This grand formation is not only a protective formation, but also a spirit-gathering and refining formation, which can help the little golden crows better absorb the Solar Origin and solidify their foundation.
As the last array pattern fell, the entire array hummed and completely merged with the Solar Star, disappearing from sight.
Only Qing Huan and Di Jun and Tai Yi, who are the Solar Star, can clearly perceive its existence and power.
Di Jun probed the core of the formation with his Spiritual Sense and felt the incredibly stable and profound protective power. The last trace of worry in his heart vanished, replaced by boundless gratitude and admiration.
"Fellow Qing Huan, I am deeply grateful! This formation is incredibly profound. With the children here, Tai Yi and I can finally rest easy!"
Di Jun said sincerely.
Chang Xi carefully placed the ten little golden crows, who had finished eating the Wind Thunder Immortal Apricots and were somewhat drowsy, into the warm nest at the core of the Solar Star, which was protected by an array.
The little ones returned to this most natural environment, making comfortable purring sounds as they drifted off to sleep.
Looking at the ten little golden crows sleeping peacefully, Qing Huan felt at peace.
This action was not only to preserve his friendship with Di Jun and Tai Yi and save these innocent lives, but also, on a deeper level, to try to reverse the predetermined tragedy and see how much he could change the fate of this Primordial Wilderness world.
After settling the little golden crow, Qing Huan politely declined Di Jun and Tai Yi's earnest invitations to stay and left the Heavenly Court.
Standing in the void Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, looking back at the radiant Solar Star, then towards the direction of the Netherworld Sea of Blood, and finally sweeping across Buzhou Mountain, it was as if one could see Nuwa in seclusion, comprehending the workings of Creation.
"The seeds of spiritual treasures, Luck, preaching, breaking the deadlock... have all been sown."
Qing Huan murmured to himself, his eyes reflecting the brilliance and depth of the Primordial Wilderness starry river.
"Now, let's see how this chessboard evolves."
The vast and boundless Primordial Earth. At his level, mere arduous cultivation is no longer the true path. Experiencing the workings of heaven and earth and the birth and death of all things Great Dao mountains and rivers often triggers spiritual inspiration and allows one to glimpse the true meaning of the laws.
He concealed most of his aura, like an ordinary wandering Daoist priest, crossing the Buzhou Mountain, traversing the vast Four Seas, and strolling through the boundless forests and deserts.
I witnessed the ruggedness and piety of the Witch Tribe's sacrificial rites, the agility and cunning of the demon race as they absorbed the moonlight, and the struggles and reproduction of countless post-natal beings on this ancient land of the Primordial Wilderness.
The shadow of the calamity of heaven and earth did not seem to affect the daily lives of these creatures at the bottom of society, but their very existence was part of the calamity.
On this day, Qing Huan traveled to an inconspicuous, desolate mountain range on the southwestern edge of the Primordial Wilderness world.
The spiritual energy here is scarce, the rocks are rugged, and the vegetation is sparse. Compared with those Blessed Land, it can be described as extremely barren.
Let alone powerful cultivators, even spirits with a little intelligence would not want to stay here for long.
However, just as Qing Huan set foot on one of the most desolate mountain peaks,
The illusory image of the Innate Eight Trigrams Disk the eyebrows moved slightly, conveying a very subtle spatial ripple sensation.
"Um?"
Qing Huan stopped, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. With his current cultivation level and mastery of celestial arrays, spatial fluctuations that he could almost ignore were anything but ordinary.
Concentrating and calming his mind, his divine sense, like the most intricate net, meticulously scanned every inch of the surrounding space.
Finally, inside a seemingly ordinary, weathered boulder atop the mountain, they discovered a natural barrier that was almost integrated with the void.
This restriction was not man-made, but rather formed by the natural world. It utilizes the unique geological features and sparse spiritual energy of this place to create a wondrous disguise of "emptiness." Unless one has a profound understanding of the Space Law or possesses extraordinary treasures, one would have no way of detecting it.
