Chapter 862: Broken Soul Man (1/2)

Chapter 862: Broken Soul Man

Translator: Sparrow TranslationsEditor: Sparrow Translations

Mo Wuji was originally a Grade 9 Immortal Array Master. After refining the first layer of the Sage Dao Talisman, his understanding towards arrays only got more profound.

The defensive array around Ping Fan immortal School was based on Ji Li’s understanding towards the Gods Tower’s immortal sealing array. What kind of people were sealed in the immortal sealing array? There’s no need to talk about Immortal Emperors, even Dao Emperors were considered ants within the immortal sealing area.

Mo Wuji considered himself as a person who had spent time within the immortal sealing array. He believed that he would be able to break through this array in a short period of time.

But just when Mo Wuji truly got into the intricacies within this array, he finally knew what he was facing. Even though Ji Li’s methods were only an imperfect imitation of the original immortal sealing array, Mo Wuji still felt that he was facing a sea of smoke.

No wonder why these people spent years but they were still unable to break through this array.

Mo Wuji soon went deep into breaking this array. In just a short time, a thin layer of mist formed around him. Within this mist, array runes were flowing incessantly. If a person who liked arrays was by Mo Wuji’s side now, he would definitely learn a lot.

As Mo Wuji was trying to break through Ping Fan Immortal School’s defensive array, Yan Li and co. were rebuilding Ping Fan according to the original plans.

In reality, Yan Li didn’t even need to go off searching for help. Not only after Mo Wuji returned to Ping Fan, countless immortals came over. Most of these people came from beyond Ding Po Immortal City. They all heard of Mo Wuji’s revelations of the misdeeds of the Very High Heavens.

Moreover, the resources that Mo Wuji gave Da Huang were as plentiful as the hair on a cow. Because of that, the reconstruction of Ping Fan was visible to the naked eye.

Not only that, when Chen San arrived, Chen San arranged for the expansion of Ping Fan.

The huge herb farm was rebuilt and a wide blue jade path extended into the distance. Besides this, an entire immortal city was built.

As more people surged to Ping Fan Immortal School to take part in the reconstruction, more news was spread out. Almost everyone in the seven Immortal Domains knew of the Very High Heavens’ misdeeds.

The news of Mo Wuji killing close to 20 Immortal Emperors, including four Grand Emperors, as well as the thousands of cultivators that were involved in the attack on Ping Fan Immortal School was also spread.

In a single night, Lightning Sect suddenly disappeared. No one knew where they went. Lightning Sect wasn’t the only one; Vast Ocean Immortal School also disappeared. As for sects like Mirage Mountain and Empty Mirror Immortal Dao, they had vanished even before the Lightning Sect.

Grand Emperor Yi Minghu also suddenly disappeared. Great Sword Path, which was in the process of reconstruction, was completely abandoned.

Within the Ping Fan Immortal School, the only things left displayed at the entrance of the Discussion Hall were the two huge stone tablets engraved by Mo Wuji. One of the stone tablets wrote ‘Ping Fan’ while the other wrote: One’s Dao Can Differ, But All Men Are Equal.

These were brought in by Ping Fan Immortal School’s substitute Sect Head Su Zi’An when they retreated.

In Su Zi’An’s eyes, Ping Fan Immortal School was established by Mo Wuji. These two stone tablets were left behind by Sect Head Mo. Ping Fan Immortal School could be destroyed, but as long as these two stone tablets remained, there would be a day when Ping Fan would be rebuilt.

Within the Discussion Hall, Su Zi’An had a haggard expression on his face. Those years ago, Ping Fan Immortal School was huge and powerful. But now, only 20 over people remained and were in this Discussion Hall.

Before the innermost defensive array of Ping Fan Immortal School could be activated, they suffered with a disastrous number of casualties. Among the Immortal Emperors that established Ping Fan with Mo Wuji, Wei Zidao had suffered heavy injuries while Nie Chongan had died in the battle. Besides them, Cha Rui and Lu Ming had also been killed.

Su Zi’An looked at the increasingly gloomy hall and said solemnly, ”Those years ago, Sect Head Mo established Ping Fan Immortal School so that we could have a safe and stable place to cultivate. Who can blame reality for being so cruel? Some people do not allow for such a safe place to exist in the Immortal World. If Senior Ji Li did not help us install this peerless array those years ago, protecting the core of our Ping Fan Immortal School, we would have perished a long time ago.

Our comrades who fought together with us those years ago are now either dead or injured. Yesterday night, I went to take a look at the array core that Senior Ji Li left behind. Out of the 108 array flags, only 18 remain. I believe, in half a year or even less than that, our Ping Fan Immortal School’s final layer of arrays would be completely broken…”

The other people in the Discussion Hall all knew what Su Zi’An was saying. If all 108 array flags that Senior Ji Li left behind were destroyed, it would mean that their final place of sanctuary would soon be torn apart.

”Now, I want to hear everyone’s opinions.” Seeing the silence in the Discussion Hall, Su Zi’An could only continue.

Wei Zidao had suffered heavy injuries which he had yet to recover from. Even so, he had come to the Discussion Hall. In Ping Fan Immortal School, Su Zi’An was the substitute sect head appointed by Mo Wuji. On the other hand, Wei Zidao was a Grand Emperor and was the most powerful person in Ping Fan. Thus, his opinions were also extremely important.

When they saw that no one came forward to speak, both Wei Zidao and Su Zi’An knew that the people here all knew that their chances of survival were bleak. Wei Zidao suddenly shouted loudly, ”Immortal Friends, when everyone was trapped in Sword Prison, none of us thought that we could escape. Even I, Wei Zidao, was filled with despair,