"Ah, fellow Daoists, do not misunderstand. This formation may be called a formation, but it is not that formation. After all, I have never harmed a single life, so how could it bear the name of a killing formation? I merely made a few alterations to the Heaven-Drying Sound-Net Grand Formation."
Though King Who Upholds the Nation spoke politely, he could not hide the pride between his brows.
The Five Plague Envoys all felt their hearts tighten.
It was not that they were making a fuss over nothing. The might of this formation was genuinely enough to make one shudder.
Legend had it that during the ancient great war, the Heaven-Drying Sound-Net Grand Formation had trapped and slaughtered countless mighty cultivators.
Anyone who entered the formation would have their mana strangled and their divine sense sealed.
More fatal still, not the slightest sound could be made within the formation.
The instant even the faintest noise escaped, it would trigger the formation's restrictions.
Heavenly fire burned the body, baleful winds scraped the bones, black water corroded the soul, and divine lightning shattered the spirit.
No matter what profound method one cultivated, both body and soul would turn to ash in an instant. It was terrifying beyond measure.
Naturally, such a vicious formation could not possibly have been created by a single guardian deity.
Legend had it that the formation had been created by an ancient ancestral shaman skilled in the rhythms of the qin.
Given his origins, it was not impossible for the Eastern King Who Upholds the Nation, who held the Jade Pipa, to have grasped a few superficial traces from it and opened another path to create a new formation.
"I was wondering what ancient killing formation it was. After all that fuss, it turns out to be a