Chapter 1115: Crossing Calamities by Oneself

"The Myriad Spirits Array, connecting all realms. How could such a strange change occur after the array was completed? Something must have gone wrong."

Overwhelmed by extreme unease, the cultivator was about to shut down the array.

But...

It was already too late.

For some unknown reason, the array suddenly activated on its own.

A massive blood-red eye slowly opened, revealing a strange vertical pupil.

The entire mortal world began to tremble violently.

Countless beams of blood-red light rose from the earth like pillars, converging into the colossal blood-red eye in the sky.

Frozen for a moment, the cultivator's face was instantly consumed by boundless despair and terror once he realized what had just transpired.

Because the moment the blood-red vertical pupil appeared, all living beings in that mortal world were instantly killed.

They transformed into blood-red light and were absorbed by the blood-red pupil.

The cultivator's body trembled uncontrollably, an endless chill enveloping his heart.

Although he had committed significant sins in the past, they were incomparable to the act of instantly slaughtering an entire world of beings.

"We were all deceived; 'Merciful True Immortal' my foot..."

"This is clearly an utterly terrifying evil god!"

Scenes from the past four years flooded his mind, and an unspeakable dread gradually engulfed the cultivator.

But at that moment, the last vestiges of his conscience suddenly roused him from despair.

A glimmer of hope erupted in the cultivator's eyes as he suddenly remembered something: "No, I can't let others repeat my mistake. I must go and inform them quickly..."

The cultivator was about to flee the place in a panicked hurry.

However, he discovered that the blood-red vertical pupil in the sky had, at some point, locked onto him.

Just as the cultivator felt a cold dread, believing he would perish under the colossal blood-red eye, a gentle breeze seemed to sweep across the world, and then, inexplicably, a phantom figure materialized.

It instantly drew the gaze of the blood-red vertical pupil in the sky.

Meanwhile, Li Fan, far away in the Xuanhuang Realm, narrowed his eyes.

He was not unfamiliar with that phantom figure.

"Mr. Bai?"

"Has the rapid, large-scale slaughter of too many beings caused the Immortal-Mortal Miasma to erupt suddenly in a short period, triggering a counter-reaction?"

The phantom figure stood between heaven and earth; though its facial expression was unclear, boundless rage could be felt emanating from it.

The phantom figure's gaze swept across the world, then locked onto the sole survivor there: the cultivator who had set up the array.

The cultivator immediately found himself unable to move, a mortal threat surging within him. He struggled, trying to speak.

The phantom figure paid no heed to his explanations.

A wave of energy instantly crossed thousands of miles, descending from the phantom figure onto the cultivator.

The cultivator's body instantly stiffened.

Then, strands of his hair turned from black to white, and his skin wrinkled, becoming like withered wood...

In the blink of an eye, the cultivator transformed from a middle-aged man into an elder on the verge of death.

Then, he completely turned into a skeleton.

Falling from the sky.

After completing this act of retribution, Mr. Bai's phantom looked upon the empty world, devoid of any other living beings.

A hint of sorrow appeared on its face.

It cast one last, reluctant glance before dissipating with the wind.

In the Xuanhuang Realm, Li Fan slightly shook his head.

"I didn't expect the Immortal-Mortal Miasma to have this form."

"No wonder the cultivators of the Xuanhuang Realm quickly agreed to the proposal of mortal migration back then; they must have discovered this secret as well."

"Every wrong has a perpetrator, every debt a debtor. Go after whoever set up the array; it has nothing to do with me," Li Fan said with a cold laugh.

"It even saved me the trouble of cleaning up myself."

The demise of one villain did not attract the attention of the others.

As one grand array after another was established and integrated into the Soul Refining Network, Li Fan drew ever closer to his ultimate goal in this lifetime.

He gazed at the countless consciousnesses of sentient beings within the Soul Refining Array. Even as the mastermind behind this, who believed himself entitled to disregard everything in the world after attaining 'Returning to Truth,' he still felt a chill down his spine and dared not stare at it for long.

"The power of endless sentient beings is truly terrifying and awe-inspiring."

"I imagine even a True Immortal would be overshadowed in this sea of beings."

Li Fan's mind, akin to ice that had endured for ten thousand years, actually wavered slightly at this moment.

However, his gaze quickly became resolute once more.

"All of this is necessary."

"With the path to immortality severed, even figures like Chuanfa, King Xuantian, and Mr. Bai are trapped here for all eternity."

"Only by finding the true method of liberation can everything ultimately be resolved."

"Otherwise, even if I do nothing, the entire Xuanhuang Realm will ultimately face destruction."

Li Fan's gaze reverted to being utterly indifferent.

Under his instructions, the construction speed of the Myriad Spirits Array accelerated once more.

Finally, this supreme grand array, encompassing numerous mortal worlds, was fully formed.

And just then, five paper figures from the Du'e Sect appeared beside Li Fan once again, right on cue.

This time, they didn't pester Li Fan.

Instead, they all looked towards the sky of the Xuanhuang Realm.

"How strange. How could the Xuanhuang Realm seem to have accelerated out of control just after we dozed off?"

"Could it be that the pull of the Immortal Ruins has strengthened again?"

"Such a bizarre thing hasn't happened in so many years. The magnitude of the change was limited, so we didn't notice it immediately..."

The five small figures chattered among themselves, completely ignoring Li Fan's presence.

After a careful observation, Li Fan realized that these were not the same figures who had occasionally come out to admonish him before.

Instead, they were figures who had never appeared previously.

They seemed to hold high positions within the Du'e Sect, overseeing the monitoring of the Xuanhuang Realm's crises.

Li Fan had no intention of communicating with them.

Instead, he directly activated the array, forcibly retracting them back into the Book of Du'e.

"Hmm?"

Such an unusual movement quickly alerted the five small figures.

They stared at Li Fan, their expressions slowly turning to fear.

"So you've been..."

"Oh no!"

The Book of Du'e trembled violently, its pages flipping on their own without wind, continuously fluttering.

It seemed as though a large number of paper figures were about to pour out of it.

However, before they could achieve anything, under the restraint of invisible power, the five small figures were forcibly pulled into the Book of Du'e.

The book then slowly closed.

But it continued to throb and resist.

Li Fan's expression remained unchanged; he simply continued to reinforce the sealing array.

Until the Book of Du'e became completely still.

"Since you chose to play the ostrich, then stay that way."

"The Xuanhuang Realm doesn't need you to save it."

Li Fan said indifferently, suppressing the Book of Du'e deep within the Five Elements Grotto-Heaven.

The Myriad Spirits Array, the Soul Refining Array of Sentient Beings, was now fully set up.

Li Fan put the final safety lock in place; next, he would prepare to launch his ultimate plan.

"Based on my observations over the past year, I've confirmed that Chuanfa is likely not in the Xuanhuang Realm."

"Just like before."