After discussing and finalizing their plans, Liang and Revenant Xuan nodded in agreement. Liang, with his hands behind his back, walked closer to the mysterious stone tablet, feeling the immense power emanating from it. A wide smile spread across his face, his anticipation evident.
Impatiently, Revenant Xuan questioned Liang, "Brat, what are your intentions now? When do you plan on setting the formation?"
Liang shrugged nonchalantly, "Setting the formation? When did I say I would set up a formation? We only discussed our plans once we are in the devil realm, nothing more."
Revenant Xuan’s green, fiery eyes flickered with irritation. "I see. You want to extort me, don’t you?"
Impatiently waving his hand, Revenant Xuan urged, "Hurry up and tell me what you want."
Liang smiled mischievously and pointed his finger toward the stone tablet. Revenant Xuan couldn’t help but burst into laughter, his eyes now flickering even more intensely. "I see. You’re seeking death, aren’t you?"
Liang chuckled and shook his head dismissively. "Senior Xuan, you’ve misunderstood me. I simply wish to cultivate beside the stone tablet to further improve my comprehension of the formation dao."
Feeling somewhat shameless, Liang continued, "I am not entirely confident in my abilities to complete such a formation just yet."
Revenant Xuan’s eyes flashed with thoughtfulness. After a moment of contemplation, he finally nodded and said, "You have only five months. After that, well... I don’t need to say more."
Liang nonchalantly shrugged and positioned himself next to the ancient stone tablet, his demeanor betraying a focused intent. Soon, he delved into a profound state of concentration.
The tablet held considerable significance as one of Revenant Xuan’s most valuable treasures, if not the best.
Revenant Xuan, in his mortal life, was a scholar of great renown. By the age of twenty, he had become the most revered scholar on the entire planet. His reputation was such that even powerful cultivators flocked to him seeking enlightenment, and strangely enough, many of them found it. In gratitude, these cultivators offered him their most prized cultivation techniques.
However, Revenant Xuan discovered that he had no Spirit Root, and his physique was that of an ordinary mortal, preventing him from cultivating even the simplest body refining techniques or any other form of cultivation.
Undeterred, he embraced another path—the path of Formations and Runes.
By the age of fifty, Xuan had become the greatest formations master on the entire planet. Dao Integration Realm and Void Transformation Realm cultivators frequently sought his advice on setting up spirit formations.
For thirty years, he guided and assisted countless cultivators, but then he suddenly vanished from the world. His disappearance left the entire cultivation community saddened and puzzled.
Speculations arose about his demise due to old age, but some dismissed this notion, considering the vast array of life-prolonging medicines and treasures bestowed upon him by countless cultivators he had helped. His disappearance became a mystery embedded in the annals of history.
Little did they know, that as Xuan delved into the study of Formations and Runes, he felt a peculiar and ethereal force calling to him. Intrigued, he followed this force to the death domain, unafraid, he entered the domain.
Astoundingly, he managed to navigate through the Domain unscathed, completely unnoticed by any of the corpses that lay strewn about. It was as if he simply blended into the surroundings, his presence seemingly nonexistent.
Eventually, Xuan found himself in a secluded and desolate valley. As he deeply felt the source of the signal he had followed, he found himself standing in front of the stone tablet. From that moment on, his fate took a turn.
The stone tablet possessed a profound and mysterious nature, seemingly containing the essence of both Formation and Rune laws. Cultivating beside it would enhance one’s abilities and compress them to a terrifying degree.
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On one of the desolate planets in the Outer Ring of the devil realm, a mysterious man emerged, his presence startling as if he materialized out of thin air. His striking appearance was defined by his white hair cascading around his shoulders and his piercing yellow eyes that seemed to hold an otherworldly glow.
As he surveyed the desolate landscape surrounding him, the man’s lips curled into a sly smile. "It was so close," he whispered, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "The Devil Court experts are becoming more complacent with each passing day."
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Seating himself cross-legged on the barren ground, the man closed his eyes, entering a deep state of meditation. Almost immediately, the wounds that marred his body began to rapidly heal, leaving no trace of their existence. Not only that but a subtle increase in his cultivation could also be felt coursing through his veins.
From a bracelet worn on his wrist, the man retrieved an exquisitely crafted black robe. Its fabric exuded an air of elegance and mystery, perfectly suited to the man’s enigmatic presence. Each fold and seam of the garment suggested intricate artistry and meticulous craftsmanship.
Next, he delicately pulled out an item from his pocket – a small black mirror. The mirror, about the size of his palm, possessed a smooth, polished surface that emitted an eerie glow. Intricate patterns, etched into the glass with runic symbols, adorned its edges. The frame, made of a dark metal reminiscent of iron, held an inexplicable otherworldly presence.
Slipping into the ornate robe, the man adjusted its flowing sleeves and then carefully groomed his lustrous white hair, transforming his appearance into one of undeniable allure and refinement. With a swift motion, he raised the small mirror to his face, inspecting his reflection with unwavering scrutiny. Satisfied with his appearance, a determined nod escaped his lips.
"The Middle Ring gates must be heavily guarded now," the man mused, a furrow creasing his brow. "There could be as many as ten Ethereal Manifestation Realm cultivators."
"Troublesome indeed, for killing them might draw the attention of one or two Divine Integration Realm experts." An unmistakable sense of concern etched itself onto his countenance as he deliberated.
A cunning smile soon formed on his lips. "It appears that I am left with no other choice, do I?"