Immortality Through Array Formations - Chapter 1420 - 782 The Great Calamity_2

Chapter 1420: Chapter 782 The Great Calamity_2

The formation platform was ancient, engraved with simple patterns that appeared unremarkable.

Mr. Tu carefully took out three Spirit Stones.

These three Spirit Stones, dazzling in seven colors, glowing as if naturally formed, were extremely rare Innate Spirit Stones in the Cultivation World.

Mr. Tu placed the three Innate Spirit Stones at the formation eye of the platform, then walked to the center of the platform.

A moment later, the formation was activated.

The three Innate Spirit Stones hummed, their Spiritual Marrow gradually depleting, turning to ash.

The ancient and mysterious formation patterns flashed one after another.

Above the flowing light, black spatial fissures flickered, intertwining with each other.

The void flickered, space teleported.

Incredibly, the formation engraved on this platform was a void transmission array of the Fifth Grade Heaven Void level!

Strong void fluctuations emanated from the formation platform.

These surging fluctuations overflowed and were absorbed entirely by the densely packed formations on the four walls of the grand hall.

The aura of the formation was completely concealed.

Thus, during the transmission, no one noticed.

With a flash of the void, Mr. Tu’s figure disappeared.

Within the Qian Learning State Boundary, amidst another desolate and hidden barren mountain range, a void fissure flashed by.

Mr. Tu’s figure slowly appeared.

He stood upright, his expression cold, releasing his bloody and eerie Divine Sense to scan the surroundings. After confirming no one noticed, he walked into the deep mountains.

In the dead and barren mountains, sunlight reflecting off the mountain colors cast a grayish hue.

As Mr. Tu walked, he shed his human skin, his form twisting bit by bit, returning to his original withered and pale appearance.

The place he appeared was within the Fifth Grade Qianxue State Boundary.

But the mountains he headed towards were a Forbidden Land, enveloped in shadows and dense fog, with no clear direction.

Finally, Mr. Tu returned to the eerie grand hall.

Inside the hall, there was a secret chamber.

In the chamber, an altar was set up. Atop the altar, a grim and bloodied skull with human face and goat horns was enshrined.

Mr. Tu knelt before the skull.

His face was pale, with a faint green light, his voice old and hoarse:

“Things have changed…”

“Divine Lord, grant me great power, to glimpse the heavenly secrets, and calculate fortunes and misfortunes.”

After speaking, he kowtowed three times.

After kowtowing, a mysterious Evil Power descended, and the secret chamber was filled with a bloody aura.

Mr. Tu’s body constantly trembled, his bones shook, his teeth clattered, as if enduring immense burden and immense pain.

After 30 minutes, the bloody aura dissipated.

Mr. Tu’s pupils were hollow, as if something had parasitized him, looking indifferent as he took a piece of human bone from the altar.

Then he used his long nails to cut his palm, letting blood drip onto the human bone.

The blood fell onto the white bone, igniting a nameless evil fire.

The flames, like a serpent’s tongue, licked the bones, leaving crack after crack.

Mr. Tu’s hollow eyes looked at the bloody cracks, calculated with his fingers, and his expression suddenly changed:

“A great calamity!”

The Valley of Ten Thousand Demons is facing a great calamity!

His eyes became less hollow, but instantly shrouded with a layer of terror and confusion.

“The Valley of Ten Thousand Demons has been hidden for eight hundred years, sheltered by the Divine Mist Forest, invisible to Divine Sense, with countless monster servants inside, invulnerable to external threats, how could there be a great calamity?”

“Where does this calamity come from?”

Mr. Tu was baffled.

“The Valley of Ten Thousand Demons is a place of monster cultivators, the foundation of demon monsters, the furnace of Demon Cores, the soul-returning ground of Ten Thousand Demons…”

“It is a crucial part of the Divine Lord’s great plan, there can be no mistakes, no leaks!”

Mr. Tu’s expression was grave, hesitated repeatedly, finally gritting his teeth, and kowtowed three more times to the eerie skull with goat horns:

“Once more, beseech the Divine Lord’s grace, with Blood Sacrifice, borrowing Divine Thought, using the Lord’s eye, to substitute my eye, to glimpse the ominous chance…”

Mr. Tu pronounced each word slowly.

After speaking, he suddenly felt the pressure on his Sea of Consciousness multiply, as if a powerful evil thought forced itself onto his Heavenly Gate.

Mr. Tu couldn’t bear the load, blood flowed from his seven apertures.

Especially his eyes, blood streamed down, covering them in a bloody hue.

And through this bloody hue, he finally saw it.

He saw the calamity.

Saw the true crisis of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons!

At this moment, outside the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, in the Divine Mist Forest, hundreds of sect cultivators were covertly lurking!

Among them, a significant number were Golden Core!

This was an elite group of cultivators.

Even more than half were Inner Sect Elders of Great Sects!

At this time, they were like a pack of wolves and tigers, surrounding the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, intending to seize the opportunity to destroy the foundation of the Divine Lord.

This was a true great calamity.

Moreover, it was not about to come, but had silently already arrived!

Mr. Tu was both shocked and furious.

He ignored the continuous divination, the loss of Vital Energy caused by forcibly containing the Divine Lord’s Divine Thought in his Sea of Consciousness, took out an unknown piece of skin parchment that could avoid cause and effect, dipped it in the blood on the ground, and began to write a blood letter…

…

Outside the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

The Elders of Taixu Gate and Rushing Void Sect were meditating with their eyes closed.

Thıʂ 𝒸hⱯp𝙩𝓮r 𝙞𝖘 p𝐨𝘴ƚ𝖾𝐝 b𝑦 𝐾ɪ†𝗲ṉⲟ𝗏ᥱḷ

A subtle blood light flashed by.

No one else noticed.

But the Elder of Formation Arts from Taixu Gate, Xun Zixian, a Third Grade Formation Master with considerable research in the Divine Thought, suddenly opened his eyes, his brows furrowed.

Xun Ziyou noticed the anomaly, asked: “Zixian, what’s wrong?”

Xun Zixian pondered for a long time, before saying slowly: “Just now… it seemed as if something ’looked’ at me.”

Xun Ziyou was slightly surprised, “What thing?”

Xun Zixian shook his head, “I don’t know, I can’t tell, it might even be just my illusion…”

Xun Ziyou’s gaze was solemn, looking at the distant bloody Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, he said in a deep voice:

“I’m afraid it may not be an illusion.”

Xun Zixian also had a grave expression.