Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

Cui Ming and Wuming exchanged a glance.

The situation is worse than expected.

Where is the core of the formation?

Cui Ming asked again, his tone now tinged with coldness.

A flicker of struggle crossed the leader of the Onmyoji's soul face, then he suddenly burst into laughter.

"Even if I told you, what difference would it make? You simply cannot break the formation. The core of this Yellow Springs Formation is not in any one place..."

Or rather, the array patterns on the entire platform are the array's core!

As long as one rune remains intact, the formation can continuously regenerate and expand! How much can you destroy? One-tenth? One-hundredth?

It paused, a malicious glee emanating from its voice.

"Moreover, you don't have much time left."

The grand formation has already captured the souls of over several hundred extraordinary individuals, enough for it to complete its first evolution within half an hour.

"evolution?"

Cui Ming frowned.

"It's about gathering all the scattered energy and souls into my body, forcibly catalyzing the birth of the array spirit!"

The soul of the Onmyoji leader sneered maliciously.

"Although the array spirit generated in this way is incomplete, it is still enough to control the array for one last burst."

"At that time, the entire mountain will be dragged into the depths of the Yellow Springs, and all living things will turn into dead souls, becoming nourishment for the growth of the array spirit!"

Before the words were even finished, something unexpected happened on the platform.

The dark red patterns that were originally flowing slowly suddenly lit up with a dazzling blood-red light.

Within the light, all the patterns began to writhe as if alive, converging towards the location of the Onmyoji leader's corpse.

It's not just about platforms.

Cui Ming could clearly sense that the spirituality of all the dead souls within the entire mountain range was being extracted.

They all surged wildly toward the direction of the Onmyoji leader's corpse.

"It's finally starting!"

The Onmyoji leader's soul let out a maniacal laugh.

"The contraction has begun! You can't stop it! Nobody can stop it!"

Cui Ming stopped wasting words.

His right hand clenched tightly, and the dozens of Dan Shi forces that had pierced the nodes of the patterns suddenly erupted.

The eerie blue light spread wildly along the lines like a virus, and wherever it passed, the dark red blood light quickly dissipated.

But this time, the effect was far less than before.

During the contraction process, the energy concentration of those patterns increased several times over.

Although the power of the pill can dissipate some of it, the souls and spirituality that have been drawn away are still converging towards the center.

Moreover, as these spiritual energies converged, the entire formation became increasingly active, even beginning to actively counteract the erosion of the Dan Shi power.

"nameless!"

Cui Ming shouted.

The twelve flying swords responded to the call, their sword light piercing the ground like rain, precisely severing the shrinking lines.

The severed patterns overflowed with energy, but new patterns quickly extended from the side and reconnected.

A drop in the ocean.

The array patterns on the entire mountain were so numerous that it was impossible for just two people to sever them all in time.

"it's useless..."

The laughter of the Onmyoji leader's soul grew weaker and weaker as its soul was forcibly extracted by the shrinking power of the formation and was about to merge into the core of the formation.

"The Yellow Springs Formation... is irreversible... you... will all die..."

Its sound gradually faded, and the gray mist completely merged into the dark red light surrounding the corpse.

The corpse suddenly began to tremble violently, and a large amount of viscous black substance gushed out from the wound on its chest.

The substance spread rapidly, covering the entire corpse, and then seeped into the stone slab, merging with the array patterns.

In the center of the platform, a dark red vortex about three feet in diameter slowly took shape.

Deep within the vortex, countless distorted faces could be vaguely seen struggling and roaring.

Those were souls devoured by the great formation, being forcibly refined and fused.

"This is the core?"

Cui Ming stared at the vortex, his mind racing.

As the leader of the Onmyoji sect just said, the core of the formation is everywhere.

This may be true, but for the grand formation to complete its evolution and catalyze the formation spirit, it must inevitably need a final energy convergence point.

This vortex is the temporary core.

If it can be destroyed, at least the contraction process can be interrupted.

But how do we destroy it?

The power of Dan Shi can devour energy, but the energy intensity of this vortex far exceeds that of any previous pattern.

The nameless flying sword can sever souls, but this vortex is essentially a product of countless souls being forcibly fused together. Even if one part is severed, the others will still remain.

unless……

Cui Ming suddenly looked at Wuming.

"You just said that when you devoured those souls, their soul power was very pure, but it was forcibly controlled by the power of the great formation?"

Cui Ming speaks very quickly.

"If I were to let you directly devour this vortex, devour these souls that are being refined, could you withstand it?"

Wuming silently watched the vortex.

Deep within the vortex, the roars of those distorted faces seemed to directly affect the soul.

Resentment, pain, madness, despair...

Countless negative emotions mix together, creating an impact powerful enough to cause a normal person to suffer a mental breakdown.

But for the nameless one...

It's a piece of cake.

"No problem."

"Then let's give it a try!"

Cui Ming made a decisive statement.

"I will use the power of the Pill Devouring Technique to protect your consciousness and filter out the impact of negative emotions as much as possible. Just keep devouring, as much as you can."

Wuming nodded and took a step forward.

The twelve flying swords flew back automatically, circling around him, their blades glowing with a mixture of dark blue and crimson light.

Cui Ming made his move simultaneously.

He placed both palms on Wuming's back, and a surge of powerful Dan Shi energy poured in.

Based on the domineering devouring properties of the Dan Shi power, Cui Mingzheng coated Wuming's body and flying sword with a protective layer to strip away as much of the negative emotions from the soul impact as possible.

Wuming closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, his pupils had turned pure black, with not a trace of white showing.

He extended his right hand, fingers spread wide, aiming at the dark red vortex in the center of the platform, and twelve flying swords rang out in unison.

In an instant, twelve flying swords pierced back and forth within the vortex.

This caused the vortex to vibrate violently.

Those distorted faces simultaneously let out sharp screams, struggling even more frantically.

The vortex's energy began to overflow uncontrollably, and the dark red light flickered on and off.

With Cui Ming's assistance, Wuming's body remained remarkably stable.

A torrent of negative emotions continued to assault his consciousness: resentment, pain, madness...

The obsessions of countless dead surged like a tide, attempting to engulf his ego.

But for him, these were all child's play.

The essence of the demon sword Hirumaru is that it is an evil creature that devours souls and plunders power.

After he completely fused with the demon sword Hirumaru, this ability has captured the souls of far too many people.

Among them are many people with extraordinary talent, and even more powerful individuals who consider themselves the chosen ones.

But the moment they grasped the demon sword Hirumaru, they all became his puppets, transforming into a generation of demons.

At this moment, to Wuming, this energy vortex formed by the fusion of thousands of souls was nothing more than a slightly larger piece of cake.

However, it might be difficult to get him to eat it in a short period of time.

Therefore, Wuming did not presume to be arrogant and directly expressed his thoughts to Cui Ming through the mental link.

Cui Ming understood what he meant.

The energy of this vortex is enormous; in the past, Wuming had at most devoured the souls of twenty or thirty people.

After all, he was quite picky about food, and he wouldn't bother with anything too weak.

But what lies before him now is a huge cake that embodies the souls of hundreds of people.

We can't finish it!