112: Undead Monster Formation Overview

Boom—!

A deafening roar.

The thick light screen, which sealed the cave and was formed by the convergence of countless Restriction powers, ultimately failed to withstand the furious attack of a Late Golden Core Stage Cultivator burning his Origin.

Spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread across the light screen.

Finally, with a mournful groan of unbearable pressure, it completely shattered.

Countless specks of light scattered like fireflies.

A figure, covered in blood and disheveled, stumbled out of the destructive energy storm.

It was the Elder of Vulture Sect.

At this moment, he no longer possessed any of his previous dignified demeanor.

His Dao robe had long since turned into tattered rags, and his entire body was covered in terrifying, bone-deep wounds from being cut, burned, and corroded by various Restriction energies.

His aura was extremely weak, like a flickering candle in the wind.

However, his eyes, which should have been cloudy, now burned with a nearly crazed, blood-red flame.

He stared intently ahead.

There, Lin Gou and Su Meier stood side by side.

They were completely unharmed.

Not even a wrinkle on their clothes.

This formed the most glaring and absurd contrast to his own miserable state.

The Elder of Vulture Sect's body began to tremble uncontrollably.

That was not due to pain, nor was it due to fear.

Instead, it was the ultimate collapse after his lifelong cultivation and century-old Dao Heart were completely overturned and mercilessly crushed at this moment.

He saw it.

While trapped in that death furnace, he saw everything outside clearly.

He saw this young man, like the true master of this Immortal Cave, strolling leisurely and commanding the world.

He saw those terrifying killing Formations, powerful enough to blast him to smithereens, become as docile as household pets before this young man.

He saw that beautiful demoness, standing quietly beside the young man, gazing at him with eyes mixed with shock, obsession, and adoration.

How could such a person exist in this world?

How could such a thing happen in this world?

"Monster!"

A hoarse roar, almost inhuman, squeezed out from the depths of the Elder of Vulture Sect's throat.

He extended a trembling finger, pointing at Lin Gou, his face twisted by pain and madness, filled with an incomprehensible despair.

"You... are you a human or a ghost?!"

Su Meier's delicate brows furrowed slightly, and her demonic power gathered again, preparing to deal with the old man's desperate last stand.

Lin Gou, however, merely raised a hand, signaling her to remain calm.

There was no expression on his face, neither the triumph of a victor nor the pity for a madman.

His gaze was as calm as an ancient well that had existed for ten thousand years, without a ripple.

This extreme calmness, in itself, was the most thorough contempt for the Elder of Vulture Sect's monstrous madness.

Lin Gou did not make a move.

He didn't even shift his feet an inch.

He merely slowly raised a finger, making a casual gesture, and pointed at the blood-stained ground beneath the Elder of Vulture Sect's feet.

"What you're stepping on is the 'Inverted Gravity Rune'."

His voice was equally calm, devoid of any emotion, as if stating a fact completely unrelated to himself.

"Its activation command just happens to be the two words 'monster'."

"From the moment you shouted those two words until now, you've been standing on it for a full ten breaths."

As soon as his voice fell.

The Elder of Vulture Sect's crazed face suddenly froze.

He instinctively looked down.

He saw circles of intricate and profound dark-red runes glowing on the bluestone ground beneath his feet, appearing at some unknown time.

An irresistible, terrifying force of inverted and disordered gravity instantly erupted from the center of the runes!

"No—!"

The Elder only managed to let out a short, extremely terrified shriek.

The next instant.

His body was violently and illogically yanked from the ground by that immense force, like a casually discarded stone, and at a terrifying speed, it slammed directly into the cave ceiling dozens of feet high!

Bang!

A dull, teeth-grinding sound of flesh and bone colliding.

The rock of the cave ceiling was dented into a deep, human-shaped impression.

However, this was merely the beginning.

Before the inverted gravity dissipated, another equally immense and positive force of gravity materialized out of thin air.

His body was then violently pulled down from the cave ceiling, once again, slamming into the hard ground.

