True Water Thousand Illusions Formation

In the night sky, a shooting star streaked across the firmament, flying toward the Luandao Waters. Everyone present was a Foundation Establishment cultivator. With their sharp eyesight, they could clearly see that the shooting star closely resembled a flying sword. Judging from its momentum, the master of this flying sword was undeniably a Core Formation master! It was just unknown whether it was a senior on their side or a villain from the Heaven-Traversing Alliance. A commotion rippled through the crowd, accompanied by a wave of whispers. With so many Core Formation experts from the Lesser Cold Domain gathering together—even the Island Master and Vice Island Masters of Stargazing Island had mobilized—they reasonably shouldn't be so easily defeated, unless the Heaven-Traversing Alliance had deployed Nascent Soul masters. Before the person even arrived, a voice rang out. "All False Core disciples! Step forward!" The voice rolled like thunder, drowning out the sound of the flying sword as it carried from afar. Someone showed an expression of relief and shouted in pleasant surprise, "It's Martial Uncle Di! It's Martial Uncle Di's voice! It's not a Heaven-Traversing Alliance villain!" Qin Sang looked toward the source of the shout and found that it came from where the Yuanshen Sect disciples were gathered. The newcomer was a Core Formation expert of the Yuanshen Sect. Yet he wondered, for what reason was this Core Formation cultivator surnamed Di ordering the False Core cultivators to step out? Could it be that the battle ahead was so fierce that it required reinforcement from False Core disciples? Qin Sang worried inwardly. After the False Core disciples, it would be the turn of late Foundation Establishment cultivators like them. In a place like this, there was simply no chance of escape. Teng Zhaogang also knitted his brows tightly. Defying orders was utterly out of the question, so he could only let out an imperceptible sigh and turned his head to say, "Junior Brother Qin, Junior Brother Zhan, I'll leave things here to you for now." "Don't worry, Senior Brother Teng!" Qin Sang and Zhan Yi cupped their hands, watching Teng Zhaogang fly out of the crowd atop his flying sword and soar into the sky alongside several other False Core experts to greet the Core Formation cultivator surnamed Di. In the blink of an eye, the Core Formation cultivator surnamed Di steered his flying sword above the Luandao Waters. The sword light abruptly vanished, and the flying sword disappeared along with it, retrieved by a middle-aged man. To the naked eye, one could not detect anything unusual about this Core Formation cultivator's condition after a great battle. His gaze and expression were completely unruffled, like an ancient well. He was evidently someone who kept his emotions completely hidden, a man of deep calculation. However, Qin Sang keenly noticed that the hem of the robe worn by the Core Formation cultivator was actually torn! Suspended in midair, the Core Formation cultivator glanced at the False Core disciples and nodded slightly. Then, with a wave of his right hand, several disc-shaped items flew from his palm and came to rest before Teng Zhaogang and the others. "This is one of my Yuanshen Sect's sect-guarding grand formations—the True Water Thousand Illusions Formation. Quickly refine these restriction implements and assist me in setting up the formation here!" The Core Formation cultivator didn't conceal his voice, so everyone behind heard him loud and clear. Hearing the name of the True Water Thousand Illusions Formation, Qin Sang couldn't help but look at those discs. The Yuanshen Sect was the sect in the Lesser Cold Domain most adept in the Dao of spirit formations. He had heard of the True Water Thousand Illusions Formation before; it was said to rank near the top among all of the Yuanshen Sect's formations. One could tell from these extraordinarily intricate restriction implements alone that the formation's power was certainly formidable. The core of the spirit formation had to be personally controlled by the Core Formation cultivator; the discs in the hands of Teng Zhaogang and the others served merely as auxiliary aids. Qin Sang was not skilled in the Dao of spirit formations, and he had only seen a handful of restriction implements with his own eyes. The most powerful among them was the Four Clouds Divine Restriction set that Zhao Yan had brought out back at the Yuanzhao Sect. The Four Clouds Divine Restriction had only four