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Chapter 1366

The array's suction force grew stronger and stronger, and Qin He's vital energy seeped outwards from the soles of his feet. The pale golden light mist was pulled away by the red light in the patterns as soon as it touched the bluestone slab.

He lowered his eyes, and his feet trembled slightly. A wisp of demonic energy, thinner than a hair, escaped from his body and sank down his feet along his meridians.

This wisp of demonic energy was terrifyingly pure, the result of being forged and refined by the Demon Cloud Millstone. It had no trace of violence, but carried a silence that could devour everything.

The moment the bluestone slab touched the ground, demonic energy spread out silently, like ink dripping into clear water.

Within the crimson array patterns, a faint trace of black appeared, flowing slowly along the lines without attracting anyone's attention.

The Dragon Clan elder stood outside the barrier, stroking his beard and sneering.

The red light on the array grew stronger and stronger, and the stream of light formed by the convergence of essence and energy surged toward the figure in the darkness like a waterfall. He could clearly feel that the ancestor's aura had begun to rise, and his face was full of fanaticism.

"It'll be soon. In just a moment, the Ancestor will be able to regain his Holy Might!"

He turned to his disciples behind him, his voice brimming with barely concealed excitement, and said, "These sacrifices, at least, died a worthy death."

The cultivators inside the formation had long since lost the strength to curse.

On the Xuan Tie warship, the bearded cultivator slumped on the deck, his spiritual energy draining away at an increasingly rapid rate, causing his cheeks to sunken in.

On the bronze warship, several disciples were supporting the dying purple-robed elder, their eyes filled with despair.

Zhou Shan's grip on the axe grew heavier and heavier, and the red light on the axe blade dimmed to just a few embers.

He glanced at Qin He and saw that the other was still standing straight. He gritted his teeth and forcibly used his remaining spiritual power to resist.

A full dozen or so breaths passed.

"Buzz!"

A muffled rumble came from the depths of the array, and the bluestone slab suddenly shook violently, as if a giant beast was crashing down from below.

The red light within the patterns suddenly paused, and the previously stable flow of light flickered and broke for a moment.

The most obvious change is the suction. Just a moment ago, the pulling force was like a leech, but before you could even catch your breath, the suction suddenly surged, becoming even stronger than before.

"What's going on?" Zhao Xiaojia exclaimed in surprise as the array diagram began to tremble violently.

Within the crimson lines, the black streak grew thicker and thicker, like ink seeping through the red silk, spreading rapidly along the lines.

The originally smooth red light was disrupted by the black energy, sometimes stagnating and sometimes surging wildly, causing the entire array to operate in a chaotic manner.

The crimson lightning on the inner wall of the barrier also went mad. The originally orderly arcs of electricity suddenly darted around, and some even struck the feet of the Long family cultivators, exploding into a cloud of black smoke.

The Dragon Clan elder's smile froze on his face. He strode to the barrier, his fingers tracing patterns in the air as he chanted obscure incantations.

No matter how he urged it, the array's abnormal movements did not stop; instead, they became even more violent, and fine cracks began to appear on the bluestone slab.

"What happened? How could this happen?" His face was ashen, his eyes filled with disbelief. "Could it be that the core of the formation has been destroyed?"

Several high-ranking cultivators from the Long family immediately dispersed and searched around the barrier, but after a round, they couldn't find even a trace of anything unusual.

The key to the formation is hidden in the core of the array, enveloped by layers of power, and cannot be touched by anyone except a Saint Realm expert.

The cultivators inside the formation were also bewildered.

The bearded monk touched his cheek; the skin, which had been rapidly sunken, had stopped shriveling.

He tentatively activated his spiritual power and found that the rate of loss had slowed down considerably. He couldn't help but mutter, "This is... the formation collapsed on its own?"

Liu Yuer stood up, supporting herself on the edge of the battle platform, and the frost on her silver sword reformed.

She looked around in confusion, but saw no one making a move. However, the anomalies in the array became more and more obvious, the red light grew dimmer, and the black aura grew stronger.

"Who did it?"

