116: Chapter 116 Ten Thousand Men's Army Formation Resists the God of Transformation

Central Province, outside Zhuxian City, eight hundred miles of continuous military camps.

"Kill!!!"

The earth-shaking battle cries soared into the sky, shattering the very clouds above.

On a vast plain spanning eight hundred miles, millions of Cultivators clad in armor and clutching weapons were rapidly weaving through specific positions to form Formations.

Half a month ago, this place was filled with a disorganized rabble of noble family scions and Loose Cultivators; now, under the pressure of abundant resources and the threat of death, they had begun to take the shape of a "Cultivation Army."

In the very center of the plain, thirty-six Nascent Soul Perfection Old Ancestors hovered in mid-air, each holding a Formation Flag.

Below them stood exactly one hundred thousand elites, all at the Golden Core Stage!

"Form the array! Ten Thousand Immortals God-Slaying Grand Array — Converge!"

With a wild roar from the Chen Family Old Ancestor, the hundred thousand Golden Core elites simultaneously erupted with True Essence. The thirty-six Old Ancestors acted as the Formation eyes, instantly drawing and fusing this vast spiritual energy.

Buzz—!!

A thousand-zhang tall, golden-armored War God Dharma Idol boomed into existence in mid-air!

The spiritual energy fluctuations emitted by this Dharma Idol actually crossed the chasm between the Nascent Soul and Soul Transformation Realms, reaching the terrifying Peak Early Stage Soul Transformation level!

"Hahahaha! It's a success! We have practiced for a whole month, and this God-Slaying Grand Array is finally complete!"

The Li Family Old Ancestor was so excited at the Formation eye that old tears streaked down his face:

"With such a military array, even if an Immortal Envoy at the Soul Transformation Stage truly descends from the Upper Realm, the combined strength of our hundred thousand men can strike him down!"

The other Old Ancestors also wore looks of pride.

After all, being able to condense Soul Transformation combat power with Golden Core and Nascent Soul bodies was a miracle worthy of being recorded in the annals of the cultivation world.

"The power is so-so."

"However, the movements are too slow and there are too many flaws. It's nothing more than a sitting duck."

Just as the thirty-six Old Ancestors were immersed in their joy,

A lazy, indifferent voice that seemed to whisper in everyone's ear rang out, drowning out the roar of the hundred-thousand-man army array without warning.

"Who?!"

The Chen Family Old Ancestor's face paled in shock. This was the core of the military array, where the spiritual energy of a hundred thousand people sealed the void. Not even a mosquito could fly in, so how could someone approach so silently?!

Everyone snapped their heads up.

They saw that atop the head of that thousand-zhang tall, majestic golden-armored War God Dharma Idol,

A youth in snow-white clothes with a black blade on his shoulder had appeared at some unknown time. He was sitting cross-legged on the Dharma Idol's helmet, holding a spiritual fruit and munching on it with a "crunch, crunch" sound.

"Lo... Lord?!"

Upon seeing the newcomer, the thirty-six Old Ancestors were so frightened they nearly dropped the Formation Flags in their hands.

The hundred-thousand-man army's breath hitched, causing a violent ripple in the Formation.

Lin Que finished the last bite of the spiritual fruit, clapped his hands, and stood up.

He had just returned from the Immortal Burial Abyss and, without even saying hello, had teleported directly into the core of the military array.

"The Formation is decent; it can twist the power of a hundred thousand people into a single rope."

Lin Que lightly tapped the top of the Dharma Idol's head with his toe and drifted down like a falling leaf, hovering before the thirty-six Old Ancestors:

"But do you all feel like you're very capable of fighting now?"

"The Lord overpraises us..."

The Chen Family Old Ancestor wiped away cold sweat,

"But piled up with the endless resources bestowed by the Lord, this Ten Thousand Immortals God-Slaying Array indeed possesses the killing power of the Early Stage Soul Transformation..."

"Is that so?"

