Chapter 141: Third-Tier Heavenly Formation
The owner of this remnant soul had been at the Foundation Establishnt stage in life, a realm far above Gold Egg.
If Gold Egg rashly devoured it, at best he would be influenced by the remnant soul’s mories and resentnt, leading to chaotic spiritual intelligence.
At worst, he would be affected by the corpse owner’s obsessions, causing drastic changes in temperant, even directly losing control.
After all, the cultivation gap between the two was too great, and divine sense was not Gold Egg’s area of expertise.
“Gulu.”
Hearing Chen Beiwu’s reminder, Gold Egg temporarily changed his mind, condensing water into a spike, spewing out a water blade that was transparent like glass, its inner currents vibrating at high speed.
The water blade struck the split specter, setting off a series of watery explosions.
‘Well done.’ Chen Beiwu sheathed his sword.
The remnant soul within the corpse had already been a spent arrow.
After the successive attacks from him and Gold Egg, it dispersed completely, returning to the world.
“Gulu?”
Gold Egg turned his head toward the shattered window fra of the wooden house on the right, where a Verdant Scale Serpent suddenly slithered out.
‘Ignore it.’
Patting Gold Egg’s head, Chen Beiwu urged his divine sense to scan the wooden house.
Without the remnant soul’s inhabitation, the corpse on the ditation cushion had lost all spirituality, leaving only the storage ring on its finger gleaming brilliantly.
Taking the storage ring, Chen Beiwu tried to probe it with his divine sense.
As expected, just like the last words left in the jade slip, the storage ring was under a special restriction, and brute divine sense could not overco it.
‘In the sect’s Artifact Refining Hall, there are third-tier artifact refiners. Breaking the restriction on this storage ring shouldn’t be a problem.’ Chen Beiwu thought to himself.
Although he did not know much about artifact refining, he understood one thing.
Since the corpse’s owner had only been Foundation Establishnt in life, the strength of the restriction was limited. It was not necessary to fulfill his dying wish in order to unlock the storage ring.
As for vengeance, Chen Beiwu decided to let things take their natural course.
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At the bottom of the lakeside cliff on the southeast side of the wooden house, there was a main cave about two zhang tall, shaped like an inverted triangle.
The inner rock walls of the cave were covered in uneven depressions—caused by Verdant Scale Serpent groups rubbing against the stone during molting.
‘So this is where Qian Yuan’s ancestor’s tomb lies?’
Looking at the densely entwined serpents within, Chen Beiwu was montarily stunned, then quickly understood.
Good heavens!
The ancestor did not recognize his own descendants, and the offspring did not acknowledge their bloodline. The actions of both were truly laughable filial piety.
It seed that the Foundation Establishnt cultivator had borne a heavy grudge against his ancestor while alive, deliberately allowing the serpent swarm to occupy the tomb’s main chamber and destroy the fengshui of the site.
Indeed, if the Qian ancestor had been willing to pass down the third-tier Golden Core artifact to his clan instead of burying it with him, then with such a Golden Core artifact guarding them, the Qian family would never have been exterminated by a Foundation Establishnt family.
After all, a Golden Core artifact possessed a trace of undying spirituality. A late-Foundation Establishnt cultivator wielding it could easily sweep through peers.
Even against a False Core cultivator, they could contend.
It was precisely because Chen Beiwu knew how formidable a third-tier Golden Core artifact was that he had co here to try his luck.
Treasures were obtained by the fated.
Just because Qian Yuan could not find his ancestor’s artifact did not an Chen Beiwu could not.
Several hours later, night fell. From a distance, Chen Beiwu’s gaze landed on seven stone steles near the serpent cave—ones that could be easily overlooked without care. His eyes revealed comprehension.
No wonder Qian Yuan, though a second-tier high-grade formation master, had spent over two centuries and still could not break his ancestor’s tomb-guarding formation.
Among the Heaven, Earth, and Human formations, the most profound and powerful were the Heavenly Formations that drew upon the power of the Zhou Tian constellations.
The arrangent of stone steles near the tomb seed random, yet in truth they corresponded precisely to Tianshu (Dubhe), Tianxuan (rak), Tianji (Phecda), Tianquan (grez), Yuheng (Alioth), Kaiyang (Mizar), and Yaoguang (Alkaid).
