I am Master Maoshan

Amid the discussion, Liu Jun suddenly moved. He waved his hands, and more than a dozen sandalwood boxes flew out of the storage bag and landed heavily on the ground. The moment the box lids popped open, dazzling spiritual light shot up into the sky - they were filled with top-grade spiritual stones, each of which was so pure that it was almost transparent, and contained amazing spiritual power.

"That's a top-grade spirit stone?" A white-bearded elder's eyes widened. "One piece is worth a fortune. Where did he get so many?"

"Are you stupid? He is the King of Gods. How many people in this entire divine realm are richer than him?" another elder rolled his eyes and said.

Liu Jun turned a deaf ear to him and quickly formed seals with his slender fingers. The eighteen formation flags moved and hovered three inches above the boxes. The star patterns on the flags suddenly lit up, echoing the spiritual light emitted by the spirit stones.

His movements were so fast that afterimages almost appeared. Every spell he cast was precise and accurate. The spiritual energy flowing through his fingertips left light blue trails in the air.

"The Nine Palaces are shifted, and the Eight Trigrams are reconstructed!" Liu Jun shouted in a low voice and cast the last spell.

Instantly, the ground began to tremble slightly. Starting from the core of the formation, a tornado was formed out of thin air. At first, it was only as thick as an arm, but in the blink of an eye, it expanded to a diameter of ten feet. The strong wind swept up sand and stones, but strangely avoided the spiritual stone boxes, as if there was an invisible barrier protecting them.

Liu Jun raised his lips, revealing an almost fanatical smile, and his seals became faster. His clothes rustled in the wind, and the jade crown that bound his hair had shattered at some point, leaving his black hair flying like ink.

"Not good!" Long Aodi's face suddenly changed, and he turned around abruptly, "Everyone, retreat three hundred feet immediately! Activate your body protection spiritual power!"

Before he finished speaking, something strange happened.

The tornado suddenly turned from transparent to red, with lightning and thunder inside, and countless runes could be vaguely seen flowing and colliding inside. The originally stable light curtain of the sect protection formation began to fluctuate violently, and spider-web-like cracks appeared on the surface.

"Liu Jun! Stop!" Long Aodi shouted sternly, and at the same time, he quickly formed seals with his hands, and a golden barrier unfolded in front of everyone.

But it's too late.

After a deafening explosion, the tornado exploded, and the violent spiritual power turned into a visible shock wave that spread in all directions. Wherever it passed, the ground was plowed into gullies several feet deep, and centuries-old trees were uprooted and ground into powder in the air.

After the smoke and dust cleared, everyone was horrified to find that the place where Liu Jun had been standing had turned into a huge pit with a diameter of fifty feet, and a strange blue light was flickering at the bottom of the pit. And Liu Jun himself——

"Where is the Platinum God King?" an elder's voice trembled.

If anything happens to the God King in their Zhen Sect, it is obvious that the God King's Palace will send a large army to kill all the living people in the Zhen Sect. By then, even the ant holes will have to be poured with hot water.

Long Aodi's face was as gloomy as water, and he walked quickly to the edge of the huge pit. Just as he was about to look out, a muddy hand suddenly stretched out from the edge of the pit and grabbed his ankle.

"Ahem. Brother Long, give me a hand." Liu Jun climbed out of the pit with a dusty face. His robe was tattered, but he couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes. "It's done! Although the process was a bit intense."

Long Aodi grabbed Liu Jun by the collar and said, "Do you know how dangerous it was just now? If you die here, our entire Zhen Sect and tens of thousands of disciples will be buried with you."

Liu Jun wiped the blood off his face calmly and pointed to the bottom of the pit: "But it works well, doesn't it?"

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger and saw that the blue light at the bottom of the pit gradually condensed and eventually formed an extremely complex three-dimensional array pattern, which was more than ten times more sophisticated than the original protective array. Even more amazing was that a fist-sized crystal was suspended at the core of the array, which was continuously absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

"Is that the prototype of a formation spirit?" Elder Whitebeard's voice trembled. "Only the legendary ancient formation can give birth to a formation spirit!"

Liu Jun broke free from Long Aodi's hand, patted the dust off his body, and showed a tired but satisfied smile: "Eight hours? It seems that I said too much. Now we just need to wait for it to stabilize."

At this moment, the crystal suddenly flickered violently, and the formation pattern that had just taken shape began to distort and deform.

"Not good! Spiritual power overload!" Long Aodi's face changed drastically. He turned around and was about to jump into the pit, but was stopped by Liu Jun.

"What are you doing? This is my job, go and have fun. It's already finished, why are you still trying to steal the credit?" Liu Jun muttered and blocked Long Aodi behind him.

After saying that, Liu Jun jumped into the pit and formed an ancient and complex hand seal with his hands. Dazzling golden light burst out from his palms, interweaving with the blue light, gradually stabilizing the restless power of the formation.

Soon, the sect protection formation fell silent again, and with a long buzzing sound, the entire mountain began to tremble. The sound was like the roar of an ancient beast, echoing in the valley and startling countless birds in the forest.

A brilliant light curtain rose from the foot of the mountain, wrapping the entire mountaintop of the Zhenzong like an inverted glass bowl. This light curtain was completely different from the previous one - although the previous protective formation was stable, the light curtain was only translucent gray-white, like a mist; and after Liu Jun's improvement, the protective formation was flowing with colorful rays of light, sometimes as gorgeous as the morning glow, sometimes as dreamy as the aurora, reflecting a dazzling halo in the sun.

