Chapter 00455: The Calamity Transfer Formation
# The Calamity Transfer Formation**
Chapter 455
Novel: Abandon The Universe
**Chapter 455: The Calamity Transfer Formation**
Lan Xiaobu immediately entered the Cosmic Dimension Matrix and extended his divine sense outward.
His divine sense felt as if it had been teleported, followed by a familiar tearing sensation—was this the bottom of the Void Swamp Mud River?
He quickly confirmed it.
This was indeed the bottom of the Void Swamp Mud River.
That black hole vortex was actually a teleportation gate, designed to drag any immortal ship that escaped the swamp back into the river.
Clearly, this was man-made.
It seemed his earlier guess was correct.
The reason there was no suction force or mud pillars attacking the Kunpeng ship was because his divine sense had penetrated the swamp.
This suggested that as long as someone’s divine sense could infiltrate the swamp, they wouldn’t be able to escape—they would eventually be dragged back into the river.
Lan Xiaobu had originally planned to visit the bottom of the Void Swamp Mud River after going to the Leviathan Ruins Sea.
But now, this spatial rift had forced him to come here ahead of schedule.
Well, since he was already here, he might as well make the most of it.
While the swamp mud was deadly to others, it wasn’t to him.
He had already spent over half a year adapting to it.
Exiting the Cosmic Dimension Matrix, Lan Xiaobu immediately felt as if he were wrapped in a space filled with steel needles.
Piercing pain seeped into his bones, and his sea of consciousness continued to suffer relentless tearing.
*This is intense.*
If he hadn’t spent months tempering his divine sense in this swamp, his sea of consciousness would have collapsed under this level of assault—forget about his physical body.
His only option for survival would have been to stay hidden inside the Cosmic Dimension Matrix.
His divine sense was already incredibly strong, yet even he was on the verge of collapse.
It was no wonder that those who entered the black hole vortex never returned—survival here was nearly impossible.
Fortunately, Lan Xiaobu’s *Spirit Refining Technique* had reached the tenth tier, making his sea of consciousness exceptionally resilient.
The tearing no longer affected him.
The only remaining challenge was the mud’s assault on his physical body, which he countered by continuously circulating the *Undying Technique* to temper his flesh.
Now that he had calmed down, Lan Xiaobu realized that given his adaptation to the swamp, he should be able to escape.
But since he was already here, he decided to inspect the massive pillars at the river’s bottom.
Even with his formidable divine sense, he couldn’t scan the entire swamp floor.
Approaching the first pillar, he realized that without divine sense, these structures would appear like towering walls.
Each was tens of thousands of miles in diameter—the largest pillars he had ever seen.
Placing his hand on one, he detected traces of spatial rules.
*This is definitely man-made.*
The pillars emitted a spatial transference aura, confirming his earlier suspicion—they formed a massive formation designed to redirect calamities toward the immortal realm.
Could he destroy this formation? And if he did, what would be the consequences for the immortal world?
As he pondered, Lan Xiaobu continued tempering his body against the swamp’s assault.
To dismantle the formation, he first needed to understand its structure.
But right now, he didn’t even know how many pillars there were.
Extending his divine sense downward, he couldn’t reach the riverbed.
To count the pillars, he would have to descend further.
If stopping the immortal realm’s calamity was possible, he was willing to spend the time—but only if Luo Caisi remained unharmed.
He took out a crystal ball, which immediately displayed the Kunpeng ship’s status.
Inside his cave abode, Liang Changxu was desperately trying to break free of his restraints.
Lan Xiaobu smirked.
If he wanted, he could kill Liang Changxu a hundred times over right now.
But the man still had his uses.
The moment Luo Caisi appeared on the Kunpeng ship, he would know.
Storing the crystal ball, Lan Xiaobu swiftly descended toward the riverbed.
Days passed, and he still hadn’t reached the bottom.
Though his body grew stronger from tempering with the *Undying Technique*, this was taking too long.
Deciding to multitask, he began circulating the *Longevity Technique* alongside it.
To his delight, as soon as he did, the immortal spiritual energy hidden within the swamp surged toward him, rapidly boosting his cultivation.
This level of cultivation efficiency was no worse than the Silent God Valley.
A month later, Lan Xiaobu noticed something even more surprising—the swamp’s tearing effect on his body had lessened as he cultivated.
