Observing Su Qingluan setting up the formation carefully, Jiang Chen slowly formed spiritual seals in his hands.

He had already practiced using his body as a formation, so condensing spiritual seals was quite simple for him. However, using spiritual seals to outline a formation diagram and then setting it up was not that straightforward!

In this canyon, everyone stayed for half a month. During this time, when the number of necro spirits in the canyon reduced to a thousand, Su Qingluan stopped intervening, leaving Jiang Chen to practice setting up formations to kill them.

To infuse the power of the Great Dao into his spiritual seals and set up a spirit array with Great Dao attacks, Jiang Chen struggled significantly. Because to train the spirit array, Su Qingluan ordered that Jiang Chen was not allowed to use spiritual power or the power of the Great Dao to attack the necro spirits; he could only face them head-on and quickly condense spiritual seals and set up formations.

During this period, Jiang Chen was chased by necro spirits throughout the canyon every day, while Yan Hu and others watched the spectacle from the defensive great formation set by Su Qingluan.

"Haha, this guy, finally we see him looking so disheveled!"

"Hehe, Brother Jiang is so pathetic!"

"How can you laugh at someone pitiful?"

"It’s funny because he’s pitiful!"

"Haha..."

Amidst everyone’s laughter, Jiang Chen’s speed in condensing spiritual seals grew faster and faster.

"Five Elements Emperor Slaying Formation!"

Half a month later, a loud voice echoed in the canyon.

Whish, whish, whish!

The five-colored Great Path divine light appeared out of thin air, enveloping a group of necro spirits that Jiang Chen had deliberately lured together. Subsequently, the five-colored divine light converged into a five-colored longsword, slashing down fiercely!

"This guy’s talent in formation path is probably stronger than mine. If it weren’t for his strength being so far below mine, he might already be able to set up all the spirit arrays I can."

Watching the massive sword shadow explosively cutting through a large area of necro spirits, Su Qingluan sighed.

"How is this possible?"

Liu Mei looked at Su Qingluan in surprise. She knew Su Qingluan’s bottom line, as she came from the family of formation path geniuses. How could Jiang Chen’s talent surpass hers?

"If not, why else would I have expectations for him? If he were only like me, why would I anticipate his performance?"

Su Qingluan smiled slightly, looking up at Jiang Chen who was putting away the necro sphere and leaping towards them.

"Elder Su, I hope I didn’t embarrass you?"

Jiang Chen smiled as he spoke, wiping some sweat from his forehead with his hand.

A cultivator at the peak of the Divine Infant Realm showing signs of fatigue and sweating; this was a testament to what Jiang Chen experienced in these past half-months as he continually engaged in setting up formations, escaping, recovering spiritual power, and repeating the cycle without rest.

Su Qingluan smiled slightly, giving Jiang Chen an appreciative look.

"Brother Jiang, let’s take a rest and then leave. Next, we should explore some relics."

Jin Wenhao laughed lightly as he spoke.

"Alright!"

A quarter of an hour later, Jiang Chen and the others left the canyon, leaping towards a relic.

...

"Is it finally about to come forth?"

"The formation’s fluctuation is getting weaker. At this rate, in a day’s time, it will drop to the power level of the Unity Realm Stage formation. Then, the array masters gathered by those powerful forces can start breaking the formation!"

"Finally, it’s about to come forth. We’ve been waiting for him for half a year now!"

"It’s a shame, if it had appeared a month earlier, the people from the Eight Villages wouldn’t have time to come and compete for the Saint’s relic!"

"Indeed, at that time the people from the three sects wouldn’t have the time to get involved either!"

In the center position of the Central Region, outside a large formation that covered hundreds of miles, a group of cultivators who came from various places whispered among themselves, some looking regretfully at the few groups positioned at the forefront outside the formation.

At this moment, in the foremost position of the formation, there were more than a dozen groups sitting dotting the landscape, clearly separated. These were the top forces from the Eastern Region and people from the Eight Villages who had just concluded their battles.

However, in the central position among these people, there was a small group of five sitting at Panxi.

This small group had the fewest people, but no one dared to underestimate them. They exuded distinguished aura merely by sitting cross-legged, conveying a noble presence.

In the center of the five was a young woman, her face cold and aloof. Her stunning looks were expressionless, giving off a feeling of distancing outsiders a thousand miles away as she sat quietly with eyes closed, cultivating.

To the left of the young woman was an older man with a languid expression, watching the formation from afar, filled with reminiscence and sorrow, emotions that had persisted for several days.

To the right of the woman was a steadfast-looking young man who occasionally glanced at her but quickly turned his eyes away.

These three were Cheng Huang’er, Yuan Chong, and Elder Feng, who had returned.

On each side of these three, there stood a youth.

Beside Yuan Chong was a proud-looking young man in brocade clothing. A trace of dissatisfaction could be seen between the youth’s brows, clearly harboring some anger.

Beside Elder Feng was a young man dressed in black fighting attire, exuding a chilling evil Qi, with an unusually stern face and eyes that occasionally flashed sharp glints.

It was their appearance that hastened the conclusion of the Eight Villages’ battles, and it was also because of them that the three sects’ people could continue exploring the Saint’s relic.

"That Jiang Chen really has quite the arrogance, making us wait here for several days!"

The brocade-clad youth seemed to be losing patience, speaking with eyes burning in anger.

"Did you notify him?"

Cheng Huang’er spoke calmly with her eyes closed.

The youth hesitated slightly, then spoke confidently, "Little Princess, since he knows we came to handle this matter, he should be ready for our arrival at any time!"

"He handed the Nether Kui Snake’s primordial spirit avatar to Pang Guang, proving that he doesn’t intend to use this matter as a way of gaining a reward. Why should he wait for our arrival?"

Cheng Huang’er opened her eyes, turning to look at the brocade-clad youth, "Tang Jie, don’t think that just because you’re with the Canglan Army, everyone needs to flatter you. The Canglan Army also recruits strong individuals from the outside world. No one is born noble; even my father ascended from humble beginnings step by step."

Tang Jie paused, eyes filled with disbelief, and asked with puzzled expression, "Lit, Little Princess, what’s wrong with you?"

Elder Feng and several others also looked at Cheng Huang’er, all with expressions of curiosity and wonder.

"Nothing’s wrong; I just suddenly find myself pondering some things that guy once said these past few days, and what I said just now was precisely what I comprehended from his words."

Cheng Huang’er spoke with a complex expression.

"Comprehended from Jiang Chen’s words?"

Elder Feng’s eyes flashed with surprise, a hint of admiration surfacing in the depths.