Mysterious Figure

Yan Zhao gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead. Suddenly, the pattern of Spiritual Energy flowing around the Rune Stone flashed through his mind. This sudden spark of inspiration enlightened him like a sudden revelation, allowing him to instantly grasp its intricacies.

Without hesitation, he adjusted the circulation of his Spiritual Energy according to this pattern. His entire body's Spiritual Energy flowed like a clear spring through his meridians, finally converging in his palm. In an instant, a gentle yet resilient light emanated from Yan Zhao. This light seemed to possess an indescribable power; under its radiance, the fierce winds and sea of fire became like tamed beasts, gradually subsiding.

Seeing this, the Mysterious Figure's expression drastically changed. Clearly, he hadn't anticipated Yan Zhao finding a solution so quickly. Yan Zhao naturally wouldn't let this excellent opportunity slip by. He went with the flow, gathering all his Spiritual Energy into a single point, and then thrust it forward forcefully.

With a deafening "BOOM!", a powerful surge of Spiritual Energy, like a surging tide, charged directly towards the Mysterious Figure with overwhelming force. Where this Spiritual Energy impact passed, space itself seemed to tear apart, emitting crackling sounds.

Facing such a fierce offensive, the Mysterious Figure dared not be negligent. He quickly condensed all his Spiritual Energy, forming a massive Spiritual Energy sphere before him. This sphere was completely transparent, and the Spiritual Energy contained within was like a vast ocean, unfathomably deep.

When Yan Zhao's Spiritual Energy impact collided with the Mysterious Figure's Spiritual Energy sphere, a blinding light erupted between the two. This light was as dazzling as the sun, making it impossible to look directly at. After lasting for several seconds, the light gradually dissipated.

As the light faded, Yan Zhao focused his gaze. He saw the Mysterious Figure stagger back a few steps, surprise etched on his face. Clearly, Yan Zhao's attack had put considerable pressure on him.

"Interesting, but with just this much skill, it's far from enough to break the formation," the Mysterious Figure sneered. He quickly formed hand seals and chanted incantations.

As his incantations echoed, countless threads of Spiritual Energy, like a spiderweb, began to entwine Yan Zhao from all directions. These threads, though seemingly delicate, were incredibly tough. Once entangled, escape would be difficult.

Seeing this, Yan Zhao's figure flickered. He weaved through the threads like a phantom, his movements as swift as lightning, dazzling to behold. Simultaneously, he continuously formed hand seals, casting spell after spell, severing the threads that approached him.

However, these threads seemed endless, pouring in from all directions without cease. Although Yan Zhao could temporarily hold them off, his space to maneuver grew smaller and smaller as time passed, until he was completely trapped by the threads.

Yan Zhao took a deep breath, as if to draw all the air in the world into his lungs. Then, he slowly closed his eyes, adjusting his breathing, allowing the Spiritual Energy within him to surge like a rushing river.

Driven by his will, the Spiritual Energy coursed wildly within his body, forming a powerful vortex. This vortex was like a greedy black hole, sucking in the surrounding threads, instantly devouring them without a trace.

Seeing this, the Mysterious Figure's gaze grew even more solemn. He clearly hadn't expected Yan Zhao to break free from the threads so easily. However, he remained unfazed. He quickly formed hand seals and chanted incantations.

As his incantations sounded, several colossal Spiritual Energy Puppets suddenly emerged within the Illusion Array. These puppets towered several stories high, exuding heart-stopping Spiritual Energy fluctuations. They swung their massive fists, like moving mountains, smashing towards Yan Zhao with overwhelming force.

Facing such a ferocious assault, Yan Zhao showed no fear. His figure flickered, and he rushed towards the puppets like a phantom. In the brief moments of close combat with the puppets, he displayed astonishing agility and immense Spiritual Energy.

Every strike from Yan Zhao was like a thunderous blow. His fists whistled through the air, smashing fiercely against the puppets' hard bodies. Despite their immense size, the puppets could not withstand Yan Zhao's storm-like attacks and were shattered one after another.

Sensing the unfavorable turn of events, the Mysterious Figure was about to cast another spell when Yan Zhao seized the opportunity, darting towards the Rune Stone like lightning. He gathered all his Spiritual Energy into his hands and, like a burning meteor, struck the Rune Stone fiercely.

With a tremendous "CRASH!", the light on the Rune Stone abruptly extinguished, and the entire Illusion Array shattered completely. At the moment the Illusion Array broke, the Mysterious Figure let out a roar of unwillingness before gradually dissipating like smoke.

Yan Zhao let out a long sigh of relief, having finally succeeded in breaking the formation. He gazed at the broken Illusion Array before him, a sense of accomplishment he couldn't put into words surging within him. However, he also knew that more unknown secrets and challenges awaited him ahead.

The moment the Illusion Array shattered, it was as if the entire world trembled. The passage, previously hidden by the array, slowly revealed itself to Yan Zhao like a door leading to an unknown realm.

This passage was deep and mysterious, seemingly without end at first glance. A faint blue light permeated the passage, giving it a dreamlike, ethereal feel. Yan Zhao gazed at this blue light, a sense of awe rising in his heart.

He stepped forward cautiously, each step deliberate and measured. The stone walls on either side of the passage were as smooth as mirrors, covered in ancient Runes. These Runes had flowing lines, like the masterpieces of an artful master, yet the power they contained made one dare not underestimate them.

The Runes flickered with a faint light, like a beating heart, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura. Yan Zhao gazed at these Runes, as if he could hear them whispering tales of ancient times, secrets and legends forgotten by time.

The air within the passage was unusually heavy, Yan Zhao's breathing echoing within it, sounding exceptionally clear. His heartbeat gradually quickened, an inexplicable sense of tension rising in his chest. However, he did not retreat, but continued to walk forward resolutely, exploring this passage filled with the unknown.