Deep within Shi Yi's body, an invisible, profound Grand Array was slowly taking shape. Countless mysterious formation patterns lit up like stars, every stroke making the void tremble as traces of the Great Dao flickered around him-he actually intended to seize this opportunity to engrave the third stage of the Primordial Chaos Heaven-Refining Grand Formation completely into his body!
"Sss-"
The instant the final formation pattern was completed, a hair-raising sound of tearing suddenly came from Shi Yi's flesh. Dense cracks spread across his entire body like a spiderweb, pale golden divine blood gushing out like a spring. His whole body resembled a porcelain vessel on the verge of shattering.
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"Better than I expected..." Shi Yi's gaze remained as calm as still water. He had long anticipated that forcibly engraving the third stage of the Heaven-Refining Grand Array would cause his body to collapse. Having it merely crack rather than explode was already a tremendous stroke of luck. He formed seals with both hands, and the remaining thunder spirit liquid turned into countless lightning serpents that burrowed into his wounds. They intertwined with his surging divine power to form a net, forcibly holding his broken body together.
Gradually, the alarming cracks began to heal. His newly grown flesh gleamed like jade, and every reconstructed bone bore the imprint of lightning Dao patterns. When the final wound closed, Shi Yi slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. Dazzling divine light suddenly burst from his entire body-a sign that the primordial chaos formation was operating perfectly!
Shi Yi slowly opened his eyes, galaxies seeming to revolve within them. Feeling the surging power inside his body, he could not help sighing softly. "From first entering the Array Formation Realm to mastering its late stage-a height ordinary cultivators could scarcely reach even after exhausting their entire lives, yet I've traversed it in such a short time. In the Lower Realm, this cultivation would make me a king or marquis ruling a region!"
As he spoke, his expression suddenly grew solemn. "But in the Upper Realm, where heavenly prodigies emerge in droves, this cultivation is still far from enough." Before his words had faded, he had already sat down cross-legged, intending to reexamine his past cultivation from the higher vantage point his breakthrough had afforded him.
"Cultivation is like refining pills. A hair's breadth of error in the heat sends the medicinal properties a thousand miles astray." The path of cultivation was no different. Any flaw left behind in a realm was like a crack in a pill cauldron: the further one advanced, the harder it became to repair. Even if one could later cultivate those realms anew and complete them, the time and resources required would multiply.
Three figures landed on the scorched rocky ground. Black lightning exploded incessantly above their heads, only to be blocked by a silver curtain of light.
"Uncle," the younger White Ghost said, pointing at the scorched marks on the ground, "these claw marks were clearly left by Divine Fire Realm members of the Thunder Shadow Leopard Race. Judging by the destruction, they seem to have been hunting something..."
Venerable Bai Ling ran his fingertips over the lingering scorch marks on the rock wall and sneered. "Fool. These are traces of Divine Fire Realm cultivators resisting heavenly lightning." He waved the silver needle in his hand. "Had our ancestor not happened upon thunder tribulation divine iron and forged this treasure, we would already have been blasted into charcoal."
Suddenly, another White Ghost pointed excitedly at the mountainside. "Look! Isn't that cave the one marked on the Secret Map..." Before he could finish, greedy light erupted in all three pairs of eyes.
"Silence!" Bai Ling suddenly lowered his voice, his pale face looking even more sinister beneath the lightning's glare. "Though there are no living creatures in Thundercry Valley, still..." His nostrils twitched slightly, as though he had caught an unusual scent. "I keep feeling that inside this cave..."
Before his words had faded, a bolt of lightning ten times fiercer than the previous ones suddenly struck behind them, illuminating the faint purple glow deep within the cave. The three exchanged glances and quickened their steps in unison.
Shi Yi emerged from his cave dwelling with a grim expression. While examining his body internally, he had finally discovered the fatal hidden danger of the Primordial Chaos Heaven-Refining Formation-each completed stage of this extraordinary formation's refinement generated violent energy powerful enough to tear mountains apart. If his physical strength failed to keep pace with the formation's advancement...