Correspondingly, his descent speed increased.
Soon, he became fully immersed in this cycle of descending and cultivating.
Years later, just as his cultivation reached the peak of the Immortal Sovereign Realm—on the verge of breaking through to Immortal Emperor—his feet suddenly touched solid ground.
*Had he reached the bottom?*
His divine sense was no longer obstructed.
Scanning the area, he counted one hundred and eight colossal pillars rooted into the ground beneath him.
The ground itself felt like some kind of stone, though he couldn’t identify the material.
With his divine sense now unobstructed, Lan Xiaobu could clearly perceive the purpose of these pillars.
They weren’t just pillars—they were formation flags.
If his mastery of formations hadn’t surpassed that of an Immortal Formation Emperor, he wouldn’t have realized it.
While he couldn’t replicate such a grand formation, he could deduce its principles given enough time.
He checked the crystal ball again.
The Kunpeng ship was still en route, and according to his monitoring array, Liang Gucai hadn’t returned.
This time, he didn’t put the crystal ball away.
Instead, he set up a trigger array that would alert him if anyone boarded the ship.
With that done, he turned his full attention to studying the calamity transfer formation.
Time slipped by unnoticed.
Ten years passed like ten days as Lan Xiaobu lost himself in deciphering the massive pillars.
Each pillar was inscribed with countless formation patterns, most of which he couldn’t comprehend.
Eventually, he stopped his analysis.
Even if he spent a century here, he might never fully understand this formation—and he didn’t have that kind of time.
Then it struck him—he didn’t *need* to understand it.
If this was a calamity transfer formation, all he had to do was destroy it.
But he couldn’t act now.
If he did, the formation’s creator would detect it.
He had to wait until the calamity arrived.
By then, rushing back to the riverbed to destroy the pillars would be impractical.
Even if he reached the Immortal Emperor Realm, he wouldn’t be fast enough.
But that didn’t stump him.
If he couldn’t build it, he could certainly break it.
Lan Xiaobu began setting up explosive arrays around each pillar.
Given their sheer size, it took him two years to complete all one hundred and eight.
Once finished, he exhaled in relief.
When the calamity arrived, detonating these arrays would shatter every pillar simultaneously, preventing the calamity from being redirected to the immortal realm.
Satisfied with his work, Lan Xiaobu prepared to leave.
Stopping a heavenly calamity—something he’d never dared imagine before—was now within reach.
Once out of the swamp, he would undergo his tribulation and ascend to Immortal Emperor.
But just as he was about to ascend, a thought gave him pause.
If *he* had built this formation, wouldn’t he have accounted for the possibility of the pillars being destroyed?
The swamp was treacherous, but not impenetrable.
As a formation master himself, he would have included a repair mechanism to swiftly restore the flags.
If this was indeed a formation to protect the immortal realm, its repair core *had* to be here at the riverbed.
Lan Xiaobu resumed his search, this time scanning even more meticulously.
Months passed as he scoured every inch of the riverbed, but he found no trace of a repair formation.
Perhaps he was overthinking it.
Maybe there wasn’t one.
Still, he decided to leave his Heavenly Gang Formation Disk at the riverbed.
If a repair formation *did* activate, he would detect it immediately and could use the disk and its thirty-six flags to block it.
After setting up a void array to anchor the disk in place, Lan Xiaobu gathered his energy and shot upward.
The ascent took even longer than the descent—six full years—before he finally broke through the swamp’s surface.
Standing above the churning mud, Lan Xiaobu felt no fear.
To him, this place had become a training ground.
Why not undergo his tribulation here and break through to Immortal Emperor?
But he quickly dismissed the idea.
If someone from the Divine Realm had set up this formation, they might have left monitoring marks in the swamp.
Undergoing tribulation here would expose his secrets.
Instead, he summoned his轮回锅 (Reincarnation Pot) and left the swamp behind.
A month later, he stopped on a floating meteorite.
Without finding a suitable abandoned planet, this would have to do for his tribulation.
He set up a top-tier spirit-gathering formation, surrounding it with over a hundred immortal spirit veins.
Before he even began circulating the *Longevity Technique*, the area was already thick with immortal spiritual energy, forming misty peaks in the void.
(End of Chapter)