Bang!

The ground cracked, and dust flew everywhere.

Up.

Down.

Up.

And down again.

The Elder of Vulture Sect was like a tattered sandbag, relentlessly, wildly, and violently tossed and slammed by an invisible force within this space.

His proud Golden Core cultivation, his last strength gained by burning his Origin, seemed so ridiculous and powerless in the face of this pure, utterly illogical Law power.

He couldn't even utter a complete curse, only managing to squeeze out a few painful grunts in the intervals between each impact.

Su Meier stood in the distance, watching this bizarre and cruel scene, her alluring peach blossom eyes, which could captivate all beings, sparkling with a strange brilliance.

She had witnessed too many killings.

But to kill in such a way, using the enemy's own words as the key to their demise...

This method of manipulating people's hearts and Formations in the palm of his hand made her feel a thrill and excitement from the depths of her Soul.

Finally.

After being tortured repeatedly dozens of times, the Elder of Vulture Sect's body, like a puddle of mud, lay limp on the ground, unable to move anymore.

His bones had long since shattered into pieces.

His Golden Core was covered in cracks.

His vitality was rapidly draining away, with only a last breath clinging to life.

It was at this moment.

Lin Gou moved.

He still didn't approach.

He merely extended that finger and lightly tapped it towards the Void Realm.

This tap was like a conductor lowering his baton, signaling the final movement of an orchestra.

In an instant.

Within the cave, several previously dormant, seemingly unrelated small Restrictions were simultaneously activated at this moment.

A wisp of lingering, faint purple poisonous mist, as fine as a strand of silk, quietly drifted towards the Elder's mouth and nose.

A millstone-sized rock, hidden within the cave wall, silently slid down, precisely pressing towards his Dantian.

A faint golden electric arc, flashing from a crack in the ground, skillfully drilled towards his cracked glabella.

Poisonous mist choking his throat.

Giant rock crushing his Golden Core.

Electric arc destroying his Soul.

Three completely different powers, with a timing and angle that could be called perfect, linked together and arrived.

Effortlessly.

And, flawlessly.

The last trace of light in the Elder of Vulture Sect's wide, bloodshot eyes completely faded.

To his dying breath, he never understood.

What kind of existence he had provoked.

Lin Gou slowly retracted his finger.

From this moment on, all the Formations and Restrictions in the outer area of this Ten Thousand Formation Ancient Cave were under his control.

He was, in this place, the sole Master of Formations.

Su Meier stepped delicately to his side; a faint scent of blood still lingered in the air.

She looked at Lin Gou's calm profile, and the string in her heart named "infatuation" was once again, violently plucked.

Lin Gou ignored her gaze and walked directly towards the deeper parts of the Immortal Cave.

After passing through several corridors also filled with killing intent, their vision suddenly opened up.

A huge stone chamber appeared before the two of them.

In the center of the stone chamber, there were no mountains of imagined treasures, nor gleaming Sharp Weapons shining brightly.

Only a fist-sized sphere, emitting a soft white light, quietly floated in mid-air.

It seemed to be the core of all the Formations and Restrictions in this place, the convergence point of countless Law lines.

Just by looking at it, one could feel a vast ocean of Formation Dao knowledge washing over them.

A trace of fervor finally appeared in Lin Gou's eyes.

He walked forward step by step.

The moment his fingertip lightly touched the sphere of light.

The entire sphere of light, as if finding its ultimate destination, transformed into a stream of light and instantly merged into his glabella.

Boom!

Lin Gou's mind felt as if a bomb of knowledge had been dropped into it.

Countless insights into Formation design, Restriction crack, energy utilization, and Law comprehension... surged into the depths of his Divine Soul like a breached dam.

The cold System prompt sounded at the opportune moment.

【Ding! You have absorbed the 'Ancestor of Myriad Arrays's Core Legacy', gaining the skill 'Formation General Principles (Proficient)', capable of analyzing and modifying most Formations below the Nascent Soul stage!】

After a long while.

