novelapdf Chapter 2012, Dao Calendar, Year 153.
Chapter 2012, Dao Calendar, Year 153.
next moment.
With a thought, Cheng Buzheng unleashed a torrent of high-grade spirit stones from within his Qiankun Ring.
Like fallen meteorites from a starry river, they were densely piled up in front of the cloud bed.
An extremely rich spiritual energy instantly filled the entire quiet room.
It almost condensed into a liquid mist of spiritual energy.
next moment,
He unleashed his full divine sense, completely connecting with the Jade Discs of the Heavens within his sea of consciousness, his vast divine sense enveloping the entire Spirit Stone Mountain before him.
An invisible and intangible force, yet powerful enough to alter the very rules of the Dao, swept across the land.
bang bang bang-
The spiritual energy inside a massive amount of high-grade spirit stones was instantly drained.
The shine faded at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Each piece of spiritual stone, imbued with immense spiritual energy, instantly turned into worthless, grayish-white pebbles.
at the same time,
The deduction value on his divine sense panel began to soar wildly.
It surged from the original 7 points.
Breaking through single digits and double digits all the way,
It only stopped gradually after the values stabilized.
Having accumulated sufficient calculation values, Cheng Buzheng no longer delayed. With a thought, he used his divine sense to gently tap the illusory Jade Disc panel.
The battle formation simulation has officially begun.
hum-
Golden light shone forth, and profound, ancient Dao patterns converged towards the central groove of the jade disc.
The projected values are being consumed at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Thousands of golden patterns were constantly outlined, broken, and reassembled.
After half an incense stick,
The golden light that filled the sky suddenly vanished.
All the strange phenomena subsided.
A completely black array seed, its surface wreathed in crimson vein patterns, floated silently within Cheng Buzheng's divine sense.
Though the seed is small, it contains countless array formations and profound principles, exuding an overwhelming aura.
With a thought, a massive flow of array information, like a raging torrent, instantly flooded into Cheng Buzheng's mind.
The complete structure of the grand formation, its operation, bloodline requirements, strengths and weaknesses, and the taboos of its activation are all imprinted on the soul.
Having fully digested all the information about the formation, Cheng Buzheng, who was sitting cross-legged on the cloud bed, slowly opened his eyes.
His expression remained calm and composed as always, but deep in his eyes, he couldn't hide his intense joy and satisfaction.
"As expected of a bloodline-exclusive battle formation created by integrating three top-tier divine abilities and secret techniques and reconstructing the origin of the ancient Heavenly River Formation."
He silently assessed the battle formation's strength, his tone filled with shock:
"Once this formation is complete, ordinary half-step Dao Realm experts will die upon entering the formation, and can be easily slaughtered and crushed by the formation."
Even when facing a true Nascent Soul cultivator, my Cheng clan members, once they form an array, will not be at a disadvantage in the slightest.
"Even relying on the power of bloodline, they could put up a fight against a Nascent Soul stage expert head-on!"
After the initial joy,
Cheng Buzheng was also very clear-headed, and clearly understood the deadly cost hidden behind this heaven-defying battle formation.
The price to unleash the full devastating power of the formation is extremely high.
Firstly, the main cultivator must sacrifice a rare law-based spiritual object as the energy fuse for the formation's activation.
Secondly, the grand formation has strict time constraints.
Once the time limit is exceeded, the terrifying power will spiral out of control, and all main and auxiliary cultivators within the formation will be purged by the backlash of violent law power.
All of them were annihilated, their souls and bodies dissolved.
No one was spared.
This is the strongest killing move of this bloodline battle formation, surpassing all other formations in the world.
This is also its fatal flaw that it cannot avoid.
The reason this battle formation can operate independently of external objects, without needing a core, and still possesses terrifying combat power to crush enemies of the same or higher ranks is because...
The root of this lies in the fact that it is a unique bloodline inheritance array.
Without the corresponding bloodline,
There were no terrifying ancestors.
Without the corresponding bloodline secret technique... such a prerequisite.
This battle formation is impossible to master.
These three rigid barriers effectively isolated all cultivators from other races in the world.
Even if an outsider obtains the complete bloodline battle formation technique, they will never be able to cultivate it successfully.
It is precisely by relying on its complete bloodline system, unique supernatural powers, and secret techniques that...
Cheng Buzheng only consumed some deduction points to easily deduce this bloodline battle formation, which was comparable to a top-tier law technique.
This has rebuilt the foundation for the Cheng Clan's immortal lineage, ensuring its eternal existence.
Immediately afterwards!
Cheng Buzheng, who was sitting quietly cross-legged, trembled slightly, and a thought suddenly occurred to him.
There was no roar of space being torn apart.
There were no ripples of spiritual energy disturbance.
It was just a matter of a single thought...
The ethereal Taoist aura surrounding him completely subsided.
Looking up again, the cloud bed where the Taoist priest had been sitting was now empty.
At the same moment,
Deep within the forbidden area of Heian City, inside a secret vault with layers upon layers of restrictions.
