Chapter 459: Three Begets All Things (2/2)

A dragon sleeps in mountains coiled,

Those deathly cliffs with mysteries roiled.

Danger shies if mountains hide,

Flowing water and wind do danger foil!

He silently chanted the Dragonsearch Invocation, prompting the indicators of the luopan to rotate at a mad pace. Its golden light surged again, ten times stronger than its previous activation. However, a strange force fought the luopan’s light. The indicators on all three layers of the compass kept circling in a frenzy.

“Transform!” Lu Yun snapped.

Crackle!

From the three-layered compass emerged the images of one potential, two principles, three essentials, four divisions, five elements, six directions, seven stars, eight trigrams, nine sectors, and ten orientations, encircling Lu Yun.

The three layers of the luopan symbolized the manifestations of all things within the universe.

The compass then broke apart and reassembled in midair. Three layers became nine, then sixty-four, then eighty-one... In the end, there emerged three hundred and sixty-five layers of the compass—a nod to a most significant number of the greater universe.

The three hundred and sixty-five layers of the luopan rotated relentlessly, projecting ten feng shui layouts around Lu Yun that constantly disassembled and reassembled themselves according to the compass’ gyrations, deducing all possibilities that were ahead of them.

The human demon and Mo Yi were flabbergasted.

Mo Yi was the greatest genius in the world of immortals, and a powerful formation grandmaster in her own right. Even Lu Yun had needed her help to complete the Great Formation of Heavenly Spirits and Earthly Demons. Meanwhile, the human demon had lived through countless aeons, from the era of human dao to the present. However… neither of them had ever seen anything like this.

Bathed in aureate light, Lu Yun hovered in the air with the multi-layered luopan on his palm.

Symbols representing the heavenly stems and earthly branches, yin and yang, the five elements, eight trigrams, and countless other symbols that Mo Yi and the human demon couldn’t understand flurried around Lu Yun, breaking apart and coming together in a mixture of bizarre layouts.

The golden light grew increasingly stronger, fighting the darkness on the other side.

“Dammit!” Lu Yun suddenly landed, and the golden light of the luopan—and the images it created—vanished. His face was pale and his forehead was covered in sweat. His clothes were drenched, too.

“What happened?” Mo Yi frowned. It seemed that something had attacked and interrupted Lu Yun. The attack was so foreign that even she hadn’t sensed the source.

Lu Yun allowed himself a moment to recover before taking a pill and letting out a sigh.

“My cultivation is too lacking to stop the thing in the dark.” He’d noticed something watching him from a hidden corner of the tomb previously; that was what’d interrupted his invocation the moment before.