fluctuation was so subtle that it would be difficult to detect unless they possessed profound cultivation and extremely strong perception.
"It really is a formation!" Xu Nian exclaimed in surprise. One must know that whoever sets up a formation in such a remote place must have a specific purpose.
"I'll go and find out," Wu Qinghuan said without hesitation. Before she finished speaking, her figure shot out like lightning, arriving at the back mountain in an instant.
Upon reaching the back mountain, Wu Qinghuan did not act rashly. Instead, she stopped, calmed her mind, and began to carefully observe the restriction before her. After a moment, she said softly, "It's just a high-grade seventh-rank restriction. The person who set up this formation is quite crude. Such a restriction is utterly insignificant to me." Her words were full of confidence and disdain.
Immediately afterward, Wu Qinghuan swiftly formed a series of complex and mysterious hand seals while chanting incantations. With her movements, streams of profound runes, shimmering with mysterious light, flew continuously from her hands and precisely merged into the restriction in front of her.
Once all the runes had been integrated, Wu Qinghuan suddenly shouted, "Break!"
In an instant, the seemingly indestructible barrier emitted a crisp cracking sound, and countless cracks spread rapidly like a spider web. Finally, the entire barrier shattered with a deafening roar, turning into specks of spiritual light that dissipated into the air, revealing a deep, dark cave behind it.
"Let's go," Xu Nian said solemnly. As soon as he finished speaking, he flashed forward, heading towards the deep, dark cave. His companion quickly followed, and the two entered the mysterious and terrifying cave side by side.
Upon entering the cave, a chilling and eerie atmosphere immediately enveloped them, sending shivers down their spines. A heavy, oppressive aura permeated the surroundings, seemingly penetrating to the very marrow of their bones. Gusts of cold wind howled past, emitting sharp, piercing sounds, like the roars and howls of demons.
"Be careful," Xu Nian warned in a low voice. He looked around warily, his eyes sharp, not missing a single slight movement.
Wu Qinghuan nodded, indicating that she understood. At the same time, she waved her right hand, and a long sword gleaming with a cold light instantly appeared in her hand. The sword exuded a chilling aura, and it was clear at a glance that it was no ordinary weapon.
Armed with weapons, the two cautiously made their way deeper into the cave. As they ventured further, the surroundings grew increasingly pitch black, to the point where they couldn't see their own hands in front of their faces. The endless darkness was like the gaping maw of a gigantic monster, waiting to devour them.
"Such dense demonic energy!" Wu Qinghuan suddenly stopped and frowned. She keenly sensed an extremely evil power permeating the air, a power that made her feel very oppressed and uneasy.
"It seems this place is inextricably linked to the Ten Thousand Demons Sect." Xu Nian's expression grew increasingly grim, his eyes narrowing slightly, revealing a hint of coldness. He harbored a deep-seated hatred for the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, that infamous cult.
"These guys are like persistent ghosts," Wu Qinghuan cursed through gritted teeth. She gripped her longsword tightly, secretly vowing to eradicate these demons and restore peace to the world.
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Behind the Netherworld Valley, a narrow, winding path descends like a giant python lurking in the darkness, extending into the unfathomable abyss. Wu Qinghuan moved lightly along this rugged path, her delicate brows furrowing slightly, her beautiful eyes fixed on the distance, murmuring softly, "This demonic energy is growing stronger." At the same time, the longsword she gripped tightly seemed to sense this strange aura, its blade trembling slightly and emitting a low hum, as if warning its master.
Xu Nian followed closely behind, his face calm and composed, but a sharp glint occasionally flashed in his deep eyes. "Be careful," he said, his voice low but clear enough to reach Wu Qinghuan's ears. Just then, their vision suddenly brightened as the narrow path widened. A vast underground space lay before them.
This underground space was permeated with an incredibly dense, almost impenetrable, demonic energy, billowing like a thick, swirling black fog, completely filling the space. At the very center of this black fog, a massive pool of blood was violently churning, its contents bubbling and releasing waves of bloody gas. The pungent odor was so strong that even from a distance, it could induce nausea and dizziness.
The ground surrounding the blood pool was densely covered with all sorts of bizarre runes, which shimmered with an eerie light, echoing the blood pool and creating a mysterious and terrifying atmosphere. Beside the blood pool, an old man in a blood-red robe sat motionless, his eyes closed, like a statue. However, the powerful aura emanating from him was chilling—this man was actually a third-level Dao Integration Realm expert!
The old man slowly opened his eyes, which had been closed for a long time. In an instant, two scarlet beams of light shot out from his eyes, as if burning with raging flames, or containing endless killing intent and bloodlust. The light flickered erratically, making it impossible to look directly at, like a ferocious beast hidden in the darkness suddenly revealing its fangs, exuding a chilling aura.
As he opened his eyes, a hoarse and deep voice came from his mouth: "Sorry to keep you waiting..." The voice seemed to have been eroded by the years, full of vicissitudes and weariness, but it also contained a trace of undisguised violence and ferocity, like the roar of a demon from the depths of the Netherworld.
Just then, an overwhelming and suffocating pressure surged forth from the old man's body like a tidal wave, instantly enveloping the entire space. Those present felt their breathing become difficult, as if a thousand-pound boulder was pressing on their chests, making even the slightest movement of a finger incredibly challenging.
Blood Demon Taoist? One of the protectors of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect!
Moreover, he was a super strong expert at the third level of the Dao Integration Realm!
The Dao Integration Realm is a realm that cultivators dream of, and the difference between each level is like heaven and earth. Not to mention that the person in front of us is a terrifying existence who has reached the third level.
Faced with such a formidable enemy, Xu Nian remained unmoved.
There was absolutely no change in his expression.
"Arrogant brat! Today I'll show you the power of this Daoist!" the Blood Demon Daoist roared, abruptly standing to his feet. As he rose, an incredibly terrifying black demonic energy erupted from his body, shooting straight into the sky. This demonic energy was so dense it was almost impenetrable, churning and swirling in the air to form a massive black cloud that blotted out the sun. From afar, it resembled a volcano about to erupt, poised to unleash a world-destroying force at any moment.
"Hmph, don't think you're the only one with tricks up your sleeve!" The Blood Demon Daoist's lips curled into a contemptuous smile. "This secret realm has special rules that suppress the cultivation level of those who enter. The higher the cultivation level, the stronger the suppression. In my opinion, your strength is probably less than one-tenth of what it used to be!"
A glint of venomous malice flashed in the Blood Demon Taoist's eyes as he spoke viciously, "I have been waiting here for a long time, and I have meticulously set up this incredibly powerful Blood Demon Formation!" As his words fell, ripples began to spread across the once calm blood pool, and the blood within seemed to be controlled by a mysterious and powerful force, churning and surging wildly.
In an instant, the blood coalesced, forming thick, crimson pillars of light, like lava columns shooting into the sky during a volcanic eruption—powerful and terrifying. Then, the Blood Demon Daoist let out another deafening roar: "Immortal-Slaying Blood Claw!"
With this roar, the blood in the pool rapidly condensed into an enormous, blood-red claw. This claw was entirely crimson, emanating a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine, as if it truly possessed the terrifying power to destroy immortals. Carrying an overwhelming, world-destroying force, it lashed out at Xu Nian, who was not far away, like a moving mountain.
Wherever the giant claw passed, the surrounding space trembled violently, emitting a chilling, ear-piercing screeching sound, as if the space itself were about to collapse and shatter at any moment. Seeing such a terrifying scene, Wu Qinghuan couldn't help but exclaim in alarm, "Danger!" Her face was full of worry, and her heart instantly jumped into her throat.