The secret vault is perpetually shrouded in darkness, its walls engraved with ancient spirit-locking runes.
The air was thick with the dust of ancient times.
In mid-air, a barely perceptible ripple spread across the space.
A tall, slender figure in black, with a back as straight as a pine tree, appeared out of nowhere, ignoring all the sealing formations.
Cheng Buzheng lowered his eyes and looked around, his gaze sweeping over the secret vault before finally settling steadily in the center of the main hall.
There stands a dark gray ancient stele.
It looks no different from ordinary bluestone.
The surface of the stone tablet is crisscrossed with grooves and covered with mottled lines left by the erosion of time.
There was no leakage of spiritual energy, and it seemed ordinary, but in fact it was the foundation upon which the Cheng Clan of Immortals stood.
Immediately,
Cheng Buzheng closed his eyes slightly, slowly raised his hands in front of his chest, and his ten fingers flew and intertwined, forming a series of obscure and difficult-to-understand hand seals.
An invisible yet profound rhythm of the Great Dao swept across the entire secret vault centered on him.
The stagnant air around them began to vibrate.
The restrictive runes on the four walls all dimmed and bowed their heads.
It was as if the inferior were worshipping the supreme being.
Next second,
The ancient stele in the center, seemingly summoned by some unseen force, slowly emanated a warm, thick, hazy, earthy-yellow radiance.
The Daoist aura emanating from Cheng Buzheng echoed from afar.
One monument, one person, connected inside and out, resonating endlessly.
Just as the resonance of the Daoist principles reached its peak...
Cheng Buzheng's incessantly moving hand seals suddenly changed, switching to a bloodline seal.
A faint crimson light quietly appeared at his fingertips, carrying an aura of desolation.
next moment,
A striking crimson blood-red character formed from his fingertip.
A vibrant, burning power flowed across the runes.
It was as if ancient creatures were lurking within.
As his fingerprints changed with increasing speed, crimson light burst forth from his fingertips one after another...
Various blood-red runes, such as [Pulse], [Battle], [Array], etc., appeared one after another.
They were densely packed and suspended in mid-air in front of him.
Each rune carries different array mysteries.
Intertwined, they faintly outline a magnificent phantom of a warrior battling the heavens.
His blurry facial features were remarkably similar to those of Cheng Buzheng.
In less than half an incense stick's time...
Tens of thousands of mysterious, blood-red runes were fully formed.
They were densely arranged, forming the rudiments of a battle formation.
The crimson light illuminated the entire secret vault, warming the forbidden area with a gentle glow.
Cheng Buzheng gazed at the fully formed array of runes before him, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes, and he nodded inwardly.
That's right!
The massive array before us, composed of tens of thousands of interwoven runes…
It was the core essence of the formation that he had previously spent countless hours deducing.
It is also a completely new [Bloodline Battle Formation].
This formation does not follow the usual way of setting up formations. Instead, it uses the cultivator's own pure bloodline as the sole triggering foundation, connecting with the indestructible mark of the ancestors in the cultivator's bloodline, thereby unleashing supreme power!
The more fellow cultivators of the same clan who form the array, the stronger the summoned ancestral phantoms will be.
Its offensive and defensive capabilities are unparalleled among formations of the same level.
It is enough to become the Cheng clan's trump card and protect their clan.
of course.
If their ancestors did not possess overwhelming power, even if they bear the mark of their ancestors in their bloodline, the power of this bloodline battle formation would be nothing more than a useless formation.
At that very moment, the floating runes became completely stable.
Seeing this, Cheng Buzheng no longer hesitated, flipped his wrist, and cast the final closing hand seal.
Then he flicked his finger and pointed it in the air, his clear yet authoritative low shout echoing throughout the secret vault:
"go with!"
At a command.
Tens of thousands of crimson runes emerged in an orderly fashion, like birds returning to their nests.
Like a torrent of blood that swept across the main hall, it surged into the ancient stone tablet in the center without any hindrance.
The ancient stele flashed with a mysterious and intense light, and light flowed through the grooves of the stele, completely absorbing the entire bloodline battle formation inheritance.
A moment later.
All the crimson light receded, and the strange phenomenon vanished completely.
The ancient stele has once again transformed back into that unremarkable, simple, and unadorned bluestone.
It was as if the resonance of the array and the strange phenomena of the runes had never happened.
After confirming that the bloodline battle formation inheritance had been completely sealed within the ancient stele without any flaws...
Cheng Buzheng's lips twitched slightly as he condensed his voice into a beam of sound that pierced through the void, overcoming spatial barriers and precisely transmitting it into a palace in Ping'an City.
Having done all this, Cheng Buzheng's figure flickered slightly and disappeared completely into the forbidden secret vault.
at the same time,
Inside the sealed, quiet room of the central palace in Heian-kyo.
A tall and imposing figure sat cross-legged on a jade cloud bed.
His body was surrounded by layers of profound and refined magical power, and the heavy and steady pressure of the Golden Core Realm filled the entire quiet room, making the surrounding air stagnant and heavy.
This person is Cheng Buzheng's son, Cheng Ping'an.
