Chen Yan entered the residence Qiming Village had prepared for him.
The earthen walls were mottled and crumbling, and the edges of the shabby white paper pasted over them had yellowed.
Light leaked through the roof, and the wooden beams were blackened with age and hollowed out by insects.
Mu Yanwan followed him inside. Looking at the utterly ramshackle house, she furrowed her brow.
"Peng Linjun has some nerve, preparing such a shabby room for Venerable Sir."
With that, Mu Yanwan was about to go out and confront Peng Linjun.
Chen Yan waved a hand.
"No need."
As Formation Pivot Envoy, Chen Yan ought to have immediately guided everyone in Qiming Village to prepare their defenses against the Minor Tide.
It was only natural that Peng Linjun would be unhappy to see Chen Yan head straight to his room to rest instead of getting to work.
After studying the [Annihilation] Formation for so long, Chen Yan was no longer as he had been at the beginning.
Upon entering a village-level Pure Land again, Chen Yan could clearly sense the formation link between it and the town-level Pure Land.
Even with the Malice Sea between them, once the divine formation within the town-level Pure Land was activated,
a Formation Pivot Envoy could draw some of the [Annihilation] Formation's power into the village-level Pure Land where he stood simply by deploying its supporting formation.
Moreover, relying on this invisible pull of the formation,
all the Pure Lands were actually migrating ceaselessly in a certain direction.
Even the settlements where the Law Enforcers lived were included.
Chen Yan sighed inwardly.
The Lord of Formations was truly remarkable.
With the strength of a single person, he had managed to protect the entire Blood-tainted Human Race in the Evil Realm.
Perhaps his strength even surpassed