What was even more amazing was that mysterious runes appeared from time to time on the surface of the light curtain. Those golden runes moved through the light curtain like fish, sometimes forming a Bagua pattern, and sometimes arranging into a constellation array. Each rune contained a powerful spiritual power fluctuation that distorted the surrounding air.

The elders of the Array Sect all took a deep breath. These old guys who have been immersed in the art of array for thousands of years don't need to test the power of the array. Just by looking at the colorful light curtain and feeling the surging spiritual power fluctuations in it, they know that the defense of the protective array has increased by at least several times.

"How about it, how about it!" Liu Jun clapped his hands proudly, with an unconcealable pride on his face.

He casually picked up a fist-sized rock from the ground and threw it towards the light curtain with all his spiritual power. The moment the rock touched the light curtain, it was smashed into powder by a sudden flash of lightning, leaving no trace.

All the high-ranking members of the Zhenzong were silent. The whisk in the hands of the elder of the Sutra Repository fell to the ground unconsciously; the law enforcement elder subconsciously touched his gray beard and almost pulled out a handful; even the always majestic elder Shang Shu widened his eyes and his lips trembled slightly.

These usually high-handed formation masters and formation grandmasters were now in a state of great turmoil. The formation mysteries they had spent their entire lives studying seemed so pale and powerless in front of this seemingly careless young man.

"How is this possible?" The oldest Grand Elder's voice trembled, "The way the runes on the light curtain flow completely violates the laws of spiritual power operation recorded in the Tiangang Formation Essentials."

Liu Jun grinned upon hearing this: "Old man, what is written in books is dead, but people are alive!"

This sentence was like a loud slap in the face, making everyone present feel hot on their faces. They had to admit that talent was indeed unreasonable. Some people practiced hard for thousands of years but could not make any progress, but this young man who looked only in his early twenties could easily improve the formation, which made these so-called masters far behind.

Elder Li, who had made a bet with Liu Jun before, was now stroking the light curtain of the formation obsessively. His rough fingers gently stroked the flowing runes, and his eyes flashed with an almost fanatical light. His wrinkled face flushed with excitement, and even his breathing became rapid.

"This is the way of formations!" Elder Li murmured to himself with a trembling voice, the brilliance of the formations reflected in his turbid old eyes, "I have studied formations for a lifetime, but I have never seen such a subtle way of spiritual power circulation."

On the light curtain of the formation, countless golden runes flowed like swimming fish, forming a perfect cycle. Each pattern contained the ultimate truth of heaven and earth, and the spiritual power flowing through it made a pleasant humming sound, as if playing a mysterious piece of music.

The mountain breeze blew, bringing with it the coolness of early spring, but it could not blow away the shock and bitterness that enveloped the hearts of the high-ranking members of the Zhen Sect. The rays of light from the great array protecting the sect shone on everyone's face, making those complex expressions particularly clear - there was amazement, jealousy, and more of a deep sense of powerlessness.

Not far away, Long Aodi stood with his hands behind his back, his white robe swaying slightly in the breeze. He looked at Liu Jun's smug look, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch, and his fist hidden in his sleeve clenched unconsciously.

"This brat..." Long Aodi sighed in his heart, and a complex look flashed in his sharp eyes.

He remembered clearly that Liu Jun's formations before were much worse than his. But now he could easily set up a peerless formation that even he couldn't see through.

Liu Jun walked a few steps to Long Aodi, holding a spiritual herb in his mouth and a smile that deserved a beating on his face. He also deliberately winked at Long Aodi from time to time, and his smug look made Long Aodi want to slap him.

"Hey, Brother Long, Old Long, how do you think? Are you convinced?" Liu Jun spat out the spiritual herbs in his mouth and asked with a smile, "Do you want to become my disciple? I promise to teach you until you learn it!"

Long Aodi snorted coldly: "What are you so proud of? It's just some luck!"

Having said that, he knew in his heart that Liu Jun's attainments in formations were far beyond his comprehension. This speed of progress was simply incredible.

Elder Li suddenly knelt down in front of Liu Jun, tears streaming down his face: "Master Liu! Please accept me as your disciple! I am willing to give you my life savings!"

This scene shocked everyone present. You should know how high Elder Li's status in the formation world is.
Liu Jun was also startled, and quickly jumped up to support Elder Li: "Hey, no, no! You are shortening my life!"

"Elder Li, please pay attention to your image." The great elder Shang Shu beside him reminded hurriedly, with a hint of anxiety and helplessness in his voice.

This Elder Li was one of the few formation masters in the Formation Sect. His attainments in formation were so profound that he could be ranked among the most famous figures even in the entire vast God Realm.

He had been with the formation almost all his life, and had made great military achievements for the formation sect, making him a respected elder. However, at this moment, this venerable elder insisted on taking a young man as his master. How could this not shock people?
If this matter gets out, where will the Zhen Sect's face be? After all, in the eyes of the world, the title of master and disciple represents inheritance and respect. How can a master-level figure easily bow to a young man?

Although they all knew that Liu Jun's attainments in formations had reached a jaw-dropping level, and that he was more than qualified to be the teacher of a formation master, the secular perspective was always so difficult to change, and it would not sound good if it got out. (End of this chapter)