Born with immortal seed

Chapter 718 Forbidden Ancient Formation
“The Great Wilderness Ancestor can trap the two of you. Senior Sword Emperor, there’s no need for a life-or-death struggle. Just take action to stop them and buy us time to open the Ancient Immortal Mansion.”

The Purple Seal True Lord looked earnest, and leaned forward as he spoke urgently.

Clang!
"I have nothing to do with the Sword Emperor, but I will definitely do my best to help him on this trip."

A flash of sword light appeared in Bai Zichen's sleeve, followed by a wisp of sword light that spun once before disappearing back into his sleeve.

Everyone in the hall felt a sharp pain before their eyes, as if something sharp had grazed their skin. Their minds were robbed, and a chill ran through them.

If the sword thread had moved just an inch further, it could have easily taken his life.

Even the Purple Seal True Lord, the Crimson Emperor, and the Cloud Lord changed color in shock. Their cultivation was higher, and they could already see the trajectory of the sword threads.

A thin strand of sword thread cut a crack in the void, already possessing a power capable of threatening them.

"He's actually in the late Nascent Soul stage!"

True Monarch Ziyin hadn't expected to misjudge this sword cultivator; he had hidden his true abilities so well.

They weren't actively revealing their aura; they were all fooled by the apparent early Nascent Soul cultivation level.

"Good! With Fellow Daoist Su's words, I'm sure we'll succeed soon!"

Yun Zhongjun spoke first, speaking loudly.

"That's right, with your help, we're like a tiger with wings!"

Purple Seal True Monarch was slightly taken aback, but immediately realized what was happening.

The fact that he is a late-stage Nascent Soul sword cultivator is secondary; the key point is that this cultivation level further illustrates the relationship between Bai Zichen and the Sword Emperor.

How could a strange Great True Lord suddenly appear out of nowhere in Penglai? Unlike Zuzhou, which is vast and rich in resources, it might have hidden great cultivators.

The growth paths of high-level cultivators here are all traceable.

The main reason is that only a few schools of thought were passed down from the earliest times; the rest were developed and created by later generations.

There is only one possibility left: Su Wuming is the successor carefully cultivated by the Sword Emperor, which is why he only came out of seclusion after reaching this level.

No matter how much he denies it, the Sword Emperor would never allow his personal disciple to die so easily.

With Su Wuming by my side, is there any need to worry about whether the Sword Emperor will lend a helping hand?

The Crimson Emperor bent down, his captivating eyes lingering on the fingers before gradually moving upwards to the arm and shoulder.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt that the men who had been brought back to the cave were all vulgar and unsightly.

If the other party hadn't been a sword cultivator whose strength was no less than her own, she would have taken action to abduct him even in the main hall where all the cultivators were gathered.

"Let us all drink this cup together, and three days from now, let us journey together to the ancient immortal abode... Let us begin to change Penglai!"

The Purple Seal True Lord held up a jade pendant and tapped it against a glass bowl. When he was in high spirits, he raised his cup and drank loudly.

Snapped!
As soon as the first Nascent Soul cultivator smashed his wine cup on the ground, a chain reaction quickly ensued, creating a series of crisp sounds.

Even the top few Great True Lords were no exception, behaving recklessly and losing their usual composure and calmness.

On the surface, this operation appears to be thorough and meticulous, and it already has a very high chance of success.

But after all, it is going against the will of Heaven, and it is about confronting the true Heaven of the Western Sea.

The slightest mistake could plunge everyone into an abyss from which there is no escape.

In this situation, it's normal to make some reckless and impulsive moves.

Bai Zichen remained unmoved, and the male and female attendants in the hall were summoned again, surrounding him.

Surrounded by laughter and a pink atmosphere, he gazed quietly at the jade cup carved with dragons and phoenixes in his hand, his thoughts turning over and over.

As an outsider, he naturally harbored suspicion towards the Western Sea cultivators and could not unconditionally trust them.

The Purple Seal True Lord spoke with lofty righteousness and selfless dedication, but no one knows whether he harbored other intentions behind his words.

Fortunately, the strength he displayed today is far from its limit.

Even if these people overestimated it further, they could never have guessed that a Nascent Soul cultivator could possess such outrageous combat power as a Deity Transformation cultivator.

As long as he prepares a backup plan in advance, he will not be afraid even if True Lord Ziyin uses this matter for other purposes.

……

The ancient immortal abode pointed out by the Great Wilderness Elder was very close to the location where Bai Zichen fell during the void turbulence.

From the Purple Seal True Monarch, Bai Zichen learned that this place was known as the Land of Exile, and almost no Penglai cultivators would set foot here.

In ancient times, several powerful figures who explored the Western Sea perished here.

Furthermore, those powerful ferocious beasts and ancient exotic species that could not be killed in one go were all sealed in this area.

Over tens of thousands of years, it has become completely different from the outside world, and unpredictable strange phenomena often occur.

Even Nascent Soul cultivators who enter may mysteriously disappear.

With so many such incidents, people naturally tried to avoid it, and it gradually became a desolate and uninhabited place.

Bai Zichen was seriously injured and his strength was greatly reduced. It was really lucky that he was able to leave the Land of Exile smoothly.

"Is this the place?"

From the eternally snow-covered land of Shanyin to the blazing world of Shanyang, True Lord Ziyin stopped in his tracks.

He held a golden compass in his hand, its pointer spinning wildly until it slowly came to a stop.

The pointer swung back and forth with great amplitude until it finally stabilized after a while and pointed straight to one position.

He slapped away several balls of flame, revealing a pile of rocks, with nothing unusual about them.

