A slanting wind drove fine rain across the land.
One hundred twenty-nine thousand six hundred sword beams of the Causality of Metal slashed into the Nine Heavens Myriad Transformations Thunderous Salvation Formation. Though countless thunder killing arrays built from the power of natural laws stood in their way, the beams passed through layer after layer as if through phantoms. Nothing could stop the golden threads from seeping into the formation.
"What kind of sword is that?"
Ten Thousand Thunders True Venerable was suddenly gripped by terror. A chill rose in his heart.
He had discovered that not one of those 129,600 golden-thread sword beams had gone astray. Every last one struck toward a node of the sect's guardian formation with uncanny precision, as though no veil concealed them.
If those sword beams landed, the vast formation—the work of more than a hundred thousand years of painstaking refinement by generations of sect ancestors—would collapse like a tower of blocks. It would turn to dust, powerless to resist.
This was a sword that broke formations to the utmost!
Every talisman for breaking seals or piercing boundaries paled beside this sword.
Formations had always been renowned throughout the cultivation world for their strength and their ability to overcome higher-ranked foes. Yet now this one seemed as fragile as an eggshell, liable to crumble at the flick of a finger—less resilient, even, than a lone late-stage Void Refining cultivator.
How does he know every formation node and every point needed to break it?
Is there a traitor inside the sect?
Impossible! In every generation, knowledge of the sect formation has passed by word of mouth to a single supreme elder. Even if one of our Void Refining cultivators were captured and had his soul searched, no outsider could learn it...
Ten Thousand Thunders True