Coming Uninvited

Liu Xiaolou drew up a list containing thirty-two kinds of Spiritual Materials.

After receiving the list, Wen Wuniang made one request: Liu Xiaolou was not to spread word of it.

Liu Xiaolou immediately stated that, as a Formation Master, once one entered this profession, one ought to have such awareness. He would never reveal anything about repairing the grand formation, and asked Wen Wuniang—

The wind and snow gradually subsided as the six set out for the southern seas. This journey was even more perilous than the last. The Xuanming Cult had planted hidden agents everywhere, constantly dispatching assassins and puppet cultivators to intercept and kill them. Though the Chaos Sect party possessed extraordinary strength, they were repeatedly drawn into bitter battles.

"They seemed to have anticipated that we would head south," Ye Ying said as he cleared the remaining black runes from his body.

"It seems the Xuanming Cult is making a desperate final gamble this time," Leng Yue said coldly. "They know that if they do not act now, the Chaos Sect will completely cement its position."

"But their plan could not merely be to awaken the Chaos Ancient God." Qing'er's gaze was profound. "Though the Chaos Ancient God is the most primordial will of Chaos Power, its very existence has always been elusive and intangible. What is truly frightening is whether the Xuanming Cult has mastered some means of controlling Chaos Power."

"You mean..." Bai Shuang frowned.

"They may be attempting to completely refine Chaos Power and turn it into a controllable force of destruction," Qing'er said slowly. "If that is truly the case, it would not only be a disaster for the Cultivation World, but a catastrophe for heaven and earth themselves."

After pondering for a moment, Mo Li nodded. "I once saw a secret art