"Uncle Tong, Master Tian, ​​please take a look and see if this is the legendary forbidden ancient formation?"

The Purple Seal True Lord summoned two white-haired old men and politely gave them his orders.

One of them, with a stern face, reluctantly cupped his hands in greeting and took out a series of magical artifacts to operate.

To avoid leaks, everyone except a few Great True Lords had to sign their real names on a blood pact and seal it with their blood essence.

Let alone leaving the group, directly leaking information about the Ancient Immortal Mansion, even using indirect methods like telepathy or image transmission, would still be detected by the Blood Pact.

This contract was left behind by the Elder of the Great Wilderness, and it carries the power of rules, making it irresistible.

Those who violate the power of the contract will face the punishment of their very soul, which cannot be exempted by external forces.

Because of the Purple Seal True Monarch's assertive attitude, no cultivator could refuse, since the four Great True Monarchs had already stood on the opposite side.

They all dawdled as they signed the blood pact, their hearts filled with resentment.

True Monarch Ziyin had long known that the first challenge he would face upon entering the Ancient Immortal Mansion was the profound and obscure ancient formation.

Especially since it's a forbidden ancient formation with interconnected elements, making it twice as difficult.

They put a lot of effort into the invitation list, inviting several Nascent Soul cultivators who were skilled in formations.

The two elderly people in front of them are among the best, and they are quite famous in Penglai. They have the experience of independently setting up a fourth-order grand formation.

"Ancient formations differ greatly from modern formations, seemingly using strange techniques to conceal the direction of spiritual energy... Among the hundreds of ancient formations that are not recorded, we must first determine the zodiac sign before we can peel back the layers of the formation step by step."

With his white hair and wrinkled skin, Tong Weng held four array plates tied to one hand, and with the other hand he held a spirit brush, dipping it in special cinnabar and splashing ink in the air to outline the nodes of the earth veins.

Master Tian reached into his storage bag at his waist and sprinkled out a handful of gold powder, illuminating all the key points.

The difference between forbidden ancient formations and ordinary formations lies in this: the nodes of a formation are not fixed, but are constantly moving and changing.

Even if you rack your brains and come up with a way to break the formation, you'll find that it's already outdated and useless.

Fortunately, both array masters were experienced and had made thorough preparations beforehand, so they were not caught off guard and confused from the start.

The nodes were marked and made visible using expensive Taiyi gold powder.

The densely packed nodes change position every few breaths, and staring at them for even a short while will give you a headache and make your eyes blurry.

“Great True Lord Pei, we still lack a treasure to block the operation of the formation… Even if the two of us decipher it node by node without any mistakes, it will take several months.”

Every array plate in Tong Weng's hand was shaking violently, his fingers creating layers of afterimages, and his speaking speed was also as fast as a storm.

"What level of treasure do you need?"

Upon hearing that breaking the formation would take several months, True Monarch Ziyin immediately became anxious.

With so many Nascent Soul cultivators gathered together, it's clear they're plotting something big once they're discovered.

With the supernatural powers of the Heavenly Eye Daoist, his spiritual senses might have detected it the moment he emerged from seclusion, even if they were being extremely careful and didn't mention the name at all.

A single glance reveals everything.

"Ideally, it should be a celestial treasure, preferably one with sealing and isolating power!"

As Tong Weng flew tokens into the formation, the forbidden ancient formation was gradually revealed to everyone.

Once Taiyi gold powder gets on your palm, it can only be washed off by peeling your skin and chopping your flesh.

Regardless of the material or environment, the adhesion effect of Taiyi Gold Powder is strong enough.

It can be used on forbidden ancient formations. It begins to fade in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and the nodes become indistinct and the golden light dims.

Master Tian had to add more gold powder, otherwise all his previous efforts would be in vain.

"A Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure..."

The corner of Ziyin Zhenjun's mouth twitched as he looked at the people beside him.

His own natal magic weapon had only just reached the top-grade spiritual treasure level. The only way to upgrade it to a heaven-reaching spiritual treasure was to become a deity and take advantage of that opportunity to undergo a complete transformation.

Although he was considered a grand-disciple of the Great Wilderness Elder, his master had disappeared without a trace, leaving behind no belongings.

He only met the Old Man of the Great Wilderness later in life, and he did not bestow any great treasures upon him.

The magical treasures he carried appeared to be quite ordinary.

The Red Emperor removed the hairpin from his hair, blew on it lightly, and accurately hit a nodal.

The platinum hairpin firmly held the node in place and spread outwards, stopping one-tenth of the star-like array nodes.

Yun Zhongjun stretched out his bloodless palm, upon which were two golden pills, yin and yang repelling each other.

Wisps of cloud swirled among the golden pellets. Although they looked to be the size of walnuts, when they landed in the formation, they caused the entire mountain to tremble.

With the addition of the Yin-Yang Golden Pill, the progress of breaking the formation increased dramatically once again.

"Alright, this formation will surely be broken in ten days at most!"

Tong Weng breathed a sigh of relief; the two powerful magical treasures greatly alleviated their pressure.

Otherwise, just calculating the changing positions of nodes and responding as quickly as possible would take up most of our energy.

Meanwhile, continuous progress is being made, allowing the mysterious veil of the forbidden ancient formation to be lifted layer by layer.

The demands placed on numerology, mental strain, and the need for true energy are all extremely terrifying.

Within fifteen minutes, the two fourth-tier top-grade array masters were sweating profusely and felt their strength waning.

Right now, as long as we guide the two Heavenly Treasures, we can save a lot of effort.

(End of this chapter)