A playful curve hooked the corner of Lin Que's mouth. He casually stabbed the Quasi-Immortal Artifact, starfall, into the void and put his hands behind his back:

"Since that's the case, I'll give you a chance. Use this military array to attack me with everything you've got."

"Let me see just how much of my military budget you've consumed this past month."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire field went into an uproar.

"Lord, you mustn't!!"

The Li Family Old Ancestor was scared out of his wits:

"Once this military array is in motion, we cannot precisely control its release! This strike will be the genuine power of the Peak Early Stage Soul Transformation! Although your combat power is Heaven-Defying, this is the combined attack of a hundred thousand people!"

In their eyes, Lin Que had been at the Middle Stage Nascent Soul before he left.

No matter how much of a Prodigy he was, facing a Soul Transformation military array condensed by a hundred thousand people without dodging or blocking would surely result in a heavy loss.

"Stop your nonsense. If I tell you to strike, then strike."

A purple glint flashed in Lin Que's eyes, and his Major Achievement Demon God Body shook slightly, as an unquestionable, domineering pressure instantly swept across the field.

"This... As you command!!"

The thirty-six Old Ancestors grit their teeth; they also wanted to take this opportunity to show their value to their Lord!

"Change Formation! Strike!"

Rumble!!

The hundred-thousand-man army roared in unison!

That thousand-zhang tall golden Dharma Idol suddenly raised the giant sword in its hand, which was several hundred zhang long, and slashed down fiercely toward Lin Que in mid-air, carrying a terrifying Soul Transformation Divine Might that tore through the void and could cleave mountains!

Before the sword pressure even landed, the ground beneath Lin Que's feet had already collapsed into a massive crater!

Facing this sword strike that seemed like heavenly punishment,

Lin Que did not draw his blade, did not use his Four-Colored Exotic Fire, and did not even release a single sliver of his Late Nascent Soul Stage Peak True Essence.

He simply slowly raised his right hand.

"Soul Transformation spiritual energy is indeed very strong."

"But you don't understand what high-dimensional suppression means at all."

In Lin Que's palm, a layer of grey, unremarkable airflow rose. This was exactly what the World Tree seedling at the bottom of the Immortal Burial Abyss had fed back to him — a sliver of World Power!

"Stop."

Lin Que turned his palm upward and gave a gentle lift.

Buzz—!!!!

An incredibly bizarre scene unfolded.

That giant Soul Transformation sword, carrying the True Essence of a hundred thousand people and capable of shattering cities, actually froze in mid-air the moment it touched Lin Que's fair palm, looking like a 3D projection that had been paused!

There was no earth-shaking explosion!

There was no shockwave from a spiritual energy collision!

Lin Que's palm was like an indescribable "black hole," or rather, an "absolute barrier" that did not belong to this world.

The moment that massive spiritual energy slash touched the World Power, its underlying structural Laws were directly flattened and dissolved!

"What?!"

The thirty-six Old Ancestors' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

The hundred thousand Golden Core army felt a tightness in their chests, as if the sword strike they had unleashed hadn't hit anything, but had instead struck a void of cotton!

"Using spiritual energy to fight World Power is like using a wooden stick to strike the ocean."

Lin Que shook his head and suddenly clenched his five fingers!

"Disperse."

Crack... Bang!!

Starting from the tip of the sword, that thousand-zhang tall golden Dharma Idol began to crumble inch by inch, like a sand sculpture weathered by ten million years!

With that nonchalant clench of Lin Que's hand, the hundred-thousand-man military array linkage had its spiritual energy hub forcibly severed, instantly collapsing into a sky full of light rain!

"Pfft!"

The thirty-six Old Ancestors and the hundred-thousand-man army simultaneously suffered a backlash, stumbling back several steps in unison as they looked with horror at the white-clothed youth in mid-air, whose clothes weren't even ruffled.

"This... what Realm is this exactly..."

The Chen Family Old Ancestor fell to his knees in mid-air, his voice trembling.

