Demon Sword Sect's Undercover-Chapter 775 - 774: The End-of-Year Kill 05

In the Flower Shop’s Stone Formation, the place grew increasingly lively.

By now, every person had realized who their true opponent was—it wasn’t each other but rather the peculiar and mysterious Five Elements environment here. They wondered if something had happened at this site thousands, if not tens of thousands, of years ago?

It wasn’t after the revival of spiritual intelligence on Jinxiu Continent, but before!

Such a place should have become one of the many secret cultivation sites of the Continent, yet unbelievably, it had turned into a city, hidden within the bustling town and never discovered. That was quite extraordinary.

It also spoke to its remarkable ability to conceal itself.

The four of them within were like four leaves caught in a tempest, helpless and powerless to do anything... Their capabilities amounted to nothing here, as insignificant as fireflies compared to the sun and moon, impossible to even consider alongside.

Now the four of them, with three occasionally trapped within, were utterly bewildered by the bizarre situation, while the instigator himself had completely lost control because he had opened a door that was beyond his ability to handle.

Why this was happening was unclear to anyone. A series of coincidences, random happenstances, and accidents caused a unique mystical resonance that had not occurred for thousands of years to reoccur. It was an event of the ancient history that was exceedingly rare.

Hou Niao was the main instigator, but he was now a victim as well!

He had successfully triggered the mystery behind this courtyard but had no power to stop it.

There had been signs earlier on. He had long noticed the extreme chaos of the Five Elements Power here and only thought about how to gain some benefits from this chaos. He never considered that he might fall victim to it.

He had spent ten years digging a hole for himself, and now that the hole was completed, he couldn’t climb out anymore.

He should have stopped when he had the chance, but he chose to persevere. Now it seemed that persistence wasn’t always beneficial. For example, the sudden changes that occurred when he encountered the three assassins.

The situation became somewhat clearer. What he had been meddling with was initially under control, but the intrusion of the three people had disrupted some balance. Considering that their strength at their respective cultivation realms could not possibly affect the Stone Formation’s strangeness, there was only one possible explanation:

The form of life energy.

The appearance of four life energy forms caused this place to couple with an epoch and an event of the remote past... As for the epoch, the event, the characters involved, that was all shrouded in mystery. History did not record such ancient affairs.

He understood this, and so did the other three Golden Core Upper Cultivators with higher realms and broader experiences.

"We need another cultivator; with one more person, this array will break!" Cheng Qianli shouted. freeweɓnøvel~com

Zhang Han Cheng roared, "Why hasn’t Tang Yan arrived? Is he just here to watch the show?"

The only Daoist remained silent. As brothers of the same sect, he could guess why; his junior brother had started to become paranoid again. If he wasn’t here now, he likely wouldn’t come later, thinking over things only for the worse, suspicion breeding demons.

"Could there be some other issue? Or has someone from the Heavenly Heart Pavilion come because of the commotion here?"

Cheng Qianli cursed, "Are you trying to fool a ghost? Did we notice any disturbance when we came in from the outside? He’s just chickened out, hasn’t he? The only thing I regret is cooperating with you cowards!"

They argued, but they all understood that Tang Yan probably couldn’t make it. Why were four people the key to activating the Stone Formation’s Array? This question was unanswerable. Mystery, by definition, is composed of these strange and inexplicable factors, often bordering on the ridiculous.

They couldn’t leave, and no one from the outside would come in for a while. How to escape this perilous place depended entirely on themselves.

Where was the way out? They had a vague clue.

There were faintly four auras in the ancient formation, hazy and sometimes just a mass of disordered energy, but at times they could morph into certain shapes, recognizable upon close scrutiny.

One aura took the form of a high-crowned Daoist, another frequently shifted into a monk, a third was a bizarre three-legged bird, and the last was the hardest to discern, swaying like a flower or grass...

It was evident that these figures were the very participants from the event that happened here thousands of years ago—a monk, a Daoist, a bird, and a plant. As for what happened between them and why their incident could be vividly manifested after so many years, there was no time to pursue the truth behind it, nor a way to trace it back.

These four auras were also desperately trying to break free, and it seemed they had a much higher chance of success than the four of them—certainly much more reliable.

Cultivators are clever and know how to leverage forces to their advantage. Cheng Qianli reacted the fastest and most impetuously, fusing his consciousness with the monk’s aura as if becoming one with it. Simultaneously, an energy he had never imagined flooded his entire body. The power was not describable by the Golden Core Realm or even the realm of Nascent Transformation Masters. It was far above, many levels higher...

It was Immortal!

Although he was a secret agent of Prince Manor, he originated from the Buddhist Sect, so this aura suited him well.

Zhang Han Cheng followed suit. If there had been a Sword Cultivator amongst the three auras, he would have undoubtedly picked that one. But as there was none, and he loathed the Daoist Sect deeply, he chose the three-legged creature. After being expelled from his sect, he cultivated the second Daoist lineage, the Beast Taming Dao, which was somewhat relevant.

Seeing the two Prince Manor cultivators take action, the Daoist couldn’t show weakness. In fact, he had no better alternatives.

Of course, he would choose the high-crowned feathered gentleman—the root of the Daoist Sect.

Nearly simultaneously, the three men merged their consciousness with the three auras, all feeling what it was like to be Immortals. They began to understand the true sensation of wielding the power to govern the living Universe, to share longevity with heaven and earth.

At the same time, a vast tide of consciousness rushed toward the three, including Divine Technique Secret Skills, the stages of cultivation realms, cultivation history, changes of epochs, stars of the Universe, cycles of the Great Dao, the Underworld, the Thirty-Six Heavens... Countless things flooded into their consciousness, instantly overwhelming their Sea of Consciousness.

Only Hou Niao was left with the last choice. He had to choose because if he didn’t, he would be devoured by the three assassins. To save his own life, he could only opt for that small plant, which he regarded as the sprout of a miraculous orchid.

Because it was just a sprout, it knew nothing. The divine sensation felt by the other three was absent for him, and all he sensed was an invigorating eagerness to break through the soil.

Someone else might have used this transformative feeling to advance to a higher realm, but not him; he just cultivated orchids.

Meanwhile, in his Purple Mansion, a Sword Seed was silently planted.