Slanting wind, fine rain; battered by wind and rain.
One hundred twenty-nine thousand six hundred strands of Karma of Gold Sword Light slashed into the Nine Heavens Myriad Transformations Thunder Sound Universalization Grand Array. Though countless rule-lightning killing formations obstructed them, they passed through layer after layer like phantoms, unable to stop the golden threads of light from seeping into the formation.
"What kind of sword is this?"
True Venerable Wanlei was suddenly seized by terror, a chill rising in his heart.
He had discovered that not a single one of the one hundred twenty-nine thousand six hundred strands of golden thread sword light had missed. Every one struck at a node of the Sect-Protecting Grand Array, with uncanny precision and no uncertainty whatsoever.
Once these sword lights struck solidly, this incomparably massive formation—a formation the sect's Past Patriarchs had painstakingly refined for over a hundred thousand years—would collapse like a stack of building blocks in an instant, reduced to ashes and dust, with no power left to resist.
This was the ultimate Array Breaking Sword!
Any barrier-breaking talisman or realm-breaking talisman paled into insignificance before this sword.
Formations, which had always been famed in the Cultivation World for their immense power and ability to Fight Above One's Rank, were now so fragile, like eggshells that seemed ready to crumble at the snap of a finger—perhaps even weaker than a lone Late Stage Void Refinement cultivator.
"Why does he know every formation node and every means of breaking the array?"
"Has a traitor emerged within the sect?"
"That's impossible! The sect's formation has only ever been passed down by a single Grand Elder of each generation, word by word. Even if a Void Refinement cultivator of the sect were captured and soul-searched, there is no way anyone could learn it..."