But it was just out of curiosity, without much entanglement.
Gathering around the established central area of the Locking Spirit Formation, they walked towards it.
The final division of labor had been discussed long ago.
Xue Mu was responsible for inspecting the previously built formation units, while Jiang Qigui was responsible for fixing and debugging the formation hubs.
Li Fan, on the other hand, remained in the middle, moving as needed.
Wherever help was needed, he went.
Jiang Qigui’s formation level was still trustworthy.
And Xue Mu had always been diligent and rarely made mistakes.
With Li Fan as the coordinator, the three worked together, completing the construction of the Locking Spirit Formation over two days faster than originally planned, shrouding the depths of the abyss with imminent completion.
As a precaution, they chose the low tide period after the outbreak of the Demon Sound Tide to perform the final steps.
After confirmation that everything was correct.
The Locking Spirit Formation hub flew out from Emperor Fu Song’s forehead, turning into a constantly flickering red phantom.
Jiang Qigui’s expression was extremely solemn as he guided the hub into the prepared core formation.
There was no sign of Li Fan’s indifference when testing the hub.
The red phantom cooperatively flew into the midst of the dense formations.
At the moment of its return, the intense green light completely enveloped the red one.
Starting from the central singularity, countless rays of light bloomed, connecting with numerous formation units around the Locking Spirit Formation.
Penetrating the white mist and spreading outward, each formation structure was lit up one by one.
Thus, amidst the vast white mist, such a strange scene appeared.
In the white mist, blue light emanated from the central singularity, spreading layer by layer along the veins of the Locking Spirit Formation.
In an instant, a magnificent circular blue giant web emerged, covering the entire abyss.
The devouring white mist and occasional demonic sounds couldn’t obscure its magnificent and majestic figure.
Most of those present were the builders of the formation.
At this moment, watching their creation, which they had labored over for years, finally come to fruition, they were filled with mixed emotions.
Li Fan, on the other hand, stared at the brightest blue spot in the center of the formation and sighed, “Only with the Tianxuan can spirits be locked.”
“The curtain of the widespread Tianxuan Locking Spirit Formation is finally about to rise. I wonder how the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance will evolve in the future.”
“Let’s just observe for now. If things really go south, we can resort to the Truth directly,” Li Fan said.
“But I’ve calculated my efforts. With so much hard work, there should be some merits. It’s inconceivable that I’ll be left with so little lifespan in this world, unable to live out my natural life, right?”
While Li Fan was pondering inwardly, the Tianxuan Formation hub finally completed its integration with the Locking Spirit Formation.
The magnificent blue giant web receded like a tide in an instant, but at the same time, Li Fan felt a faint sensation in his heart.
It was as if there were eyes above everyone’s heads, constantly observing him.
Under Emperor Fu Song’s leadership, everyone cheered and celebrated the smooth completion of the formation.
It seemed that no one noticed.
Only Xue Mu, who appeared honest and taciturn, subtly raised his head for a glance.
…
After Emperor Fu Song successfully accepted the inspection, the construction of the formations outside the Abyssal Roar had come to an end.
On the way back to the Severed Palm Immortal City, Li Fan inquired about Emperor Fu Song’s next plans.
“According to the original plan, I will rendezvous with Director Ji and build a Locking Spirit Formation outside the newly discovered ‘Lost Battlefield’ maze,” Emperor Fu Song replied.
“But…”
Emperor Fu Song paused, his expression solemn. “That maze is rather peculiar and extremely dangerous.”
“After careful evaluation, the alliance has decided to temporarily suspend the construction of formations in the Lost Battlefield and instead seal it off.”
“Since you have completed the construction of a Locking Spirit Formation, there will be no mandatory requirements for your future work,” Emperor Fu Song continued.
“In other words, if you wish, you can directly return to rest.”
“Of course, if you want to compete for rankings, you can choose to support the construction of formations in other areas.”
“However, only the headquarters of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance can see the progress of formation construction in various areas and the current personnel in charge.”
“To maximize efficiency in competing for rankings, it’s best to resort to some extraordinary means,” Emperor Fu Song lightly coughed, wearing an expression that said ‘you know what I mean’.
Xue Mu and Jiang Qigui pondered upon hearing this.
They thought about what they had that could impress this senior.
Li Fan, however, remained indifferent: “My life is nearing its end. Soon, I will journey to the underworld to meet with Daoist Dantai Tao. Competing for rankings doesn’t matter to me.”
“But I am indeed curious about the ‘Lost Battlefield’ that Senior Fu just mentioned.”
Emperor Fu Song, who had maintained his composure, couldn’t help but twitch his face when he heard Li Fan mention Dantai Tao again.
Suppressing his impulse, he coldly snorted after Li Fan’s inquiry and proceeded to answer.
“It’s not really a secret, and there’s no harm in telling you,” Emperor Fu Song began.
“As the name suggests, the new maze in the Lost Battlefield is a relic of an ancient great war.”
“Spanning over a thousand and six hundred miles, countless cultivators perished within it.”
“Not only has the thick smell of blood not dissipated, but the fallen cultivators also seem to remain frozen in the moment of their deaths.”
“It’s as if this brutal battle occurred just recently.”
Emperor Fu Song squinted his eyes, as if reminiscing about the sights in the Lost Battlefield.
“What’s even more bizarre is that we can’t distinguish the main parties involved in the conflict.”
“Some wore the same faction attire, some may have perished together in mutual slaughter, while others may have jointly confronted formidable enemies, perishing heroically together.”
“It’s more like a chaotic brawl where distinctions blur, rather than a traditional battlefield.”
Hearing Emperor Fu Song’s description, Li Fan couldn’t help but recall the previously seen Maze of Chaos.
It seemed as if time had frozen there, with corpses still vividly lifelike.
The culprit there was the Heavenly Doctor. Who could be responsible for this Lost Battlefield?
While he was pondering, Xue Mu couldn’t help but ask, “Senior Fu, you just said that this Lost Battlefield is extremely dangerous. Why is that?”
“Could it be that the deceased cultivators will come back to life and launch attacks?”
Emperor Fu Song shook his head, denying, “They are already dead and cannot die again. A light touch will turn them into ashes.”
“The real danger comes from the maze itself.”
“When Director Ji led a team into it for the first time, they fell under its influence.”
“While they were awestruck by the scene of the ancient brutal war, Director Ji suddenly found himself besieged by fellow cultivators accompanying him.”
“Besieged?!” Xue Mu couldn’t help but exclaim in shock.
“Lost… Could it be?” After a moment, he immediately realized, his face filled with horror.
Emperor Fu Song nodded slowly, “Yes, those cultivators were Director Ji’s trusted aides, absolutely loyal and dependable.”
“But even so, once they entered that maze, they lost their minds.”
“Treating Director Ji as a mortal enemy, they attacked without reservation.”
