Chapter 1781: Chapter 1808: Liu Yun’s Plot
“Where did this show-off come from, even more pretentious than you, little brother.”
Watching Liu Yun’s departing figure, Yu Huan Shui couldn’t help but roll his eyes. What does it feel like to see an ant jumping in front of you? No one would understand better than him.
Using the resources obtained from the Ancient Battlefield to break through to the third layer of the Spirit Void Realm?
What on earth is the Spirit Void Realm? The level is so low he almost forgot such a realm existed in the path of cultivation.
“However, Immortal Ye’s reaction was somewhat unexpected. The Empress’s Ancient Tomb that boy mentioned, could it be related to the Immortal’s past?”
Yu Huan Shui looked at Ye Wushuang and said.
“This is the silver hairpin I once used.”
Ye Wushuang inserted the treasured hairpin into her bun, her voice icy cold, and her aura somewhat chilling.
“Used by the Immortal?”
“Could it be that he’s talking about…”
Yu Huan Shui’s expression changed, not daring to say any more.
“Yes, he’s talking about my tomb. Someone built a tomb for me, claiming to the outside world that I’ve died in battle!”
“And they’ve even given me a despicable and shameless title, truly well-planned.”
Ye Wushuang’s eyes held murderous intent, wishing she could immediately drag out and kill the one spreading rumors behind the scenes.
“This Liu Yun is truly courting death.”
Li Xiaobai shook his head, saying, “Senior sister need not mind. Only an old enemy would have the audacity to do such a thing. However, the world believes you’ve died on the battlefield, which actually buys us some breathing room for now, at least they’ll be slower to discover senior sister is still alive.”
“Looks like we need to speed things up.”
Ye Wushuang muttered to herself. Someone wants her dead and wants everyone to know she’s dead for peace of mind.
Now Liu Jinshui is battling in the west, likely drawing the attention of hidden forces, and with Yang Chen and her awakening successively, it’s just a matter of time before they’re found.
Seems like it’s time to venture into deep space.
Wang Ruoying, behind the three, listened in stunned silence. If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, she might think she’d encountered a lunatic.
She naturally knew there was an Empress Ye’s grand tomb within the Ancient Battlefield, but the celestial-looking woman before her actually claimed to be that Empress Ye, saying someone deliberately framed her by creating a fake tomb—it sounded like pure fantasy.
Yet the expressions of the three suggest otherwise, and indeed this Immortal and Yu Huan Shui were brought out by Li Xiaobai from the Ancient Battlefield. It made her shiver all over; was it really okay to discuss such classified matters so openly in front of her?
Could it be they’ve decided to kill to silence witnesses, thus speaking so recklessly?
“To be fair, that guy came not only to show off; he’s about to take action.”
Yu Huan Shui casually scribbled on paper while speaking at ease.
Li Xiaobai’s expression shifted slightly: “What do you mean?”
“He came to draw our attention with words, but secretly and stealthily buried something in the soil. Earlier, when he paced back and forth in front of little brother, he was actually flattening the soil.”
“Though his cultivation level isn’t remarkable, his mind is ruthless. He would live quite comfortably if he managed to get out alive.”
Yu Huan Shui remarked casually.
“He buried something?”
Li Xiaobai asked curiously, glancing at Ye Wushuang. His senior sister appeared indifferent, while Wang Ruoying behind was inquisitively drawing near to help dig up the soil ahead.
Just as Yu Huan Shui described, beneath lay a talisman, its pattern complex and glowing faintly.
Around the buried talisman, small stones and plants were being drawn by some force, starting to move methodically, eventually gathering into lines towards two sides.
“This is a node of some Formation. Liu Yun buried it here, treating this place as part of the formation pattern—does he plan to set up an array here?”
Wang Ruoying exclaimed in shock. Liu Yun was daring—within the day, all cultivators would return here awaiting the opening of the spatial passage, yet he secretly laid down formation patterns with grand ambition.
“Once the plants and stones fully sketch the totem, the Formation should activate.”
Li Xiaobai touched his chin, expressing admiration. Truly, no fools enter the Ancient Battlefield. This Liu Yun deliberately demonstrated sly arrogance to him, intending to confuse; meanwhile, he conducted even more sinister acts secretly.
Looking at Liu Yun in the distance, engaging various conversations, Li Xiaobai roughly gauged the Formation’s coverage area—it could trap all within it.
A plan to scoop them all up at once.
In the center of the barren land, Liu Yun’s small team continued laughingly, oblivious to the danger looming over them. No wonder Liu Yun managed to split resources evenly; he had long planned to take them down in one fell swoop—how malicious.
Yu Huan Shui suggested: “We’re just victims of unlucky circumstances. How about we retreat a bit and wait for the spatial passage to open before heading out?”
He wished to conceal his tracks, the fewer people noticing the better.
“I will notify the others. Liu Yun must die here today!”
Wang Ruoying, her beautiful face full of murderous intent, got up to walk towards the crowd.
“Why panic? It’s just a Formation. Let him set it if he wants.”
Ye Wushuang glanced at the talisman with disdainful eyes.
“But…”
Wang Ruoying wanted to say something.
Li Xiaobai pointed at the ground, interrupting, “Don’t worry, this Formation doesn’t include us; it didn’t circle us in.”
Their group sat far from the crowd, not close. Liu Yun’s power was limited, only able to ensure the majority falls into the formation first.
“Then let me destroy the talisman. My fellow disciples are inside; I can’t just watch them walk to their death.”
“Young girls tend to be impatient. This talisman was altered long ago by Immortal Ye, and when the Formation activates, it’ll be a show to watch!”
Yu Huan Shui patted Wang Ruoying’s shoulder, grinning.
“Oh, but for such an important matter, why let me know?”
“Surely, several seniors have decided my future path already?”
Wang Ruoying’s smile was stiff; Yu Huan Shui’s increasing grin deepened her unease.
“Do we need to ask? We’re all part of the same team, naturally looking out for each other. Don’t worry; as long as you keep this secret, you’ll be fine.”
Yu Huan Shui chuckled weirdly, while Wang Ruoying broke into a cold sweat.
On the wasteland, Liu Yun returned to his group, seemingly having completed his setup.
Time ticked away; beams of light continuously descended from the firmament, one after another figure stepping out, entering the Formation he laid down.
At the same time, an intangible fluctuation spread in the void, twisting and spinning, as a spatial passage slowly took shape.
Within the spatial vortex, lightning and thunder roared, flames soared, chaotic energies intertwined, steadily constructing.
Someone shouted aloud, “The spatial passage is about to open, everyone prepare yourself, quickly reach out to fellow disciples not yet arrived—the passage will only remain open for two hours!”