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Chapter 30: Heaven-Mending Peak's Master
Chapter 30: Heaven-Mending Peak’s Master
Lv Yang’s previous life had been devoted to mastering Formation Art. The grand formation etched into the Blood Sun Sword Core was a sword array called the "Bloodwash Celestial River Sword Array Diagram."
Divided into the Three Realms and Nine Palaces, the array’s core was the Sword Qi River, powered by the Blood Sun Sword Core, while the Heavenly Demon Blood Transformation Ray served as auxiliary energy. Lv Yang had meticulously designed 360 formation nodes. According to his plan, once he reclaimed his Primordial Qi Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner from Liu Xin, he could deploy the banner’s spirit into these nodes, maximizing the array’s power effortlessly.
But for now, he had to activate it himself.
“Activate!” Lv Yang chanted, fingers weaving a spell seal. The Blood Sun Sword Core resonated, and a celestial river surged northward from the southern sky, spanning the heavens with an endless, boundless expanse.
Lu Yuanchun, Zhao Xuhe, and the others were instantly engulfed. The roaring river carried infinite sword qi, each wave slicing relentlessly. Several weaker cultivators barely managed a scream before dissolving into crimson splatters within the river.
Lu Yuanchun’s face paled.
“This is impossible! My master warned me he knew Formation Art, but I never gave him time to set it up. How did we fall into his array?!”
Lu Yuanchun couldn’t comprehend the truth.
The Blood Sun Sword Core was no ordinary artifact—it was a formation-imbued treasure. Unlike conventional arrays, which required painstaking setup, this one manifested instantly with a mere thought.
Now trapped within, Lu Yuanchun’s confidence crumbled. Formation Art, which borrowed the power of heaven and earth, was legendary for making its user invincible at the same cultivation tier. Though Lu Yuanchun prided himself on his strength, the array’s oppressive force left him shaken.
Could he truly perish here, in such an undignified trap?
His expression darkened, his earlier arrogance replaced by unease. Beside him, Zhao Xuhe trembled as he whispered, “Senior Brother… this Formation Art…”
“Stay alert, Brother. This situation has unexpected variables,” Lu Yuanchun muttered, raising his Golden Radiance Treasure Mirror to shield himself.
Yet deep down, he clung to hope. In his eyes, Lv Yang was merely a disciple who’d stumbled upon rare fortune. Though gifted, his short time in the sect meant his mastery of Formation Art must be shallow—perhaps this array was even an inherited relic, not his own creation.
But the next moment shattered Lu Yuanchun’s delusions.
With a cold gaze, Lv Yang flicked his finger. The once-pure Sword Qi River darkened to a piercing crimson.
Heavenly Demon Blood Transformation Ray!
This divine technique was infamous—“grazing meant injury, contact meant death.” Normally, it required direct hits to take effect. But within the Bloodwash Celestial River Sword Array Diagram, anyone inside the formation was perpetually bathed in its lethal energy.
In an instant, Lu Yuanchun felt the world tremble. His remaining juniors screamed as their bodies dissolved into hollowed-out husks.
“No!”
Lu Yuanchun’s face contorted. Gritting his teeth, he altered his spell seal, channeling power into the Golden Radiance Treasure Mirror above. Its aura turned chaotic and violent.
Lv Yang saw through his intent immediately.
“Self-destructing the artifact? Naive!”
The Golden Radiance Treasure Mirror was a high-grade treasure. If detonated, it might tear through the array, carving an escape route. But that assumption relied on Lv Yang being bound by conventional Formation Art rules.
Ordinary arrays operated on fixed mechanisms, even with a master’s guidance. Yet a skilled Formation Art master could adapt the formation dynamically, transforming a rigid structure into a living, breathing entity. The Bloodwash Celestial River Sword Array Diagram, crafted by Lv Yang himself, was an extension of his will.
As Lu Yuanchun triggered the explosion, Lv Yang moved.
One hand weaving calculations, the other manipulating formation runes, he dispersed the blast’s force across the array. The explosion’s power, once concentrated, now diffused into harmless ripples.
The array remained intact.
Exploiting the momentary gap as the Golden Radiance Treasure Mirror shattered, the formation swallowed Lu Yuanchun and Zhao Xuhe whole. Zhao Xuhe didn’t even have time to scream before turning to a desiccated corpse.
“This… this monster is truly a Formation Art master?!”
Lu Yuanchun’s face turned ghostly pale. His blood and flesh felt like they were flooding away, mirroring Zhao Xuhe’s fate.
“Blood Transformation Ray!”
Desperation overrode fury. With a final, helpless glare, Lu Yuanchun surrendered to survival instinct.
A jade amulet at his waist shattered, erupting in radiant light that pierced the array.
Lv Yang’s eyes narrowed. Looking up, he saw a colossal, serene face materialize in the heavens—a face so majestic it seemed carved from the cosmos itself.
Its eyes, bright as sun and moon, pierced Lv Yang’s vision, searing his eyes with pain and draining his spiritual energy by seven or eight tenths. His flight formation faltered, nearly sending him plummeting.
The face gazed down, its voice like thunder rolling from a mountain:
“Reckless!”
The words were calm, yet carried divine authority. The heavens themselves seemed to reject Lv Yang, the surrounding spiritual energy scattering like frightened prey.
An invisible weight pressed upon him, as if a thousand mountains bore down. The ground cracked beneath the force.
The entire Heaven-Mending Peak trembled.
Disciples in secluded cultivation awoke in alarm, rushing from their caves to witness the celestial face. Fear gripped them.
“Master the Peak Lord!”
“Bow to the Peak Lord!”
Veteran disciples recognized the face and collapsed into prostration, their foreheads pounding the ground in terror.
Heaven-Mending Peak’s Master!
Now Lv Yang understood Zhao Xuhe’s mysterious mentor—this Foundation Building Realm master of the Inner Sect’s Four Peaks, a pillar of the Primordial Sacred Sect.
The voice’s echo shattered his array. Formation runes exploded, their power dissipating in an instant.
Lv Yang exhaled bitterly.
The gap between Refining Qi and Foundation Building was insurmountable. Decades of effort, undone by two words from a Foundation Building expert?
A single rebuke, and all was lost.
(End of Chapter)
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