But he continued pressing forward. On a clear autumn night, the man finally completed the formation he had envisioned.
Designing a Profound Formation to serve a purpose was like creating a sword art to defeat an enemy. It was an act of absolute genius, impossible without both soaring, overflowing talent and seasoned, profound insight. Yet here, the fruit of that genius was merely a window through which to glimpse a miracle, a soft chime to awaken something sleeping.
Beneath the cold, boundless stars, the windless lake resembled a black jade mirror. Qu Zhu stood at its edge, with the tall, spacious, cold and silent woods behind him.
He traced array patterns across the lake's surface. Pei Ye watched this dreamlike scene as the man slowly bent down and lightly touched a tiny, cold-soaked star with his finger. All the reflected starlight stirred, each point linked to the others by winding threads.
Even among all the lofty mountains of the Formation Dao, the Starlight Formation was one of the most treacherous peaks to climb.
On this silent night more than twenty years ago, only two people were fortunate enough to witness this beauty.
When its connections were completed, the surroundings remained silent. Pei Ye instinctively glanced back at the motionless summit cliff far away, thinking nothing had happened.
But when he turned back, he saw a sight Meng Li would never have the chance to witness in his lifetime.
The [Buried Star Tomb], passed down for a thousand years, guarding an immortal's legacy-in its complete, undamaged form.
The "lake" occupied a quarter of the valley. A qing was a hundred mu, and it covered nine qing. Seven or eight little boats were moored along its banks. From childhood to adulthood, they had taken boats out to play every summer, with half