Chapter 2219: Chapter 2220: Sacred Formation
Even so, Lin Chen’s face showed not a trace of fear.
He remained silent, his gaze occasionally fixed on the black orb in Zheng Chuanhai’s palm.
The orb seemed to possess a kind of demonic allure, and when it drew close to Lin Chen, it appeared as if it desired to leap from Zheng Chuanhai’s hand and latch onto Lin Chen.
Lin Chen furrowed his brows and took a step back, the deep darkness emanating from the orb compelled him to be cautious.
But Zheng Chuanhai was indifferent, allowing the orb to move without ever letting it slip from his grasp.
"Don’t rush, patriarch, just a little longer."
Zheng Chuanhai murmured soothingly as he stroked the orb.
Lin Chen was taken aback; the patriarch he referred to was not the figure above, but indeed the orb itself!
With his words, the orb indeed calmed considerably, and even the evil qi it emitted became restrained.
Then, Zheng Chuanhai’s smile vanished, his gaze turned cold, and the solemnity on his face was evident.
He raised his hand, his fingers extending to form a claw, and though he did not touch Lin Chen, a tremendous force inexplicably pulled Lin Chen’s body toward him!
Lin Chen’s form drew closer, the tip of his toes lightly brushed the floor, his body leaning back, as the spiritual energy within him quickly circulated, landing forcefully on the slate of the hall.
A cracking sound echoed beneath his feet, and with the sound, the floor was suddenly dragged forward, creating a deep groove.
"Why bother with futile efforts."
Unconcerned, Zheng Chuanhai gathered more power, intensifying the force he exerted.
In a flash, Lin Chen found himself near Zheng Chuanhai.
Zheng Chuanhai pointed his index finger at Lin Chen’s shoulder, a sharp pain instantly invading Lin Chen’s arm.
Under this pain, Lin Chen’s shoulder felt like boiling blood as it moved swiftly to his fingertips under Zheng Chuanhai’s manipulation.
Blood gushed forth, piercing the skin at Lin Chen’s fingertip, immediately escaping his body.
Yet, oddly, the extracted blood did not fall to the ground but instead formed a crimson sphere at Lin Chen’s fingertip.
As the sphere swelled with the gathering blood, it grew larger, until it became the size of an egg. The loss of color left Lin Chen’s complexion deathly pale.
He felt as if all strength had left him, his face a frightening white, and it seemed his blood had been completely drained.
At this moment, Zheng Chuanhai released Lin Chen, lowering him to sit cross-legged in the center of the hall.
Then, holding the black orb in one hand and the crimson sphere in the other, his figure swiftly moved like a ghost around the hall.
With his movement, streams of blood visibly trailed from Zheng Chuanhai’s back, transforming into threads that slowly dripped to the floor.
"The time has finally come!"
As Zheng Chuanhai acted, several burly men couldn’t contain their excitement, releasing Chen Jie and Sun Tianming, causing them to fall to the ground unprepared.
However, they paid little mind to their minor aches, their attention entirely focused on the center of the hall.
In the center, as Zheng Chuanhai moved, hints of aura began to emanate.
It was an extremely sinister evil qi, oozing from the bloody ground, its original redness morphing into a dark purple.
After completing everything, Zheng Chuanhai finally halted and stood several meters in front of Lin Chen.
Beside the two, there was a circle that encompassed them.
"What kind of formation is this?"
Sun Tianming swallowed hard, his gaze dazed. He had learned much about formations from Guo Zhi, but none compared to the ominousness of this one.
"Humph, this is exclusive to our Saint Sect. How could common folk like you know?"
A burly man beside him snorted disdainfully.
Though out of Zheng Chuanhai’s earshot, his face was serious, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead—unprecedented.
Even he, after experiencing the prior setup, felt a wave of exhaustion. The completion of this formation might even impact his lifespan.
"It’s all worth it, as long as the patriarch revives, the Saint Sect will regain its former glory!"
Zheng Chuanhai eyed the black orb in his hand, a fervent gleam in his eyes—a testament to his purpose here.
He slowly placed the orb within the circle, painted in crimson.
As the orb settled, the blood pooled like flames, manifesting an aura of dark red interplay, wavering above.
At this moment, Zheng Chuanhai retreated, standing outside the formation.
"Saint formation manifest, patriarch return, welcome the patriarch home!"
"Welcome the patriarch home!"
Having seemingly awaited this for ages, they shouted, the sheer volume causing the hall’s ceiling to tremble!
With their chant finished, led by Zheng Chuanhai, all the men completed a hand gesture.
The gesture, intricate—fingers merging, forming strange shapes.
They appeared well-practiced, their movements fluid, as if performing a routine act.
Upon completion, their hands pointed diagonally upward, precisely toward the top of the hall!
Thick waves of black aura emanated from their fingers, coalescing above.
Above the hall, as the black aura surged, it seemed something began to awaken.
Then a shade of blood red emerged, bright as fire, illuminating the scene above.
Sun Tianming and Chen Jie raised their heads simultaneously, their scalps tingling at the sight.
Above, skeletal figures embedded in black rock covered the entire ceiling.
Upon closer inspection, dark purple blood dripped from the black crags onto the formation below!
As the blood red light appeared, the skeletons turned an eerie red, writhing and producing howls.
The howls were disorderly, escalating over one another—sharp sounds stabbing Sun Tianming and Chen Jie’s ears, drawing faint traces of blood.
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