spirit flags and a piece of warm jade as its formation core. The complexity of the True Water Thousand Illusions Formation was far beyond what the Four Clouds Divine Restriction could match. A daring person asked loudly, "Senior Di, why set up a formation in the Luandao Waters? Are we preparing to wage a major battle against the Heaven-Traversing Alliance here?" The Core Formation cultivator swept his gaze across the crowd, paused in thought, and raised his voice: "There is no harm in telling you. The Island Master has already decided to relocate Stargazing Island here, relying on this area to confront the Heaven-Traversing Alliance. This set of restriction implements is merely a foundation. Going forward, the power of the spirit formation will be progressively reinforced, which concerns your future safety..." "Senior Di, how is the battle up front going? Was Senior Fang rescued?" "Do we have to stay here the whole time?" ... For a time, everyone asked questions without end, creating a commotion. The Core Formation cultivator ignored them. Sitting cross-legged in midair, four more discs of similar appearance—yet far larger than the previous ones—flew out and hovered before him. The four large discs hummed. Each was inscribed with vortex-like patterns that seemed to come alive at this moment, beginning to devour the moisture of heaven and earth. Having received their orders, Teng Zhaogang and the others took their assigned discs and, following a peculiar pattern, each chose one of the large discs and darted beneath it to refine them. The large discs were like bottomless pits; a continuous stream of water vapor was swallowed by the vortexes, yet they could not be filled. This place was deep within the Yuncang Great Marsh, where water vapor was abundant. In an instant, endless water vapor converged around the large discs, condensing into physical substance. Even the lake water below felt the suction from the vortexes, transforming into water dragons that soared upward. At this moment, the large discs looked like four immense fountains above the Yuncang Great Marsh; one could only see hazy moisture, unable to glimpse the discs themselves. Bathed in the water vapor, Teng Zhaogang and the others could no longer be clearly seen, and one could not tell how they fared. Right then, the Core Formation cultivator finally finished his hand seal. He paused slightly, then brushed his hand over his mustard seed bag, unexpectedly retrieving a fist-sized glob of spiritual liquid. This glob of spiritual liquid flowed within his palm, resembling clear water—exceptionally limpid, colorless, and odorless. Yet when Qin Sang focused his gaze upon the liquid, he felt an obscure, peculiar resonance within its flowing motion that held his eyes captive. Warning bells rang in Qin Sang's heart. He forcibly tore his gaze away, breaking out in a cold sweat. He then noticed that most of the people around him were just as he had been, staring at the spiritual liquid with infatuation written across their faces. The Core Formation cultivator channeled his spiritual power with all his might, pouring it into the spiritual liquid. The spiritual liquid floated up from his palm of its own accord and rapidly expanded, growing larger and larger until it reached its limit, whereupon it abruptly dispersed into a cloud of mist. A gust of spiritual wind blew through, scattering the mist. In an instant, the starry expanse above everyone vanished, replaced by dense, overcast clouds. *Crash!* A tempest of wind and rain struck suddenly! Bizarrely, these raindrops seemed nonexistent, passing right through their bodies; yet when they hit the water, they kicked up massive sprays of splash. Meanwhile, the surrounding moisture grew denser and denser. *What a powerful spirit formation!* Qin Sang marveled inwardly. The torrential rain poured down, and the world grew ever gloomier. Beyond the spirit formation, everything sank into endless darkness, blinding them to the outside world; one could not tell just how vast a region the True Water Thousand Illusions Formation could affect. At this moment, Qin Sang suddenly heard Teng Zhaogang's strained voice: "Junior Brother Qin, Junior Brother Zhan, come quickly and help me..." Qin Sang and Zhan Yi exchanged a glance, secretly appalled. Even with Teng Zhaogang's cultivation at the False Core stage, operating a mere auxiliary disc was proving too much for him to endure. The two dared not delay and hastily leapt into the air, while several others made the same move at the same time.