Chapter 519: Chapter 469: They Are All Waiting, Do You Dare to Co? (4K8) Chapter 519: Chapter 469: They Are All Waiting, Do You Dare to Co? (4K8) “`
“It seems not too bad?”
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Shen Yi released his palm, dispersing the eerie grey-white armor.
The Great Formation around him quickly closed in, settling back into place over his heart.
He was initially reluctant to delve deeply into formation studies.
After all, most of the situations he encountered now, no one could help him buy ti to calmly set up a great formation.
Learning so basic formations for ergencies would suffice; formations like this, which consud a terrifying amount of lifespan, Shen Yi felt had a sowhat low cost-performance ratio.
But the situation was clearly different now.
This Guixu Immortal Armor Formation was engraved on the body, could be activated at any ti—the previous Sect Master of Nanyang had provided the most suitable equipnt for close combat.
And he had just felt the effects.
It wouldn’t be weaker than Tianyan Forty-Nine, at least.
“Hu.”
Shen Yi adjusted his breathing and looked at the remaining demonic lifespan.
[Remaining Demonic Lifespan: 427,000 years]
The biggest difference between the Guixu Immortal Armor Formation and Tianyan Forty-Nine was that, after departing from Xuan Qing’s enlightennt, by only self-derivation, there was no progress with Tianyan Forty-Nine, and it almost caused all those demonic remnants to be forced to scatter and vanish.
But the Guixu Immortal Armor Formation… it was just slow.
There was progress, which ant it could be pushed!
Shen Yi had not yet begun to mobilize the demonic lifespan when he already felt a wave of nausea and retching.
If he rembered correctly, the most he had ever deduced with these mind-intensive Cultivation Techniques was tens of thousands of years, like with Li Huo Fen Xin Zhang at that level, but in the face of true Returned Void spirit thods, they paled in comparison.
He returned to that mountain peak.
And sat down cross-legged again.
The vast demonic lifespan was wildly poured into the magic formation.
[In the first year, you attempted to touch the more profound parts of this magic formation again. The senior’s enlightennt that once supported your cultivation was now useless. You began to recall the formation diagrams you had morized for tens of thousands of years, trying to find patterns from those monotonous and dull years, looking for analogies.]
As the demonic lifespan passed.
The man in the ink robe grew silent, his handso features becoming increasingly nacing.
Sweat poured down like rain, instantly soaking his whole body.
When his expression returned to calm, his clear eyes were quickly filled with confusion, and he seed a bit delirious.
Lacking innate talent, yet stubbornly practicing spirit thods.
This was behavior that would be ridiculed in the Immortal Sects.
Beings of the world each have their own paths; forcibly stepping onto a path not ant for oneself only leads to a shattered state, and it’s impossible to succeed.
Unless… one has a far longer ti than ordinary people.
Day and night alternated.
The panel had long stopped the deduction.
Yet Shen Yi’s eyes were still lackluster as if he had turned into a statue.
With a tremble of his fingertips.
He staggered to stand, then fell to the ground, exhausted, violently retching as if to vomit out the Dao Infant’s Five Organs.
Even for Returned Void Cultivators, with the addition of various Heaven and Earth Treasures, life does not last more than fifty thousand years.
To dedicate one’s life to researching a technique was already seen as an infrequent obstinacy.
A full 220,000 years of dull sitting and confusion, condensed into a short period.
It almost destroyed Shen Yi’s sanity.
Had the panel not taken on 99% of the pressure and only reflected an infinitesimal amount on him, he would have likely beco an idiot by now.
[Return to Void (Spirit). Guixu Immortal Armor Formation: Minor Accomplishnt]
[Remaining Demonic Lifespan: 207,000 years]
Shen Yi wiped his mouth with his sleeve, extended his trembling hand, and threads of black mist and golden thread erged from the tips of his fingers.
He gasped for air, and the corners of his lips he had just cleaned were again stained with plasma.
Fortunately, his hand finally steadied.
A formation chart like this, drawn on the body, admitted no mistakes.
The mont he began to draw the formation chart over his heart.
Shen Yi seed to enter a mystical state, his fingertips as steady as rock, and the golden thread, directed by the Divine Soul, was many tis more accurate than before.
Without the slightest hesitation, it flowed as smoothly as a surging river.
With ease.
Upon the final stroke, the Great Formation was completed.
…
Inside the Ancestral Master Hall.
Li Qingfeng anxiously leaned against a pillar, vigorously wiping the sweat from his forehead.
The Sect Master was nowhere to be found for cultivation, and the Jade Slip could not make contact.
The only person he could turn to was this Senior Xuan Qing.
The Chen Family Clan elder and many stewards from the Qinghai Prefecture had already brought the villagers from the Xiao family fort back and settled them in the Great Qian.
Li Qingfeng had co to report this matter, but unexpectedly, after this little Immortal received a letter from soone, he beca like this.
“You all… you all go out first.”
Li Qingfeng feigned calmness, waving his sleeves to let everyone leave.
“Uh,” this group of Nanyang Sect stewards glanced at each other; they were newcors, after all, and had not done anything for the Nanyang Sect yet. It wasn’t their place to ask too many questions. Hearing his words, they all bowed respectfully and exited the hall quietly.
“…”
Li Qingfeng exhaled and then approached Xuan Qing, “Could I trouble Senior to help find the Sect Master? I have urgent matters to report.”
“He’s probably in cultivation.”
Xuan Qing opened his eyes, recalling the change in Spiritual Energy he had sensed before; it was clear that the Sect Master had made new progress.
“If it’s convenient, you can tell first.”
He might not be able to help much, but he could definitely offer so advice.
“There’s nothing convenient or inconvenient about it.”
Li Qingfeng lowered his head, helplessly sitting on the ground. He pulled a secret ssage from his sleeve.
The letter bore no mark of identity.
But from the tone of the ssage, Li Qingfeng still identified the sender’s identity—it was Liu Qianyun, the steward of the Pure Moon Sect.
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