Chapter 667: 633: Rain from Heaven, Rain of Replication

Chapter 667: Chapter 633: Rain from Heaven, Rain of Replication

At this point, Liu San interjected.

“True or false? How come I’ve never heard of such a powerful Array Technique?” He scrutinized Fang Zaiji, his eyes full of disbelief.

Fang Zaiji snorted coldly, “You are nothing but a humble servant who hasn’t traveled far from the Medicine King Sect’s territory in your entire life. How can you compare to someone like me, who has traveled everywhere?”

“Moreover, the people I befriended back then were all extraordinary figures, with nearly all of them having received the true inheritance of the Immortal Dao Ten Clans. It’s not surprising that I am aware of such secrets.” Fang Zaiji proudly declared.

Liu San didn’t take offense to being called a servant. Instead, he strangely argued back, “If you’re so great, how come no one helped you when you were being pursued? Were it not for the old sect leader, you wouldn’t have survived!”

Fang Zaiji’s face changed, he indignantly retorted, “What could I have done when the Heavenly Sword Sect issued a death order against me? Surviving their pursuit is already a testament to my luck. If it were you, you would have turned into dry bones long ago!”

Seeing that the two were about to start arguing again, Li Fan quickly spoke up to interrupt them.

“Mister Fang, do you know the name of that array?” Li Fan asked.

“I’m afraid not,” Fang Zaiji shook his head. “It was an offhand remark made by a direct disciple of the Supreme Sect in a moment of reflection.”

“He also said that if the Great Array had not been damaged, things wouldn’t have deteriorated to their current state.

Li Fan nodded slowly after hearing this.

“A blade hanging above everyone’s heads could instantly strip a cultivator of their life. This seems extremely similar to the Tianxuan Soul Locking Array I saw in my previous life.”

“Using the Power of All Living, it targeted other Immortal Cultivation Worlds. My previous speculation – that the Xuanhuang World had used this Array Technique to anchor the cord in the distant void – appears to be correct.”

“From what we can see now, the Alliance of Thousands of Immortals seems to have repaired some functions of the Great Array, but not fully. And this Array Technique definitely isn’t constructed by the Immortal Dao Ten Clans, but originates from the more ancient era of the Mystic Sky Sect.”

In Li Fan’s careful considerations, he slowly connected all the available clues.

With the assistance of an Integration Cultivator, Li Fan began his relocation plan.

The people on Bodhisattva Island, including all the awakened cultivators from the Medicine King Sect, were escorted by Liu San and Fang Zaiji. They took the True Boat of Pu Xian and went ahead to the Valley of Eternal Life.

“I still have some matters to deal with in the Misthaven Ocean, I will arrive shortly,” Li Fan said.

Although Liu San and Fang Zaiji were somewhat worried, they couldn’t go against Li Fan’s wishes.

So they could only repeatedly emphasize their concerns and then reluctantly departed.

At this time, there were many strange sightings in the ruins of the Chaoyuan Sect. Between the fluctuations of reality and illusion, it felt like stepping back into the ancient past, and being able to bring back the sect’s Techniques, elixirs, and magic tools. As news spread, it caused a shake up in the world, attracting an endless stream of cultivators. Among them, the group from the Medicine King Sect didn’t attract much attention.

After sending the others away, Li Fan first checked on Tianyang.

In the enhanced Terrestrial Flame Genesis Array, all the earthly and worldly treasures had been completely absorbed by Tianyang.

And Tianyang himself seemed to be undergoing a transformation with his puppet body wrapped in a thick layer of black substance.

“Almost there, I hope you can make it in time for this feast, little junior brother,” Li Fan thought to himself.

After saying goodbye to Tianyang, Li Fan didn’t return to Misthaven City, but covered a great distance and landed on Yin Ying Island.

Under the watchful eyes of the Formless Killing Machine, Yin Shangren seemed to have once again validated the secret of the Immortal-Ordinary Miasma not long ago.

The result was consistent with the previous one.

He seemed to have entirely given up, sitting on the ground with a dull look, not moving for a long time.

Li Fan quietly came over to him and felt a strong intent of death from Yin Shangren.

As for this sudden appearance of a cultivator, Yin Shangren didn’t seem to be surprised.

But he ignored him, giving him only a glance before withdrawing his gaze.

“Comrade Yin, exactly what did you find out from the Immortal-Ordinary Miasma?”

After sitting in silence for quite a while, Li Fan couldn’t help but ask.

In his perception, this Yin Shangren’s cultivation was indeed no different from anyone at the Foundation Establishment stage. Even with himself standing in front of him, he didn’t perceive any danger at all.

“So it was you who has been watching me.” Yin Shangren didn’t answer, but suddenly said such a sentence. “I thought it was the old thief in the heavens.”

He abruptly stood up from the ground, dusting off the dust from his clothes.

Ignoring Li Fan, he headed straight toward the basement of the island.

As he walked, he continued, “Back in the day, I was just an ordinary Energy Refining Cultivator.”

“But one day, a rain fell in my hometown.”

“The horrible part is that all the cultivators and familiar people around me disappeared in the rain. Can you imagine that feeling…?”

“One moment ago, they were still talking to you. But under your watch, they just disappeared out of thin air. The world turned silent, and I searched frantically for the missing people. But I found nothing.”

“In the world, it seemed as if I was the only one left. But I don’t know why I’m still alive.”

“Then…”

Yin Shangren arrived in the corridor filled with his own collections.

His tone was strangely agitated, and with a wave of his hand, a flame ignited, setting his collection on fire.

Upon seeing this, Li Fan didn’t stop him; he just watched as Yin Shangren, whose face was constantly changing in the dancing fire, continued telling his story.

“The rain kept falling. Overflowing from the river, it seemed to submerge all the land. At this time, along with the raindrops, lots of corpses began to fall from the sky.”

“Most were incomplete, just fragments. But there were a few intact corpses.”

“I was almost scared out of my wits by the horror of the scene. However, when a well-preserved corpse landed in front of me, I learned what true fear meant.”

As he came to this part, Yin Shangren had already reached the deepest part of the basement.

The light rose, revealing countless corpses identical to Yin Shangren.

Now that Li Fan had advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, his observational skills were even greater. In his senses, these corpses seemed to still be alive.

The vague flesh and blood were squirming in a way that couldn’t be detected by the naked eye.

Yin Shangren pointed to the corpses scattered all over the ground, and madness gradually appeared on his face.

“That’s right, what fell before me was my own corpse!”

“Even more so, I saw that all the faces on the corpses that fell from the sky are exactly like mine!”

“And they were all laughing at me!”

Yin Shangren’s echoing dual-tone voice, recalling the bizarre events, gave off a chilling feeling.

“How can such a horrible thing happen in this world? Can you explain it?” He turned his head to look at Li Fan and asked in a daze.

Li Fan could only respond with silence.

“There’s a problem with this world,” Yin Shangren lifted his head, gazing at the sky.