"Bang!"
He suddenly slammed his fist into the rock wall, sending loose stones raining down. When he had first engraved the Heaven-Refining Formation into his flesh, he had never accounted for having to undergo more than ten life-and-death transformations. Now the formation patterns had fused with his body, as though he were raising a fierce beast inside himself that might turn on him at any moment.
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"A human? Where did you come from? Hurry up and kneel before us!" Excitement flashed through Bai Ling's eyes, and his voice suddenly rose.
Shi Yi slowly came back to himself, his gaze settling on the three strange creatures before him. They resembled wildcats, but were enormous, more than ten times the size of ordinary cats. Long, fluffy tails swayed behind them, their pointed ears stood erect, and their sharp claws gleamed coldly in the moonlight.
"Human, you dare look directly at a venerable?" another White Ghost demanded, baring his fangs, his voice thick with menace.
Already weighed down by frustration, Shi Yi's temper was thoroughly ignited by this arrogant attitude. A cold gleam flashed in his eyes. "Tired of living?"
The three White Ghosts clearly had not expected such a forceful response. Their pupils abruptly contracted, and their fur bristled. "Lowly human!" their leader roared. "In ancient times, you were nothing but food on our plates! If you weren't useful to us, we'd spill your blood right here!"
Shi Yi sneered, divine power already swirling around his fingertips. "Nothing but homeless curs imprisoned and raised in captivity, yet you think yourselves worthy of barking here?"
Shi Yi's words were like a sharp blade, stabbing viciously into their deepest wound. This was not merely the shame of the few White Ghosts before him, but a hidden scar shared by every living creature in the Cave-Dwelling World-their ancestors had been imprisoned here, unable to escape for all eternity. Generation after generation of descendants had given their all, yet remained trapped within this tiny patch of land, unable to break free of fate's shackles.
"You-are courting death!"
An Array Formation Realm White Ghost roared in fury, his body suddenly becoming a blur. His sharp claws tore through the air, silver-white lightning dancing at their tips as he lunged straight for Shi Yi's throat with chilling murderous intent!
"Spare his life!" Venerable Bai Ling shouted sharply, greed and wild delight flashing in his eyes. "This man must know how to enter and leave the Cave-Dwelling World! Capture him and bring him back to the clan! Hahaha... today, our ancestors' unfulfilled wish will finally be realized by our hands!"
The White Ghost Race had always been renowned for speed, but what truly made the other races wary was their eerie, unpredictable combat footwork. As they leaped, dodged, and darted about, they resembled ghosts and phantoms; ordinary cultivators could scarcely track their movements.
The White Ghost attacking now was the clan's most dazzling genius in nearly a century. The proud memories of his ancient ancestors flowed through his bloodline, leaving him utterly convinced of the Human Race's frailty. The lightning dancing along his claws proclaimed his absolute confidence. This strike would surely break the human's bones and snap his tendons!
"-Boom!"
The instant their palms met, the anticipated spray of flesh and blood failed to appear. The attacking White Ghost's pupils abruptly constricted. A blow carrying eighty percent of his strength had proved no more effective than an ant trying to shake a tree. The rebounding force transmitted through his palm made him feel as though he were facing an unrivaled demon lord.
This absurd impression shook him to his core, but his battle instincts made him adjust his stance instantly. As he unleashed his Treasure Art, lightning storms immediately ravaged the entire valley. Silver-white claw shadows ripped through the void, their sharp edges cutting solid mountain rock apart like tofu. The white figure flickered in and out of sight, moving so fast that he even left afterimages where he had stood.
Watching the battle, Venerable Bai Ling had initially been utterly confident. This was a prodigy their clan might encounter only once in a hundred years. Surely capturing a mere human would be as easy as reaching out a hand? Yet as the battle continued, the confidence in his eyes gradually turned into shock and doubt...
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