Chapter 629: Heaven's Rain Returns My Rain

At this moment, Liu San interjected from the side.

"Is that true? Such a powerful formation, why have I never heard of it?" He scrutinized Fang Zaiji, his eyes full of disbelief.

Fang Zaiji scoffed, "You are merely a servant, who has never ventured far from the Medicine King Sect's territory your entire life. How can you compare to me, who has traveled all over the world?"

"Furthermore, what kind of people did I associate with back then? Almost all of them were true disciples of the Ten Immortal Sects. It's not surprising for me to know such secrets," Fang Zaiji said proudly.

Liu San didn't get angry at being called a servant. Instead, he retorted sarcastically, "If you're so formidable, why was no one there to help you when you were being hunted? You only survived thanks to the Old Sect Master!"

Fang Zaiji's expression changed, and he said indignantly, "What could I do when the Heavenly Sword Sect issued a kill order? It's already a miracle I survived. If it were you, you'd have long since turned into a pile of bones!"

Seeing that the two were about to continue their argument, Li Fan quickly spoke up and interrupted them.

"Mr. Fang, do you know the name of that formation?" Li Fan asked.

"I don't know that," Fang Zaiji shook his head. "It was mentioned inadvertently by a direct disciple of the Grand Supreme Sect, who was speaking emotionally back then."

"He also said that if the grand formation hadn't been damaged, the situation wouldn't have deteriorated to such an extent."

Hearing this, Li Fan slowly nodded.

"A blade hanging over all living beings, capable of instantly stripping cultivators of their lives. This seems remarkably similar to the Heavenly Profound Spirit-Locking Formation I saw in my previous life."

"Using the power of all beings to lock onto other cultivation worlds. My previous speculation, that the ropes used by the Profound Yellow World to anchor itself in the distant void, appear to have been achieved through this formation."

"Currently, it seems the Myriad Immortals Alliance has restored some functions of the grand formation, but not completely. And this formation was definitely not built by the Ten Immortal Sects. It originated from the much older Profound Heaven Sect era."

Li Fan pondered silently, subtly connecting all the existing clues.

With the additional help of a Dao Integration cultivator, Li Fan began his transfer plan.

The people from the Departing World on the island, including all the awakened Medicine King Sect cultivators, were escorted by Liu San and Fang Zaiji. They boarded the Puxian True Vessel and set off first for Longevity Valley.

"There are still some matters in Congyun Sea that need to be dealt with, I'll come over later," Li Fan said.

Although Liu San and Fang Zaiji were somewhat worried, they could not go against Li Fan's wishes.

So, they could only repeatedly caution him before reluctantly departing.

At this time, many strange phenomena had already appeared within the ruins of Chaoyuan Sect. As reality and illusion shifted, it felt as though one could be transported to ancient times and bring back cultivation techniques, elixirs, and magical artifacts from within the sect. When this news spread, the world was shaken, and cultivators flocked to the site. Amidst them, the group from the Medicine King Sect was not particularly conspicuous.

After dispatching everyone, Li Fan first checked on Tianyang.

In the reinforced Earthfire Return to Origin Formation, all the rare heavenly treasures had already been completely absorbed by Tianyang.

And Tianyang himself seemed to be undergoing a metamorphosis, his puppet body enveloped by a thick layer of black condensed matter.

"Soon," Li Fan thought to himself, "I hope Junior Brother can make it to this grand feast."

Bidding farewell to Tianyang, Li Fan did not return to Congyun City. Instead, he traveled thousands of miles to Yinyin Island.

Under the surveillance of the Formless Killing Intent, Senior Immortal Yin seemed to have recently completed another verification of the secret of the Immortal-Mortal Miasma.

The result was consistent with his previous findings.

He seemed utterly disheartened, slumped motionlessly on the ground for a long time.

Li Fan quietly approached him and perceived a strong aura of death emanating from Senior Immortal Yin.

Senior Immortal Yin, however, showed no surprise at Li Fan's sudden appearance.

He simply ignored him, merely glancing before averting his gaze.

"Fellow Daoist Yin, what exactly did you discover from the Immortal-Mortal Miasma?"

After a long silence between them, Li Fan finally couldn't help but ask.

In his perception, Senior Immortal Yin's cultivation was indeed at the Foundation Establishment stage, without a doubt. Even with his true body standing before him now, Li Fan felt no danger.

"So it was you who was watching me all along," Senior Immortal Yin said suddenly, without answering the question. "I thought it was the damned heavens."

He abruptly stood up from the ground and brushed the dust from his clothes.

Ignoring Li Fan, he walked straight towards the underground chamber on the island.

As he walked, he said, "Back then, I was just an unremarkable, small Qi Cultivation realm cultivator."

"But one day, it rained in my hometown."

"What was horrifying was that all the cultivators around me, all the people I knew, vanished in that rain. Can you imagine that feeling...?"

"One moment, they were talking to you. But right before your eyes, they simply vanished into thin air. The world fell silent, and I frantically searched for these disappeared people. But there was no trace of them."

"It was as if I was the only one left in the world. But I didn't know why I was the only one who remained alive."

"Then..."

Senior Immortal Yin arrived in the passage filled with his collections.

His tone inexplicably became agitated. With a wave of his hand, he conjured a flame, setting his collections ablaze one by one.

Seeing this, Li Fan did not stop him, merely watching as Senior Immortal Yin, whose face seemed to contort amidst the dancing flames, continued to speak.

"The rain kept falling. It overflowed from the river, seemingly about to submerge all the land. And then, along with the raindrops, countless corpses fell from the sky."

"Most were incomplete, just fragments. But there were still some intact skeletons."

"I was almost stunned by this utterly horrifying scene. However, when a relatively well-preserved corpse landed in front of me, I finally understood what true fear was."

As he spoke, Senior Immortal Yin had reached the deepest part of the underground chamber.

Light illuminated the space, revealing countless corpses that looked exactly like Senior Immortal Yin.

Now that Li Fan had advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, he observed even more meticulously. In his perception, these corpses seemed to still be alive.

Their indistinct flesh and blood tissues were undergoing imperceptible writhing.

Senior Immortal Yin pointed at the corpses strewn across the ground, and a look of madness gradually appeared on his face.

"Yes, the one that landed in front of me back then was my own corpse!"

"Furthermore, I saw that all the corpses falling from the sky had faces identical to mine!"

"And they were all smiling at me!"

Senior Immortal Yin's two voices continuously echoed in the underground chamber. The eerie facts he recounted sent chills down one's spine.

"How can such a terrifying thing happen in this world? Can you explain it?" He turned to Li Fan and asked, bewildered.

Li Fan could only remain silent.

"This world is flawed," Senior Immortal Yin said, looking up at the sky.