Senior Zhou (the Formation Elder)'s senses can't be wrong. Could there really be a third faction? But just what sort of person could control such a massive formation in a world where the art of formations has been lost?
Wang Chong's brow deeply creased, a pensive look in his eyes.
Bzzz! A thought suddenly flashed through Wang Chong's mind. He recalled the corpses he had seen in the formation decades ago, perhaps even centuries ago. He also recalled many legends regarding the Origin Immortal Art. The ten great arts of the Central Plains had all appeared, and even the Myriad Spirit Sea Art that his master, The Evil Emperor, cultivated could be traced back to it.
Only the Supreme and Ultimate Immortal Art, ranked first, had never appeared until the end of the world and the collapse of the Central Plains. If the Origin Immortal Art had been completely buried in the river of history, then one thing would be fine. But from the marks in the formation, it seemed like the Origin Immortal Mountain would open once in a while.
He hadn't given it much thought before, but now that he thought about it, the Formation Elder's words made it seem extremely unusual. At this moment, Wang Chong seemed to think of something.
The Formation Elder had no idea what Wang Chong was thinking. Since he had sensed Wang Chong's astonishing talent, he had naturally done his utmost to teach Wang Chong, wanting nothing more than to pour everything he had learned into Wang Chong's head. And with the guidance of a master like the Formation Elder and Wang Chong's own astonishing comprehension ability, his mastery of formations naturally advanced by leaps and bounds.
Time slowly passed, and as Wang Chong studied formations with the Formation Elder, very few people knew that in another place, a pair of eyes was silently observing everything. His eyes were cold and emotionless as he watched one martial artist after another fall into the array and grind into dust like chickens and dogs. No emotion could be seen in his eyes.
"Men die for wealth, birds die for food. They only have themselves to blame!"
The man coldly said as he watched the changes in the formation.
"How many people are left in the formation?"
The surroundings were quiet. Soon, a respectful voice rang out, "Young Master.
"There are five hundred and seventy-six people in the formation, and more than one hundred and fifty have died."
"What?! So few people have died? "
That person had his hands behind his back. When he heard this, he suddenly turned around and frowned deeply.
"There are many more people this time, and we have to be much more cautious. The newly formed Zhengqi League still has more than three hundred people outside the formation, and the Myriad Ghost Ancestor, the Black Yin Ancestor, and Song Yuanyi have also entered the formation.
"These three people are surrounded by a large number of cultivators. With them around, our array formation has been greatly affected. Its lethality is far from what we expected. Even the array formation has been affected."
The man behind him bowed and paused for a moment, then continued.
"In addition, the Demonic Emperor, who came here last time, is also in the formation. It is rumored in the martial arts world that he is a demon who kills without batting an eyelid. He has always been paranoid and willful, a lone wolf, but this time, there seems to be a formation expert at his side. After receiving guidance, the Demonic Emperor actually remains motionless at the Rest Gate, rendering many of our techniques useless against him."
"Hmph! What formation expert? In this Age of Chaos, the power of ancient formations has long since been lost, and they're just some clowns. Could it be that you still think someone can go against an ancient formation left behind by an Immortal Monarch?"
The man leading the group coldly said.
"This subordinate understands!"
The man hurriedly bowed and lowered his head, not daring to say anything else.
"We can't let them have it so easy in the formation. Since they've become greedy and coveted the Immortal Lord's treasury, they have to be prepared to be wiped out and die here. Pass on my order: activate the core formation. Whether it's Song Yuanyi, the Black Yin Ancestor, or that Demonic Emperor, I want them all to die here! "
"Yes!"
… …
In the southwest, in the Rest Gate, Wang Chong's mastery of formations had advanced by leaps and bounds, to the point where even the Formation Elder could only sigh in praise, growing more and more fond of Wang Chong. Teaching Wang Chong had originally been something he had done in passing, as the crux was to break out of his current predicament. But later on, the Formation Elder had become so excited by the prospect that he had completely forgotten about going out, secretly treating this as a private gathering for his disciple.
"Let me ask you, how many changes can there be in the View Gate in a quarter hour?"
"Two hundred and fifty-six!"
Wang Chong immediately answered.
"Then what about the Stop Gate?"
"Five hundred and twelve!"
Wang Chong immediately answered, a pensive look on his face.
"Then let me ask you, how long will it take for a person trapped in the Alarm Gate to be pushed to the Life Gate by the formation? And then to the Death Gate?! "
The Formation Elder asked, his expression extremely solemn.
"There will be a change every hour. If he doesn't make the correct move, it will take around twelve times. After twelve hours, he will be pushed to the Pain Gate, but it will only take four hours to go from the Pain Gate to the Death Gate, and he will have to endure the power of the entire formation. His death is basically assured!"