Lin Gou slowly opened his eyes.

The entire world, in his eyes, seemed to have changed.

The Spiritual Qi flowing in the air, the patterns carved on the stone walls, even the trajectory of the demonic power circulating within Su Meier's body... everything seemed to be able to be deconstructed into the most basic "Formation diagrams" composed of countless lines and nodes.

With a thought, he took out a blank Jade Slip from his Storage Pouch.

His Divine Thought surged.

Without the slightest hesitation, he directly copied a complete version of the vast 'Ancestor of Myriad Arrays's Insights' from his mind and imprinted it into the Jade Slip.

After doing all this, he casually handed the Jade Slip, which would drive any Formation Master to madness, to the already dumbfounded Su Meier beside him.

"You can use this."

His tone was still that lazy one, as if he had merely casually tossed out a worthless stone.

"So you can escape faster in the future."

Su Meier subconsciously took the heavy Jade Slip.

A warm, moist sensation came from her fingertips, yet it seemed to carry a heat that burned her Soul.

Her heart pounded uncontrollably.

She looked at Lin Gou, at his clear and deep eyes.

She really couldn't hold back anymore.

"You... why are you so good to me?"

Her voice carried a tremor she hadn't even noticed herself.

"My charm technique is no longer effective on you."

This sentence was like a thorn, deeply embedded in her pride.

She asked the question that had troubled her for a long time, left her completely bewildered, and even caused her a hint of panic.

Why would a man, completely unaffected by her innate Divine Ability, still be so good to her?

Lin Gou heard this and, for the first time, looked directly into her captivating peach blossom eyes with such seriousness.

His gaze penetrated the alluring mist, reaching deep into her feigned strong, yet soft and flustered, inner heart.

He suddenly smiled.

"Perhaps."

He said, word for word, clearly and seriously.

"It's precisely because it's useless now."

Boom!

These words, devoid of any flowery language, were like a Heavenly God's thunderbolt from the Nine Heavens, striking fiercely upon Su Meier's mental defenses.

Shattering all her disguises, all her pride, all her calculations to pieces.

Her head buzzed, instantly becoming blank.

Her heartbeat, at this moment, seemed to have stopped.

Time, at this moment, also seemed to have been paused... When the two finally walked out of the Ten Thousand Formation Ancient Cave, the sky was already nearing dusk.

Before leaving, Lin Gou did something that made Su Meier both laugh and cry.

He dragged out the bodies of the few Vulture Sect members one by one.

Then, in an extremely bizarre yet twistedly aesthetic manner, he arranged them into a peculiar artistic pose, as if they were praying to the heavens.

After doing all this, he clapped his hands, a satisfied expression on his face.

Like an artist who had completed his masterpiece, leaving a unique, death-infused signature on his work.

Not long after they left.

A few Loose Cultivators, who had been lurking in the distance and luckily escaped death due to their cowardice, cautiously dared to approach the Immortal Cave.

When they saw the bizarre corpse art at the cave entrance and the devastated, energy-scarred scene inside the cave, they were all so scared that their Souls Flew Away and Spirits Scattered, fleeing the place scrambling.

Soon.

An unbelievable legend began to wildly spread among the Cultivators in the nearby area.

An "Immortal Monster" who could control myriad Formations, viewed death as a means of breaking through, and could even revive from death.

A "Death Artist" who forged death artworks from the flesh and blood of his enemies.

This legend spread virally, becoming more widespread and mythical.

A few days later.

The largest and most authoritative intelligence organization in the cultivation world, "Tianji Pavilion," issued a bounty order that was enough to shake all directions and make countless Cultivators drop their jaws.

The content of the bounty order was not for pursuit and killing.

But rather—

"Seeking to purchase 'death images' of the 'Immortal Monster' or 'Death Artist' at sky-high prices! The clearer the image, the more peculiar the death, the higher the price!"

A never-before-seen, absurd new industry chain, born from reckless self-destruction.

Was about to be born.