Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, a hundred years passed. Over those long years, a new generation of disciples in the sect had grown up like bamboo shoots after spring rain. Listening to the legendary tales of their predecessors, their hearts were filled with yearning and lofty ambition.
The former young disciple had now become an elder of the sect. Though he held an esteemed position, one question had always troubled him—the sect's formation contained a flaw. Though this flaw was minor, it had never allowed him peace of mind. Thus, he often went alone to the place regarded as the Forbidden Land to carefully inspect the formation.
On this day, when he arrived at the Forbidden Land as usual, he suddenly noticed that the formation's glow seemed somewhat dim. His heart tightened, and a sense of foreboding surged within him. He immediately realized that something might be wrong and, without hesitation, summoned everyone in the sect.
Upon hearing the news, everyone hurried over. When they saw how faint the formation's glow had become, they could not help but gasp. After a thorough inspection, they were shocked to find that the Evil Seed's power seemed to be strengthening, while the once-stable formation was now on the verge of collapse, as though it could shatter at any moment.
Faced with this emergency, the former young disciple made a swift decision. He would lead the new generation of disciples in strengthening the formation. They gathered in the Forbidden Land and worked together, casting all manner of spells and continuously pouring their spiritual power into the formation.
However, despite their utmost efforts, the resentment of the Evil Seed was far too powerful. Their efforts were merely a drop in the ocean and could not resolve the problem at its