Chapter 461: Mirage (1/2)

Lu Yun retreated from the zone of attack caused by the crimson eyes. The only thing he could do now was set up a formation as quickly as possible; the extinction layout was still in effect and could destroy the tomb at any time.

As for the strange power that could kill cultivators… there was nothing he could do about it for the moment. Not even the Spectral Eye could pierce through the darkness ahead and figure out what manner of monster the eyes belonged to.

“Ge Long!” growled Lu Yun into the darkness.

“Aye, at your service, milord!” Ge Long responded without missing a beat.

“Stop tangling with your yum-yum and take this to the burial place!” The Formation Orb in Lu Yun’s hand separated into two and he threw the yin portion into the darkness.

“Understood!” Ge Long scrambled to catch the orb, which flared with great formation power to scatter the yin spirits attacking him. He made a run for it toward where the tomb’s owner was buried. When he passed the giant scarlet eyes, he paused.

“It’s that thing! So it’s been hiding here all along… It mustn’t be allowed to grow, or it’ll devour not only cultivators, but the entirety of immortal dao...” Ge Long’s expression was uncharacteristically grave.

In his haste to set up a formation—or more accurately, feng shui layout—Lu Yun overlooked the old servant’s reaction. The current environment didn’t meet his needs, so he had to reconstruct the feng shui and environment here to suit his purpose. Formation disk after formation disk emerged in his hands and were laid down on the ground in a pattern that only he understood.

Mo Yi watched quietly, but couldn’t figure out what Lu Yun was doing.

“This isn’t a simple formation,” she said suddenly. “This will sway heaven and earth… You’ve tapped into the power of formations to influence the world without setting one up!”

Formation masters of the world had long since noticed the pull that formations exerted on heaven and earth, but the power was fickle, unpredictable, and seemingly impossible to control. The same formation might influence the world differently in different environments, and the impact changed as the environment changed around it.

Great formation masters had attempted to study this unpredictable influence, but to no avail. Worse, they ended up delaying their own pursuit of formation dao and falling into mediocrity.

The power that formations exerted on the world—feng shui—was so complicated that, over time, formation masters in the world of immortals had given up on studying it. By now, many formation masters didn’t even notice its nebulous existence. Knowledge about the impact that formations had on the world had been lost.

Mo Yi hadn’t expected Lu Yun to be a master of that lost art!

“It’s feng shui,” Lu Yun said as he set up the layout, his injuries mostly healed. “Everything between heaven and earth comes together to form a vast feng shui layout. Formations are secondary, it’s feng shui that dictates the operation of the world!”

Mo Yi nodded bemusedly.

“Do you want to learn?” Lu Yun suddenly asked.

She shook her head. “Everyone has their own expertise, so learning this won’t do me much good.”

Lu Yun rubbed his nose. Mo Yi was tremendously, almost horrifyingly talented. After severing her own cultivation, she’d returned to the dao immortal realm in only a few months and exceeded her previous achievements. Even with the Tome of Life and Death and the Sal Tree of Life and Death, Lu Yun still wasn’t her match.

At the same time, she was right. There were different strokes for different folks. She’d learned the way of formations simply for her combat art of the Big Dipper. While she may be a grandmaster of formations, it wasn’t where her talent lay.

“That’s a technique of the branch from the ancestor planet,” the human demon mused when he saw Lu Yun’s handiwork. “So you’re a descendent of that branch.”