Blood Rain

As time went by, Mu An's presence gradually diminished.

In the first year, some of the higher-ups in the Immortal Sect would come to visit from time to time.

Although they all knew that Mu An could offer less and less help to the Cultivation Realm, they still held onto a sliver of hope.

Hopefully, this former master of formations can bring us another surprise.

But as it turns out, Mu An really has gotten old.

Each time they arrived, they could only see Mu An enjoying his retirement in this desolate mountain.

Their sense of anticipation gradually faded.

And they understood that this ordinary person who had dedicated his entire life to the Cultivation Realm had finally reached the end of his life.

In order not to disturb this powerful yet frail old man.

The number of times powerful figures from the Cultivation Realm have come to visit has also decreased.

Even by the fifth year, the sect leader of the immortal sect to which Mu An belonged no longer came.

He would only occasionally send disciples to check on Mu An's condition and fulfill all his needs.

No matter how high one's status or how strong one's abilities, if one can no longer provide value to others...

And it will eventually be forgotten.

Ten years later, the entire Cultivation Realm seemed to have forgotten this array master, and even his sect was no exception.

He was only mentioned occasionally in casual conversations over tea or meals.

But in the end, all I can say is with a slight regret:

"That master must be gone by now, right?"

The sect leader of the immortal sect also happened to think of this old man one day ten years later.

But when he descended to the back of the mountain, he found nothing.

Traces of Mu An's past life are still completely preserved there.

But the person had already disappeared.

The sect leader searched the entire immortal sect with his Divine Sense, but could not find Mu An's figure.

Even if this old man were still alive, he would be ninety years old.

Therefore, the only option was to announce to the public that the old man had passed away.

Mu An's funeral was held in a very grand manner.

All the bigwigs in the Cultivation Realm attended, expressing their final respect for this master of formations.

Since Mu An's remains could not be found, they had no choice but to erect a cenotaph for him on the back mountain so that future generations could pay their respects.

However, no one noticed.

On the day of the cenotaph, an incongruous young man appeared at the funeral.

Those present were all top-tier Cultivation Realm, some at the Tribulation Transcendence and others at the Mahayana.

Even those at the Spirit Transformation Body Integration or those at the Fusion stage are not qualified to enter.

But this young man strolled casually among the group of bigwigs.

What's even more incomprehensible is that these bigwigs seem completely unaware of this young man's existence.

The young man listened to the group of bigwigs discussing the former master of formations, his expression quite strange.

There is relief, there is nostalgia, there is regret, and there are so many things that are hard to understand.

Only after the funeral was over and the cenotaph was laid to rest did the young man slowly leave, as if he had never been there.

Mu An's appearance truly brought hope to the entire Cultivation Realm.

But with his passing, that hope was slowly eroded by time.

The fear of the Demon Race's imminent arrival weighed heavily on the entire Cultivation Realm, making it hard to breathe.

No one knows when this fear will appear.

Is it a day? A year? A hundred years? Or a thousand years?

Known fears are not scary; unknown fears are the most terrifying!

It's like a terminal illness!

Not knowing how much longer I have to live, I can only worry every day, living in fear that death may come at any moment.

But once the doctor told him he only had three months to live...

Although patients still fall into endless fear and despair.

But eventually, everything will settle into a mundane routine.

When death truly arrives, it will only be like an old friend to them!

If there really is such a thing as the "Soup of Oblivion," then its name must be Time.

Time can erase all memories, good or bad.

A hundred years later, the name Mu An was almost forgotten by the entire Cultivation Realm.

Perhaps he still holds a place in the depths of the old man's memory, but he will never be mentioned again.

As for newcomers, they could only occasionally see Mu An's name in past historical records.

Even when people use that combined attack formation, they no longer mention Mu An.

It's just that this was the masterpiece of a certain array master.

It's unbelievable that this former master of formations was just an ordinary person who couldn't even cultivate.

Five hundred years later, hordes of Demon Race gathered outside the Cage Galaxy.

Their eyes gleamed with a longing for food.

Millions of years of cultivation had left them feeling an intense thirst for knowledge.

They need fresh flesh, sweet blood, and delicious humans to fill the discomfort in their stomachs.

Without warning or any prior indication, the arrival of the Demon Race was completely sudden.

Just as Yi Xuan had witnessed firsthand.

A colossal body suddenly descended, and the human city that had existed for countless years rose directly from the ground.

The people in the city were compressed together before they could even react.

Ultimately, they became meatballs in the claws of the Demon Race.

This scene is playing out simultaneously on tens of thousands of planets in the Cage Galaxy.

Although the cultivators were alert enough, by the time they organized an effective attack, the massacre by the Demon Race had already begun.

Countless Human Clan have become part of them.

What's even more despairing is that their attacks are less effective against the Demon Race than a tickle.

In the eyes of the Demon Race, humans are nothing but insects.

As for cultivators!

They're just big bugs!

Their attacks were laughable in the eyes of the Demon Race.

It's like a fly that goes to great lengths to attack humans; disgusting people is the limit of what they can do.

However, the planet where Mu An lives is somewhat different.

Mu An's combined attack formation really worked!

For the Demon Race that arrived earlier, the combined attack formation unleashed unimaginable power.

How could those Demon Race, who were only at the Earth Immortal level, withstand an attack from Heavenly Immortal?

They were wiped out in almost no time.

Unfortunately, the combined attack formation's effect is limited to this.

Heavenly Immortal or even stronger Demon Race descend, the formation becomes useless.

The cultivators could only await death with faces filled with despair.

The massive city began to tremble, and countless cultivators, under the control of the Demon Race, flew into the air.

According to past records, they will eventually be condensed into flesh and blood balls, and then mercilessly devoured by the Demon Race.

Nothing has changed!

"Boom!"

Just as everyone was despairing and waiting to die, the ground suddenly began to shake violently.

Soon, one after another, square boxes tens of thousands of meters tall emerged from the ground.

The box was opened, and what appeared before the Human Clan and Demon Race were rows of sharply defined steel armor!

The Human Clan were stunned!

The Demon Race was also stunned!

But these armored warriors didn't freeze; instead, they raised the massive guns at their waists and pulled the triggers, aiming at the Demon Race.

Blood suddenly rained down on the entire world!

The cultivator in mid-air regained control of his body at that moment.

They tilted their heads back to receive the blood rain that soaked their bodies, yet a strange blush appeared on their faces.