Zhou Shan lowered his voice and asked Qin He, his eyes full of surprise and doubt. He had clearly seen that Qin He had stood still the whole time, without making any unnecessary movements.

Qin He shook his head, his gaze falling on the blurry figure in the darkness. He could sense that the figure's aura fluctuated with the array's movements, sometimes surging and sometimes plummeting.

Half an incense stick later, a crisp "crack" sound rang out.

The cracks on the bluestone slab merged into one, the red light of the array completely dimmed, and black energy completely occupied the patterns.

The violent tremors suddenly stopped, and then the entire magic array began to collapse at a visible speed.

The crimson lightning on the barrier extinguished, and the barrier, gleaming with a cold light, fell down piece by piece like shattered glass.

The suction force that had troubled everyone for so long had completely disappeared.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the darkness at the other end of the magic circle.

The darkness gradually dissipated, revealing a black stone platform suspended in mid-air.

On the stone platform, a figure sat upright; it was Long Qingyun.

Those who saw his face clearly gasped in shock.

He wore a faded dragon-patterned robe, which hung loosely over his body, which resembled a withered tree trunk. His skin was wrinkled like old tree bark, clinging tightly to his bones, and even the bones at his wrists were clearly visible.

What was most horrifying was his face; his sunken eye sockets resembled two black holes, within which burned two eerie red flames, his only remaining life force.

Yet this withered body exuded a vast and abyss-like pressure, more than ten times stronger than the aura of the purple-robed elder, making the cultivators present feel suffocated in their chests and even struggling to lift their heads.

Beneath Long Qingyun's body was also a small array diagram, the array patterns were a strange dark red, the same as the sacrificial array, the faint red light made him look even more sinister and cold.

"Ancestor!" The Dragon Clan elder immediately knelt down, his voice filled with anxiety, "The magic array suddenly collapsed, did something go wrong?"

Long Qingyun ignored him, his crimson flames fixed on the formation as if searching for something.

But as soon as he moved his finger, his body convulsed violently, and the flames in his eyes dimmed slightly.

Just then, the space behind Long Qingyun suddenly distorted.

Black mist surged forth, expanding wildly like boiling ink, and in just a few breaths it condensed into a blurry black shadow as tall as a mountain.

It had no clear facial features and was shrouded in a thick, asphalt-like black mist. Occasionally, a few scarlet points of light would flash through the mist; those were its eyes. Each flash caused fine cracks to appear in the air.

The moment the shadowy figure appeared, the entire space seemed to be put on pause.

The air, which had been flowing, completely froze, and even the scent of the sea breeze vanished. Everyone's breathing became labored, and the spiritual energy within their bodies seemed to be frozen, making even circulation extremely difficult.

The fervor on the old man's face froze instantly, replaced by extreme fear. He staggered back two steps, his legs going weak uncontrollably. If it weren't for the disciples beside him supporting him, he would have collapsed to the ground long ago.

Despite being a powerful being in the Other Shore Realm, he had never seen such a terrifying existence.

The dark figure had clearly just awakened from its slumber; the black mist around it was still churning slightly, unstablely contracting and expanding.

It slowly raised its "head," and the gaze formed by several scarlet points of light in the black mist swept across the entire area with incredible speed, yet it carried an oppressive sense of knowing everything.

His gaze lingered briefly on Qin He, then swept over the cultivators on the bronze warship and the black iron warship before finally landing on Long Qingyun.

Its voice was not childish at all; instead, it was hoarse and piercing, like ancient iron grinding against each other, with each word carrying a power capable of shattering the soul: "True demonic energy, how could it appear in this realm?"

Qin He's heart tightened, and the demonic cloud millstone in his dantian instantly began to spin.

He could sense that the enormous shadow wasn't locking onto him, but rather sensing the wisp of demonic energy scattered within the array, as if it had been awakened by that wisp of demonic energy.

Long Qingyun was also stunned. The flames in his eye sockets flickered violently. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but only managed to utter a hoarse gasp.

Inside and outside the formation, everyone froze in place, staring at the mountain-like black figure, forgetting even to breathe.