Out-of-Control Formation

After the figures of the two completely disappeared behind the bronze doors.

In the shadows of the vaulted ceiling.

An extremely faint ripple spread out.

Gu Yang dispelled the Minor Formless Illusion Array, his figure slowly descending onto the bluestone floor that was littered with debris.

Zhao Yuelian, held in his arms, had gone weak in the knees and was practically hanging onto him.

"Young Master, the red threads of the Weeping Blood Puppet Array are still there..."

Su Wanyin followed behind. Looking at the residual threads of the array still slithering in mid-air around the hall like venomous snakes, her watery peach-blossom eyes were filled with vigilance.

The clash between Ye Chen and Mo Bufan just now had only torn open a gap.

The foundation of this ancient killing array still lay dormant in the darkness.

Gu Yang did not speak.

He slowly raised his right hand.

Within his dantian, above the chaotic lotus pedestal swirling with five colors, a cluster of dark golden flame suddenly leaped up.

True Fire of the Great Sun.

"Hiss—"

A cluster of extremely pure, peerlessly tyrannical golden flame burst forth in Gu Yang's palm!

It was no longer a mere wisp of firelight, but a miniature blazing sun rising directly in the depths of the underground palace.

Absolute intense light, carrying a terrifying high temperature capable of incinerating the void, instantly filled every corner of the third-level hall.

Wherever the light reached, there were no shadows!

The eerie green eternal lamps hanging from the ceiling, under the oppressive might of this supreme yang energy of heaven and earth, were like ice and snow meeting boiling water. They were instantly vaporized without even letting out a struggling crackle.

Having lost the projection of yin fire from the eternal lamps.

The invisible "Weeping Blood Soul Nails" beneath the obsidian floor instantly became like trees without roots.

And those dark red threads suspended in mid-air let out a teeth-grinding, shrill shriek the moment they touched the light of the True Fire of the Great Sun.

In just half a breath's time.

The ancient absolute killing array, capable of strangling a Golden Core grand cultivator, was burned until not even a trace of ash remained.

Completely wiped clean.

Su Wanyin was stunned.

Looking at Gu Yang's cold and hard profile, illuminated by the golden firelight like a deity, her heart pounded wildly in her chest like a beating drum.

This was the Young Master's confidence.

No matter your thousands of schemes or myriad fierce arrays.

I shall incinerate them all with a single flame.

"Let's go."

Gu Yang withdrew the flame, and the hall plunged back into dimness.

Taking the two women with him, he strolled through the massive bronze doors as if walking through a courtyard.

Behind the bronze doors was an even more massive natural karst cave, where the surging sound of an underground dark river could be heard.

In the center of the cave stood an extremely ancient altar.

Gu Yang did not rush to approach.

He led the two women and silently leaped onto a blind spot on a high platform hidden within a forest of stalactites, once again expanding the Minor Formless Illusion Array.

And at this moment, in the shadows below, Ye Chen had concealed all his aura, staring intently at the entrance to the altar.

...

An hour later.

An old man and a young woman, two figures slowly walked into this subterranean space shrouded in darkness.

Luo Shenyao.

The apple of the eye of the Heavenly Sound Valley's patriarch, and even more so, the reincarnation of the ancient Flower Goddess.

She wore a very pale light green gauze dress, the material being the extremely rare 'Flowing Cloud Plain Brocade' of the cultivation world.

The sheer fabric seemed to have no weight, rippling slightly with the subterranean yin wind, extremely fittingly outlining her slender yet softly beautiful girlish curves.

It was a purity that had never been polluted by anything worldly.

Her skin was not the cold white of ordinary female cultivators nourished by pills, but a warm, jade-like color exuding vigorous vitality.

Under the dim light, the surface of her flawless skin even faintly circulated a weak, soft glow akin to moonlight.

Her thick, jet-black long hair was not tied into any complex bun, but merely bound casually behind her head with a green vine hairband.

A few loose strands fell on either side of her extremely fragile, slender neck.

Following that elegant swan-like neck down were two collarbones as exquisite as crescent moons.

Her eyes were too clean.

Like an untrodden cold pool deep in the mountains, crystal clear to the bottom, without the slightest bit of defense against this "man-eating" cultivation world.

Her long, curled eyelashes fluttered slightly with her breathing, and every blink revealed an innocence ignorant of the ways of the world.

As she walked.

Her skirt hem was like a blooming green lotus. The pungent smell of rotting corpses in the air was actually replaced by a faint, grassy fragrance that seemed capable of cleansing the soul.

The soft-soled embroidered shoes woven from ice silk on her feet outlined the taut, petite arches of her feet.

Standing in this gloomy and eerie karst cave, she was like a peerless immortal flower carefully nurtured in a greenhouse.

So beautiful that it made one want to protect her tightly in their arms.

...

"Father, the yin energy here is so heavy..."

Luo Shenyao subconsciously shrank her thin shoulders, her hands tightly hugging the arm of the old man beside her.

Her pure and exquisitely beautiful face revealed a trace of extremely natural filial affection and dependence.

Luo Tianheng, this patriarch of the Heavenly Sound Valley at the peak of the Golden Core realm, looked at this moment just like a kind grandfather in his declining years.

His head was full of white hair, and the wrinkles on his face were deep enough to crush a mosquito.

Hearing his daughter's call, he turned his head with extreme difficulty, his cloudy eyes filled with an unresolvable doting love.

"Do not be afraid, Yao'er."

Luo Tianheng stretched out his withered, slightly trembling large hand covered in age spots, and extremely gently patted the back of Luo Shenyao's hand.

"This is the deepest part of the earth veins of Holy Heaven City, where yin and yang intersect. My lifespan has dried up, and only by relying on the extreme spiritual energy of this 'Ten Thousand Woods Everspring Array' can I forcefully extend my life."

He coughed violently twice, a trace of black blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Luo Shenyao instantly panicked.

Her eyes reddened, and she hastily took out a snow-white silk handkerchief from her storage ring, carefully wiping the blood from the corner of her father's mouth.

"Father, please stop talking! Yao'er is not afraid! As long as it can cure Father's illness, as long as it can let Father live a long life, Yao'er is willing to do anything!"

She tightly bit her pink, moist lower lip.

"Good child... truly my good child."

That smile was kind to the extreme.

"Go."

"Stand on the eye of the array and close your eyes. No matter what happens, do not resist. Completely open your spiritual root to the grand array."

Luo Shenyao did not have any hesitation.

She let go of her father's arm, lifted the hem of her light green skirt, and like a light spiritual butterfly, obediently walked to the center of the altar.

"Father, I am ready."

She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes casting two fragile shadows on her fair cheeks.

"Activate the array."

The kindness on Luo Tianheng's face, the moment Luo Shenyao closed her eyes, completely peeled off like a torn mask!

His cloudy eyes instantly burst forth with extreme greed, madness, and even a beast-like scarlet bloodlight!

"Rumble—!"

The entire underground karst cave trembled violently.

The complex array patterns on the altar instantly lit up with a piercing, eerie green light.

"Ah!"

Luo Shenyao let out an extremely suppressed cry of alarm.

She suddenly opened her eyes, only to find that from the cyan jade plate beneath her feet, dozens of thick, dark green vines covered with sharp barbs had shot out without any warning!