Ten Sacks

At that time, Lin Xiao was quite interested in the combination of talismans and formations, so he sincerely asked Liu Chun for advice. Liu Chun also taught him his own recipe for the Source-Tracing Talisman Array without reservation.

Nevertheless, Lin Xiao couldn't find a way in at first.

Fortunately, he had good aptitude and a decent sensitivity to talismans and formations. Moreover, he had been studying the basic guide to talismans and formations provided by the system.

With the help of his diligent practice during that period, he finally managed to get a basic understanding of the Source-Tracing Talisman Array.

Basically, it can accurately find the item three or four times out of ten.

Of the remaining six or seven times, there were several instances where the position and direction differed significantly.

On several occasions, however, the opposite was true.

But Liu Chun praised him at the time, saying that this was already considered a very high level of talent.

He told Lin Xiao that most talisman masters would need decades of experience to master even a basic Talisman Array perfectly.

Someone like Lin Xiao, who has never seriously studied talismans, can master half of them by working hard in his spare time. If word of this were to spread in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, he would be hunted down by a small group of extremely jealous people.

This is also the source of Lin Xiao's confidence that he could help.

Of course, although everyone ultimately proposed sending Fang Tuantuan to investigate, they still had to ask for her opinion.

Sun Yigao immediately got up and went out, bringing in Fang Tuantuan, who was sunbathing and sleeping outside the sect's main hall, and told it the gist of the matter.

Recently, Fang Tuantuan has been receiving a lot of medical and pharmacological knowledge from her master every day, which has made her very curious.

It just hasn't tried yet.

Hearing that it now had an opportunity to put its knowledge into practice, it nodded happily.

And it's grown so big, yet it's never been anywhere else.

Once the attendees were confirmed, the small meeting adjourned.

Human life was at stake, so Lin Xiao didn't delay and took Fang Tuantuan to Huanyou Nation that very day.

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Within the territory of Huanyou Nation.

In the desolate mountains and forests, there is a huge lake.

The lake shimmered and was crystal clear, surrounded by towering mountains and overlapping peaks, creating a harmonious natural landscape.

However, if one observes closely, one will notice that the birds that occasionally fly out of the mountains and forests do not skim over the lake after approaching it.

They all disappeared without anyone noticing.

After some time, it will suddenly reappear in other directions around the lake.

Just then, a loud 'thud' came from the bushes in the distance, like the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

"Grand Preceptor, can we really summon the avatar of the Annihilation Immortal using these ten women?" The King of Huanyou Nation, who should now be called the former King, asked the Grand Preceptor beside him, looking at the ten tightly bound sacks on the ground.

The former king was no longer dressed in his former splendor; his sleeves were ripped, his face was covered in mud, and his demeanor was no longer that of someone who had lived a life of luxury and arrogance.

The Imperial Advisor ignored him, only slightly furrowing his brow as he observed the lake ahead.

The two were accompanied by about a dozen other cultivators who had escaped from the Alliance Army with them, including members of the royal family and members of sects.

One of the short, stout Foundation Establishment cultivators, who had been sent by the former king to serve the imperial advisor, spoke with a hint of disdain:

"Your Majesty, what a question! Your life was saved by the Grand Preceptor. What the Grand Preceptor says can be accomplished, will naturally be accomplished. Why should Your Majesty bother him with unnecessary words?"

Upon hearing this, the former king glanced at the clan cultivator who had been trained by the royal family and muttered to himself, "A petty person who has gained power," but said nothing more.

After all, apart from the ten sacks lying on the ground, he had the lowest cultivation level.

He was able to escape thanks to how shamelessly he clung to the Imperial Advisor's leg in the palace.

The cultivators standing to the side looked at this king, who was a complete burden to them, and each had their own doubts.

One of the tall, thin cultivators transmitted his voice to the short, stout cultivator who had offended the king:

Why did the Imperial Advisor bring him along?

The short, stout monk replied:

"Exactly! With such low cultivation, carrying him along slowed us down considerably, and we almost got found by the Alliance Army."

"What does he have besides the title of king? Now that the dynasty has fallen, what use is his title?"

"Sigh, who knows? Never mind, the Grand Preceptor has his reasons."

The people behind them had their own thoughts, but the Grand Preceptor in front paid no attention to them.

Looking at the vast lake ahead, his pale, calm face remained completely still.

A monk dressed as a guard standing beside him asked him in a low voice:

"Grand Preceptor, we came to see this Execution Stone Mine when the accident happened, but without exception, none of the people who went in to explore came out. You said back then that when the time came, the Annihilation Immortal would guide us, but now..."

The Imperial Advisor glanced at the man indifferently, then conjured a black stone sculpture the size of a head out of thin air, held it to his chest, and spoke in a detached tone:

"Now, the time has come."

After speaking, he placed the black stone sculpture on the ground, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, raised his hands to Hand Seals, and began to chant something softly and quickly towards the black stone sculpture.

The sound reached the ears of the surrounding cultivators, who all possessed excellent hearing, yet none of them could clearly discern the specific content.

If they try to concentrate and carefully discern the nuances of the sounds, they will feel a wave of dizziness, forcing them to stop eavesdropping.

Then everyone saw a black beam of energy suddenly shoot out from a certain spot in the lake and connect directly to the black stone sculpture.

They then noticed that the black stone sculpture on the ground was enveloped in a halo of light.

It was a black halo that made people feel as if they were drawn into a daze just by looking at it.

It stands out starkly from its vibrant natural surroundings.

The cultivators involuntarily turned their gazes away.

Only the Imperial Preceptor, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, opened his eyes and stared at the black stone sculpture. His face remained expressionless, but his gaze was almost obsessive.

However, because he had his back to everyone, the cultivators behind him did not see his expression.

It took the Imperial Preceptor quite a while to reluctantly break free from that state of fascination.

He stood up, without turning around, seemingly talking to himself yet also as if telling everyone:

"Annihilation Immortal has come to pick us up."

As soon as the words were spoken, a dark array centered on a black stone sculpture lit up beneath the feet of this group of people.

The formation wasn't large; it just barely encompassed the dozen or so cultivators and the ten sacks on the ground.