Wang Chong sternly said, his mind turning faster and faster. If one looked carefully, one would realize that in Wang Chong's mind, there was a massive formation constructed from countless points, each point constantly colliding and moving.
"Then let me ask you again, if a person is trapped in the Pain Gate, what formation gates will they have to pass through, how many steps will they have to take to return to the View Gate, and how many steps will they have to take to return to the Rest Gate and escape from danger?"
The Formation Elder's expression was grim, and his questions were getting faster and more difficult.
This time, Wang Chong finally fell silent, his mind rapidly calculating. At this sight, the Formation Elder finally stroked his beard and smiled. Wang Chong's comprehension ability was truly too high, so high that he, as his teacher, found it rather embarrassing.
I have to give him a taste of my power, lest he thinks that the formation is easy and gets restless!
The Formation Elder saw Wang Chong's thoughtful expression, and though he said nothing, he was inwardly rejoicing.
But a moment later, Wang Chong's answer completely overturned the Formation Elder's thoughts.
"To return to the View Gate from the Pain Gate, one needs to pass through the Alarm Gate, the Stop Gate, the Open Gate, the Stop Gate, the Alarm Gate, and only then can one return to the View Gate. Taking into account the changes in the Nine Palaces, one needs a total of 1364 steps.
"And to reach the Rest Gate, one needs an additional 3351 steps!"
Wang Chong straightforwardly said.
“！！！”
The Formation Elder stared at Wang Chong, his eyes wide and mouth slack.
"How … how could this be?"
The Formation Elder found it impossible to believe that after teaching Wang Chong for just a few hours, the latter was able to understand and apply it to the formation before him. This completely overturned the Formation Elder's understanding of formations.
The Evil Emperor, standing on the side with his hands held behind his back, was inwardly chuckling at this sight. The Formation Elder's selfish desire to make Wang Chong his successor was not something that could be hidden from him, but the Evil Emperor had deliberately chosen not to expose him.
For Wang Chong to become the Tang Dynasty's King of Foreign Lands in just two years and also cultivate the Great Yinyang Heaven Creation Art to the point of perfection, how could an ordinary person compare to this level of comprehension? How could the Formation Elder's formations possibly stump him?
"Haha, Senior, in truth, it's just that I have a strong calculative ability. I only need to run through all the calculations in my mind."
Wang Chong faintly smiled.
"You bastard brat!"
The Formation Elder's eyes bulged in anger, his chest heaving up and down. The art of formations was so profound that Wang Chong had treated it like a simple calculation. This infuriated the Formation Elder to no end.
Rumble! Just as the two of them were speaking, a sudden change occurred. Accompanied by a violent sound, the entire ground began to shake again. "Aaaah!" Several unaffiliated martial artists huddled together with Wang Chong's group cried out, their eyes brimming with fear.
"It's, it's starting again!"
The few of them trembled and looked very uneasy. They were all martial artists with extraordinary strength, but compared to this huge ancient array formation, they were just insignificant ants.
"It's a little different!"
Wang Chong raised his head to the overcast sky, his expression extremely grave. For some reason, this shift in the formation gave him a completely different feeling.
"Brat, Zhang Wenfu, watch out! There's something wrong with the situation! The formation seems to have gotten much stronger! "
The Formation Elder's voice suddenly rang out in his ear, his eyes fixed on the sky, his expression extremely nervous.
Kaclack!
Before his voice faded away, it was as if the entire sky had split open. Everyone heard an unprecedented loud noise, as if the entire world had been split open by a terrifying force. Before anyone could react, thick smoke began to roil around them, the dark green fog sweeping toward them with more ferocious momentum than ever before.
At the same time, the entire space around them seemed to be a kite that had gone out of control, flung away by some dreadful power as the formation began to spin.
"Ah!"
Cries of alarm could be heard as all the martial artists panicked.
"Save me! Young Master, save me!"
Like drowning men, they turned to Wang Chong, their eyes brimming with desire. This formation was far more terrifying than they had imagined. If Wang Chong did not save them, they were doomed.
"Buzz!"
Before these people could even finish speaking, an enormous attractive force immediately began to pull them in. At the same time, Wang Chong's Stellar Energy spread out and engulfed all these unaffiliated martial artists.
Just as he finished doing this, the corrosive green mist immediately swept over, making sizzling sounds in the void, as if even space itself was being corroded.
Although he sensed that this poisonous fog was different, Wang Chong only raised his brow and quickly calmed down. Wang Chong could be considered to be quite experienced in dealing with poison gas traps. This sort of trap was no longer a threat to Wang Chong.
"Chong-er, careful!"
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