Cheng Ping'an, who was originally focused on meditation and trying to break through his cultivation bottleneck, suddenly frowned, his brows furrowing deeply.
next moment.
The golden core spiritual energy flowing around his body instantly became chaotic and fluctuated.
The meditation practice was abruptly interrupted.
Now, Cheng Ping'an has cultivated diligently for many years, and his cultivation level has long been stable at the peak of the Golden Core realm.
They are only one step away from the insurmountable barrier of transforming from a Nascent Soul to an Infant.
He possesses exceptional talent, having a rare and unique lightning spiritual root.
Almost invincible within the same rank.
In terms of aptitude, he is among the top in the entire cultivation world.
However, the Great Dao is merciless; the higher one's cultivation level, the more difficult the gap becomes to bridge.
He had previously mustered all his strength and attempted to break through to the Nascent Soul realm twice, but both times he failed at the last step.
The two failures not only damaged his foundation,
This planted an indelible shadow over his Daoist heart.
As a result, they have been unable to break through the constraints until now.
Just as he was feeling heavy-hearted, secretly lamenting the insurmountable barrier of the Nascent Soul stage...
A familiar voice, imbued with a calming power, suddenly boomed in his ears without warning, reaching the very depths of his soul:
"Peace, during my seclusion this time, your father has developed a brand new special battle formation."
This battle formation is based on the clan's bloodline and has boundless potential; it is worthy of being regarded as the true trump card of my Cheng clan.
You will then select pure-hearted younger members of the clan and arrange for them to diligently practice this battle formation in batches.
Bloodline Battle Formation?
Cheng Ping'an was startled, and countless questions flooded his mind.
He had cultivated for hundreds of years, reading through his clan's collection of books and worldly texts on formations, and was familiar with common spiritual energy battle formations, five-element killing formations, and more.
But I've never heard of a formation driven by bloodline.
There are countless formations in the world, all of which use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth as a medium. When will bloodlines be able to set up formations to defend against enemies?
Despite the surging doubts in his mind, he did not question it in the slightest.
Having spent many years with his father, he knew all too well his father's extraordinary analytical abilities and profound insight.
Since Father has elevated this formation to the level of a clan's trump card, this bloodline battle formation must possess extraordinary and unique features.
Upon thinking of this,
Cheng Ping'an completely abandoned the idea of continuing his secluded cultivation. Right now, the matter of the clan's trump card was far more important than his personal cultivation breakthrough.
He slowly opened his eyes, a flash of lightning disappearing in them. He got up, straightened his robes, and strode quickly toward the forbidden vault within the city.
Obviously.
He planned to personally go to the ancestral forbidden land's secret vault to examine this bloodline battle formation.
At the same time that Cheng Ping'an set off for the secret vault...
Cheng Buzheng had already broken all the sealing restrictions on the teleportation hall. He took a step out and returned to his usual quiet room in the courtyard where he usually cultivated.
He sat back down on the cloud bed, raised his eyes to look at the clear sky outside the window, his eyes gleaming as he carefully reviewed the entire process of deducing the formation, sealing the inheritance, and sending instructions via telepathy.
After confirming that he had not forgotten anything important, he finally relaxed and slowly closed his eyes.
Next second,
He detached his mind from the constraints of his physical body, following the unchanging rhythm of the ancient laws, and directly entered the vast and all-encompassing sea of the origin of laws, immersing himself in comprehending the origin of the Five Elements laws.
With Cheng Buzheng going into complete seclusion, the dark cloud of sect war that had once shrouded the entire cultivation world and was on the verge of erupting slowly dissipated.
As the smoke of war dissipated, all industries began to recover.
The vast world of cultivation is slowly returning to its prosperous and bustling state.
Moreover, after the war, the various immortal cities communicated more frequently, and trade flourished.
It was even more prosperous than before the war.
……
July, 153rd year of the Daoist calendar.
In the sweltering heat of midsummer, spiritual energy rises.
Endless Sea, Mysterious Wind Immortal City.
The most bustling central market in the city was teeming with people, and cultivators came and went in an endless stream.
The cultivators brushed past each other, their cries of vendors, bargaining, and the clanging of magical artifacts creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.
Rows of open-air stalls were neatly arranged on both sides of the street...
The store offers a wide variety of talismans, pills, monster materials, and low-level magical artifacts, satisfying all the cultivation needs of low-level rogue cultivators.
At two adjacent talisman stalls on the street, two Foundation Establishment stage stall owners who had known each other for many years chatted side by side to pass the time while the flow of customers was slow.
At this time.
Old Sun, clad in a gray Taoist robe, glanced at the neatly stacked piles of second-tier mid-grade lightning-type spirit talismans at the neighboring stall, his eyes filled with surprise. He jokingly remarked:
"Fellow Daoist, the stock of mid-grade second-tier spirit talismans at your stall is 30% more than last month."
Moreover, the quality of the talisman has improved even further.
"Could it be that your talisman-making skills have seen a breakthrough recently, with a significantly increased success rate?"
"..." (End of this chapter)