"Interesting, it's a naturally blessed, secluded paradise." Qing Huan became interested.
Instead of forcibly breaking the restriction, he carefully comprehended the natural spatial principles contained within it, and wisps of spatial Daoist energy flowed from his fingertips, gently touching the invisible barrier like a key.
"Buzz--"
With a barely perceptible hum, the scene on the surface of the boulder rippled like water, revealing a deep cave entrance just wide enough for one person to pass through. Pure and ancient Innate Spiritual Qi emanated from it, not overwhelming, but carrying a unique ethereal charm.
Qing Huan stepped inside, the scene before him suddenly opened up.
The cave was not the dazzling, treasure-filled place one might imagine, but rather a quiet and secluded little world.
The sky was a soft, chaotic color, casting a hazy, clear light. Beneath our feet lay soft, spiritual soil, with a few strangely shaped Innate Spiritual Root scattered about, breathing in and out spiritual energy.
His gaze swept across the area and he recognized the spiritual roots: a "Calming Heart Bamboo" that exuded a calming aura, a cluster of "Moon Shadow Moss" that could gather the essence of the moon, and a "Green Jade Fruit" tree that was not tall but had gnarled branches and bore several fruits containing the essence of the Yi Wood element.
They were all of medium to low grade Innate Spiritual Root, which would be rare for ordinary Golden Immortal and Taiyi Immortals, but for someone of Qing Huan's stature, they were hardly a surprise.
"It seems that the original owner of this place was not known for collecting magical treasures."
Qing Huan nodded slightly, not disappointed.
At his level, the improvement that external objects can bring is already limited; rather, the naturally formed hidden space itself is more worthy of exploration.
Strolling leisurely through this blessed land, I carefully explored every inch of space with my divine sense.
Suddenly, I felt that spatial fluctuation once again, which was more subtle yet more refined and profound than the one at the entrance.
This fluctuation did not originate from those spiritual roots, but rather from the deepest part of the blessed land, from that seemingly solid stone wall.
"Is there more to Universe?"
Qing Huan walked to the stone wall, stretched out his palm, and gently pressed it against the cold rock.
This time, he unleashed his understanding of the Space Law without reservation, and the Daoist aura around him resonated with the profound spatial structure inside the stone wall.
In an instant, the stone wall ceased to be a stone wall; in his "eyes," it transformed into countless layers of twisted and folded spatial membranes, far more complex than the natural barrier outside.
This was not formed naturally, but rather by a person with great supernatural powers who used supreme Space Law to create a hidden space here that was attached to the blessed land, yet independent of it!
A glint of light flashed in Qing Huan's eyes. Without further hesitation, his figure transformed into a faint stream of light, following the gaps in the spatial structure, and silently merged into it like a fish entering water.
Passing through a thin spatial barrier, the scene before my eyes suddenly changed.
There is no longer a sky or earth here, but an endless chaotic void, without any distinction between up, down, left, or right.
In the void, a dense, almost tangible, silvery-white mist permeated the air—a manifestation of the purest and most extreme Space Law!
Invisible spatial veins, like the roots of a giant tree, spread throughout the void, sometimes calm as a mirror, sometimes twisted and folded, sometimes broken and reassembled, demonstrating the infinite mysteries of the Way of Space.
At the core of this Space Law, Qing Huan's gaze was instantly drawn to something.
It was a willow branch, about three feet long, withered and grayish-white, silently suspended in the center of the void.
It appears lifeless and withered, yet it is naturally engraved with countless fine and intricate silver patterns, far surpassing the Innate Dao Patterns. These patterns seem to be the embodiment of the concept of "space" itself.
Simply gazing at it is as if one can witness the birth, death, and changes of all the heavens and myriad worlds and the boundless void.
Strands of incredibly pure spatial primordial power were slowly emanating from this willow branch, maintaining the stability and mystery of this hidden space.
Qing Huan's pupils contracted slightly, a surge of emotion welling up within him. "Hollow Willow branches!"