Using the Big Dipper as the formation nexus, transforming into the twenty-eight constellations star map, drawing in the baleful qi of Dubhe to seal fate, forming the “Seven Stars Sealing Death, Extre Yin Seven Fiends” fate array.
‘What a strange Heavenly Formation!’ Chen Beiwu narrowed his eyes.
With his current attainnts in formation arts, he could only perceive the surface of this grand array.
As for the exact purpose of channeling the other six Big Dipper stars’ light, he could not understand.
But one thing was certain—this tomb-guarding grand array was absolutely a third-tier or higher Heavenly Formation.
Such an array possessed unfathomable might, where tugging one thread could shake the whole.
Even a peak Foundation Establishnt cultivator breaking in would most likely end with no survival.
‘Was it really necessary to make a tomb-guarding formation this exaggerated?’ The more Chen Beiwu thought, the more he felt sothing was wrong.
Considering the terror of a third-tier grand array, he did not rush in. Instead, he took brush and paper, recording the general layout of the array and the constellations it connected to.
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Immortal Alliance, Cultivation Room.
Chen Beiwu pushed open the door and went downstairs.
“Want sothing to eat?” Huang Xiaoling rose and asked.
“No need, I have to report back to school later.”
Chen Beiwu glanced around. “Where’s Dad?”
Huang Xiaoling: “He should be shipping goods at the warehouse.”
Just as she spoke, the front door opened, and Chen Dong walked in.
“Son, lately the orders on the Ten Thousand Spirits app have been fewer and fewer. The Yellow-Tailed Dendrobium stockpiled in the warehouse isn’t selling well either.” Chen Dong softly reminded.
“It’s fine. I’ll start a live broadcast in the next few days, that should bring back a lot of attention.” Chen Beiwu smiled.
These days, he had been cultivating in seclusion in the Southern Wastes, occasionally studying the Spirit Lake third-tier Heavenly Formation and the Ten Thousand Souls Devouring Formation, leaving all the live-streaming business to his parents.
If not for today being the mandatory reporting day for Shouhe No. 2 High School’s third-year students, he might still be studying how to combine the Ten Thousand Souls Devouring Formation with the Soul-Trapping Stone.
“Now that our family’s finances are much better, Dad, Mom, do you want to keep cultivating?” Chen Beiwu suggested.
At this, Chen Dong and Huang Xiaoling exchanged a smile.
“No, cultivation is too hard. If I were truly suited for it, I wouldn’t have failed to break through even the late stage of Qi Refining.” Chen Dong spoke first.
“That’s right, cultivation is too tiring.” Huang Xiaoling nodded in agreent.
Hearing this, Chen Beiwu sighed inwardly.
Within the Immortal Alliance, one’s status was determined by cultivation. Saying they didn’t want to cultivate was just self-deception.
The two elders declined his suggestion for three reasons: face, loss of spirit, and not wanting to waste Spirit Yuan.
Compared to the first two, Chen Beiwu leaned toward the last.
‘My cultivation is still too low.’ Chen Beiwu thought inwardly.
If he had already achieved Foundation Establishnt, with his authority much greater, his parents surely wouldn’t refuse his suggestion.
Chen Beiwu did not press the issue further and set out for school.
“Good morning, Teacher Zhao.” Spotting a graceful figure standing by the school gate, Chen Beiwu greeted her.
Teacher Zhao nodded slightly, smiling.
In the Soaring Class, there were very few students with exceptional talent in formations, and this student before her was the only one who had truly impressed her as a formation genius.
If not for his impoverished background, he might already have been a ranked formation master.
Wait—sothing was off.
Teacher Zhao’s pupils contracted as she sharply sensed Chen Beiwu’s change in aura, revealing surprise.
In just over half a year since she last saw him, Chen Beiwu had leapt from the Eighth Level of Qi Refining to the Ninth Level. What kind of cultivation speed was this?
“Teacher, I have a formation problem I’d like to ask you about. Do you have ti at noon?” Chen Beiwu asked humbly.
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