Chapter 30: Mending Heaven Peak Master
Chapter 30: The Mending Heaven Peak Master
In his previous life, Lü Yang had painstakingly studied formations, ultimately engraving a grand sword formation onto his Blood Sun Sword Pill—the "Heaven-Slashing Blood River Sword Formation."
The formation was divided into Three Talents and Nine Palaces, with the sword qi river unleashed by the Blood Sun Sword Pill as its core and the Heavenly Demon Blood-Transforming Divine Light as its supplement. Lü Yang had even meticulously designed three hundred and sixty formation nodes. According to his vision, as long as he could find three hundred and sixty cultivators to occupy these nodes, the formation's power would reach its peak.
He had already planned for this.
Once he reclaimed his Innate True Qi Myriad Spirits Banner from Liu Xin, he would have the Banner Spirits occupy the nodes—not only would it be effortless and convenient, but it would also allow him to carry the formation with him.
For now, however, he had to personally command the formation.
"Activate!" Lü Yang formed hand seals, and the Blood Sun Sword Pill trembled. Within the formation, a celestial river surged from south to north, spanning the heavens—so vast that its edges could not be seen.
Lu Yuanchun, Zhao Xuhe, and the others all found themselves submerged in this river. The roaring waters were equivalent to endless sword qi slashing at them every moment. Several weaker cultivators barely had time to scream before dissolving into bloody blossoms within the river.
Lu Yuanchun's expression twisted violently at the sight.
"Impossible! Master warned me that this man knew formations, but I never gave him time to set one up. How did we still fall into a formation?"
Lu Yuanchun couldn't comprehend it.
Because the Blood Sun Sword Pill was no ordinary magical treasure—it was an Array Treasure. An Array Treasure was precisely that: a formation condensed into a treasure, where the formation manifested instantly with a single thought. There was no need for setup!
Now that they were trapped within the formation, Lu Yuanchun's plans had been completely overturned.
Formations borrowed the wonders and power of heaven and earth, earning them the reputation of being invincible within the same realm. Though Lu Yuanchun prided himself on his strength, being caught in a formation still shook his confidence.
Could he truly capsize in a shallow ditch today?
The thought made Lu Yuanchun's expression grow increasingly grim, far from his earlier air of assured victory. Even Zhao Xuhe beside him began to panic:
"Senior Brother, this formation—"
"Junior Brother, be careful. There may be unforeseen variables today." Lu Yuanchun whispered instructions while summoning his Radiant Mirror of Treasured Light to shield himself.
Deep down, Lu Yuanchun still clung to hope. In his eyes, Lü Yang was merely an ordinary disciple who had stumbled upon some fortuitous encounters. Though he seemed to know many things, he had only recently entered the sect. Even if he understood formations, how much could he truly master? As for this formation before them, perhaps it was merely inherited from someone else?
Yet in the next moment, Lü Yang shattered his delusions.
With a cold expression, Lü Yang willed his thoughts into action, raising a finger. The once-clear sword qi river instantly took on a piercing crimson hue.
The Heavenly Demon Blood-Transforming Divine Light!
This divine ability was renowned for its devastating power—"graze and be wounded, touch and perish"—but that very description also revealed its flaw: it was only effective if it struck its target.
If it missed, it was useless.
But within the "Heaven-Slashing Blood River Sword Formation," Lü Yang had eliminated this weakness. Anyone inside the formation was effectively submerged in the divine light!
In other words, once unleashed, it was guaranteed to hit!
In an instant, Lu Yuanchun felt as if the earth itself were shaking. His remaining junior brothers screamed one after another—only to be reduced to mere husks of skin in moments.
"Disastrous!"
Lu Yuanchun's face paled drastically. Gritting his teeth, he swiftly altered his hand seals. The aura of the Radiant Mirror of Treasured Light above him instantly grew chaotic and violent.
Lü Yang understood at a glance.
"Self-detonating a treasure? How naive!"
The Radiant Mirror of Treasured Light was clearly a superior-grade magical treasure. If Lu Yuanchun detonated it, he might indeed tear open the formation and carve out an escape route.
But that was only true if Lü Yang didn't understand formations.
Ordinary formations, even when controlled, could only operate according to fixed rules—they were rigid. But with a formation master at the helm, everything changed.
A competent formation master could adjust the formation dynamically based on the battle's progression, turning a rigid formation into a fluid one. Its power would naturally be incomparable—especially since the "Heaven-Slashing Blood River Sword Formation" was Lü Yang's own creation, wielded as effortlessly as his own limbs.
Thus, the moment Lu Yuanchun detonated his treasure, Lü Yang acted.
With one hand, he calculated swiftly; with the other, he adjusted the formation's patterns. In an instant, he dispersed the concentrated explosive force across the entire formation.
Spread thin, the explosion's power plummeted.
The formation, which should have been torn apart, remained intact. Seizing the moment when the Radiant Mirror shattered, Lü Yang even managed to engulf Lu Yuanchun and Zhao Xuhe entirely.
Zhao Xuhe didn't even have time to scream before shriveling into a desiccated corpse.
"Impossible! This thief is actually a formation master!?"
Lu Yuanchun's face turned deathly pale as he felt his flesh and blood draining away like a breached dam. He was on the verge of meeting the same fate as Zhao Xuhe.
"The Blood-Transforming Divine Light..."
Faced with life and death, sheer terror swiftly extinguished his fury. His eyes bulged with helpless rage, but in the end, he bowed his head as if resigned to his fate.
Boom!
The next moment, a jade pendant at Lu Yuanchun's waist silently shattered, erupting with boundless radiance—instantly tearing Lü Yang's grand formation apart!
Lü Yang's pupils contracted as he looked up at the sky.
His gaze met an awe-inspiring sight: the radiance coalesced into a colossal, solemn face high above him—ten thousand feet in the sky—its eyes as bright as the sun and moon.
The face betrayed no emotion. Just a single glance made Lü Yang's eyes sting with tears, and his true qi was abruptly suppressed by seventy to eighty percent. He nearly lost control of his flight, almost plummeting from the sky.
The face gazed down, its voice like thunder rolling from the mountains:
"Audacious!"
The words were soft, yet they carried the weight of heavenly decree, marking Lü Yang as an existence despised by the world itself. Even the surrounding spiritual energy recoiled as if repelled.
The mere pressure of that invisible gaze felt like Mount Tai itself crushing Lü Yang.
The ground beneath him cracked inch by inch.
Such a spectacle naturally alarmed the entire Mending Heaven Peak.
In an instant, countless disciples in secluded cultivation were startled awake, emerging from their caves to stare at the colossal face in the sky—their expressions filled with terror.
"Greetings, Peak Master!"
"Greetings, Peak Master!"
Senior disciples of Mending Heaven Peak recognized the face and immediately dropped to their knees, kowtowing repeatedly in reverence.
The Mending Heaven Peak Master!
At last, Lü Yang learned the identity of Zhao Xuhe's mysterious master—the Mending Heaven Peak Master, a Foundation Establishment True Person who presided over one of the Primordial Saint Sect's Four Inner Peaks!
Boom—!
With those words, the formation Lü Yang had spent twenty years refining in his past life began to crumble. Entire sections of the formation patterns exploded on the spot.
Witnessing this, Lü Yang couldn't help but smile bitterly.
The gap between Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment far exceeded his imagination. Two decades of painstaking effort had been undone by just two words from a Foundation Establishment True Person!
A single reprimand—was this truly its power?