This was fundamentally not something a Nascent Soul, or even a Soul Transformation Cultivator, could do! That kind of power had already surpassed their understanding of cultivation!

"This is the power you will have to face in three years."

Lin Que withdrew his hand, his voice echoing across the eight hundred miles of camps:

"The Reapers of the Upper Realm master Laws far more Advanced than yours. A military array like yours, which has power but has never experienced the despair of life and death, is a paper tiger that can be punctured with a single poke in their eyes."

The entire field was dead silent.

The hundred thousand elites lowered their heads in shame.

They had indeed been comfortable for too long; even with the support of the grand array, they lacked the bloody nature forged from crawling through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"However, there is still time."

A devilish smile curled at the corner of Lin Que's mouth.

He projected his Divine Sense into his Dantian, communicating with the World Tree seedling rooted in the arms of his Divine Demon Nascent Soul.

"System, initiate the Training Ground Transformation Plan."

[Detected one hundred thousand low-level Cultivators lacking combat experience!]

[Logic restructuring initiated — 'Holographic Virtual Asura Field (100% Pain Version)' under construction!]

[Operation 1: Extracting the Origin aura of the 'World Tree Seedling' to serve as the illusion server core!]

[Operation 2: Loading 'Immortal Qi Dao Slave Data' and 'Upper Realm Remnant Immortal Pressure' collected by the host in the Immortal Burial Abyss as hostile NPC templates into the Formation!]

[Operation 3: Altering the underlying spatial logic of this plain! All who enter the illusion will have their physical bodies fall into slumber while their Divine Souls enter the battlefield. Dying in the illusion will cause the Divine Soul to suffer 100% of the pain of death before respawning, until mental collapse or the NPC is defeated!]

"Think training is bitter? Today, I'll let you experience what a true '996' blessing is!"

Buzz!!

Lin Que suddenly stomped his foot.

A ring of deep purple light centered on him, instantly sweeping across the eight-hundred-mile plain!

"Thud! Thud!"

The hundred-thousand-man army, still in a daze, along with the thirty-six Old Ancestors, only felt their vision go dark as their Divine Souls were instantly pulled into an Asura space filled with blood and despair!

In that space, what awaited them were countless tireless "Upper Realm Dao Slaves" who mastered fragments of Immortal Path Laws.

"Aaaah!! My hand was bitten off!! It hurts so much! Didn't you say it was an illusion?!"

"Save me, Old Ancestor! This monster can't be killed!!"

"Stop shouting! My leg was cut off too!! What kind of hellhole is this!!"

In the real world, the hundred-thousand-man army lay neatly on the plain. Although their physical bodies were unharmed, the expressions on their faces were extremely distorted, and cold sweat poured down like rain.

"That's more like it. Die a few more times, and you'll have experience."

Lin Que clapped his hands in satisfaction.

He didn't leave, but instead sat down cross-legged directly in mid-air.

As the hundred-thousand-man army fought frantically and experienced life and death in the illusion, the extreme "Battle Intent" and "will to survive in desperate straits" they erupted with turned into a massive, invisible Mental Energy, flowing continuously into Lin Que's body through the Formation!

[Ding! Absorbing the Battle Intent of a hundred thousand army souls!]

[Foundation of the Blood Scripture continues to be fortified...]

[Divine Demon Nascent Soul (Soul Transformation level Primordial Spirit) is being nourished by Battle Intent; purity increasing!]

Lin Que closed his eyes, feeling the surging power within his body that seemed as if it would overflow.

His cultivation was being held firmly at the Late Nascent Soul Stage Peak.

This was like an active volcano whose dam was being constantly raised. He was in no hurry to break through to Soul Transformation.

Because he was waiting.

Waiting for this hundred-thousand-man army to be completely tempered into a peerless sharp sword.

Waiting for the World Tree seedling inside him to grow another leaf.

"Take it slow."

A calm smile played on the corner of Lin Que's mouth.

"Three years is enough for me to forge this Central Province into an iron plate that will shatter the teeth of any Immortal."