ninety thousand miles

Chapter 559 Sword Formation
"How many mortals and monks do you usually invite to each banquet held by Guihong?" Li Chuan asked.

Liu Yang replied: "There are more and less. It is said that in the past, there were some who invited more than a hundred monks at once, and some who did not invite a single monk. Some people also said..."

"What?" Li Chuan asked.

"They said that it was not Guihong's banquet, but a kind of magic, a dream," Liu Yang said, "But there were indeed cultivators who met their fellow seniors who had ascended to heaven before at the banquet, so the banquet should be real."

Li Chuan also thought it was true, "It seems that the ancient immortal Guihong really likes the hustle and bustle."

"The immortals can do whatever they want," Liu Yang added. "And there are times when they don't hold banquets for hundreds or thousands of years. They may be in seclusion at that time, or they may just be tired of it. But for a cultivator, it is a great opportunity to go to the immortal world before ascending, whether in a dream or in reality."

"That's right." Li Chuan saw Liu Yang looking upwards again, so he said, "You continue to comprehend. I'll sit alone for a while."

"Okay, I'll come down in two or three hours." Liu Yang said.

After Li Chuan sent Liu Yang up, he walked along the gravel ground for several times.

The time when the calamity energy first surged has been advanced.

What does this mean? Li Chuan couldn't figure it out. He didn't know if it was because of Tian Su's arrangement or because many things were different. In that life, there should be no Li Chuan. There was no successor to the "Wen Jing". Could it be that the previous 17 successors were all time travelers? The next time I see Gong Wuguang, I can ask him more about Mingheng.

Whether it was advanced or not, it might not be a big deal. For these cultivators and immortals, hundreds or thousands of years could pass in an instant, so even if the time of the initial surge was off by a few hundred years, it might still be the same period in their eyes.

But...but if it was deliberately brought forward, what is the point of bringing it forward?

He shook his head and sat down.

Let's leave it to people with brains to think about, such as Wen Guying, Gong Wuguang, and the leaders and elders of the Xuanmen.

Now that he was sitting here, all he could do was pick up bones for Tiansu and find the jelly worm. There might be more than one, or there might not be any.

Li Chuan swallowed two more fasting pills.

Fortunately, my second and third brothers did not come with us. Thinking of this, he took out the Butterfly Spirit and the Tianyin Pot.

Concentrate your mind and listen to the sound of the pot.

He looked deeper into the rubble.

How deep is it? How deep can it be? The sound of the pot spread among the gravel, going deeper and deeper. The deeper it went, the denser the stones were, and the sound gradually became ethereal and insubstantial. Until the ripples were almost invisible, Li Chuan felt a vague barrier blocking him.

The end?
He kept knocking on the kettle, trying to see the barrier clearly, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't touch it.

Pick up all the rubble, and maybe you'll be able to see clearly.

At least that barrier was there, proving that the rubble here was not really endless, and he would always be able to pick it up.

In his vision, every piece of gravel showed its structure.

Can they be put together? An idea came to Li Chuan's mind. These structures, connected together, and then... then use a certain point to control the others...

Give it a try.

Thinking this way, Li Chuan started trying.

He pieced the pieces together slowly, like a child playing with building blocks, following a certain pattern. The dots and lines gradually connected in his hands and slowly took shape.

Patterns in the "Wen Jing".

The structure of the sword formation.

Patterns from Ming Heng's notes.

The light spots in the temple of heroes.

……

The meaningless patterns that he had memorized lit up in his mind one by one, and then he selected the appropriate parts, took them out, and displayed them with broken stones. Gradually, an object that looked like a rune or a formation appeared in front of him, and the light of the butterfly spirit shone on it. The tree on the butterfly's abdomen began to grow, and the golden leaves slowly spread out and turned into a full moon, reflecting the strange object.

Then Li Chuan created a second one, a third one... He stopped when he created the seventh one. He arranged them into a sword formation and then tried to drive them.

The sound of the pot rose and fell eagerly.

Still not moving.

Did he make a mistake somewhere?

At this time, he felt his palms burning, and then he felt the butterfly spirit moving. Could it be that he needed to use the butterfly spirit to drive it? But it still didn't move.

He recalled how he used the butterfly spirit in the Godly Temple. He took the butterfly spirit out from the light column, and then the light of the Pattern Sutra wrapped it into a cocoon...

Do I need to activate the "Wen Jing"?
Let’s try other methods first. He doesn’t want to tear up the “Wen Jing” for the time being.

Another way?

Li Chuan looked at the butterfly spirit, and he felt that the light of the full moon seemed to want to penetrate into that object.

Everything in sight began to change again.

He saw the light of the full moon constantly rising and falling, he saw the seven objects he had molded trembling, and there was also the sound of a pot, the ripples of which passed over the objects again and again.

There are three kinds of rhythms, and none of them is superior to the other. This is not acceptable. Subconsciously, the sound of the pot changes.

surge.

Amid the surge, Li Chuan felt that the gravel in the gravel ground was rolling and colliding with each other. The sounds of the collisions gathered together and rose and fell like waves.

The light of the full moon flowed on the objects and gradually merged into one. But it still couldn't be driven. Li Chuan felt that he could easily destroy them now, but he couldn't drive them like driving the sword formation.

What's wrong?
Li Chuan stretched out his hand and stirred the moonlight. He saw a pattern appear in the flowing moonlight. It was that picture...

It's parasitic.

Then he will be able to drive the sword formation.

……

"Dr. Li? Li Chuan, Dr. Li?"

Who is calling him again?

Li Chuan tried hard to open his eyes.

Liu Yang? Wasn't he comprehending the sword energy up there? Wait, Li Chuan turned over and sat up, a cloud of dust flew up, and after coughing twice, he could see the scene around him clearly.

Ash.

A layer of ash covered the gravel.

"Where does the dust come from?" Li Chuan thought and asked.

Liu Yang seemed relieved. He said, "I came down from upstairs and this is what happened here. And you were lying there. I thought..."

He asked, "What did you just do?"

Li Chuan recalled, "I seemed to have tried a few ideas, and then I fell asleep without realizing it," he said, not quite sure, "or maybe I fell asleep and did something in my dream."

He briefly told Liu Yang about the sword formation made of broken stones and said, "I think we can give it another try."

"Refining Tiansu's corpse into a sword formation, this seems..." Liu Yang was a little uncertain, he said: "You are his successor..."

"That's right." Li Chuan hadn't thought of this, he said: "Then let's pick up the bones first."

(End of this chapter)