eurekapd Chapter 282 I am a little fish (37)
Chapter 282 I am a little fish (37)
Thus, by combining legends and fragments of information, the events that occurred before the destruction of Lingkui Immortal Abode can be pieced together to a reasonable extent.
Jingli pinched the bridge of her nose, now bringing her thoughts back to the present. What does this formation correspond to?
The information Ah Huo brought revealed three key mechanisms of the formation: first, the daily massacres using various formations; second, the moving snow blocks; and third, the puppet space that appears at night.
Jingli didn't think that the slicing shapes on the snow mountain were meaningless. Just like the sand and the moon in the first formation, they had a certain meaning for the Spirit Puppet Immortal Abode. They represented the remembrance of the deceased. The insurmountable sea of sand was a metaphor, and the moon should be their faith. Jingli captured similar totems in the illusions of the later formations.
The later formations also have corresponding counterparts. For example, the mirror formation that 6058 and the others experienced is related to the devouring and identity swapping in Jingli's storyline. The high-temperature formation is related to puppet making, and the mechanical formation is related to war.
What about the snow-capped mountains here?
Jingli squinted as she looked outside. Unlike normal mountain ranges that are gentle and continuous, the area outside the cave had distinct outlines and was straight and upright.
"Ah..." His eyes slowly widened, and he got goosebumps all over his body again.
Meng Li had just finished a round of her cultivation technique when she heard Jing Li's soft exclamation and cast a questioning look at him.
At this point, Jing Li no longer concealed any clues. He had already organized most of the clues, concealing the information provided by 6058 and mainly using the clues they obtained as a starting point to explain his speculations to Meng Li.
Then, naturally, the thought about the formation came up: "Fairy, the temperature here is low, and everything is square. Don't you think this place is like..."
His Adam's apple bobbed, and he unconsciously lowered his voice: "The place where the coffins are stored...?"
As Jingli spoke, Meng Li's expression turned serious.
She changed the subject abruptly: "Protect me first."
Then, he circulated his spiritual energy again, closed his eyes, and entered a meditative state.
Jingli had no doubts about Mengli's actions and consciously surrounded Mengli with energy to prevent the shadows from surging.
Unlike the previous formations, this formation doesn't contain too many shadowy figures, far from enough to affect a person's condition.
Jingli didn't believe that the formation could be so "purely benevolent," and that those shadowy figures might be hiding at night.
At this moment, Meng Li was setting up a detection spell. She had already adjusted her state and was only using half of the power originally planned, so the spell's activation time was naturally shortened.
Having completed her investigation, Meng Li opened her eyes and gently exhaled.
"The area I can explore now is smaller than I had previously thought, but I can ensure that we get there in time."
She stood up, straightened her skirt, and waved for Jingli to follow.
"If what you say is true, then the puppets that Fen Chun mentioned are very likely to have absorbed the souls of people during the day and been awakened at night."
Jingli was slow to realize for a while before she remembered that Fenchun was Ah Huo.
Meng Li drew a picture with her hand, and an air shield appeared beside the two of them, containing all the images that Meng Li could monitor.
The entire enclosure is white, and when shrunk down, it looks more like a pixelated little world.
While keeping an eye on what was happening inside the cover, Meng Li continued.
"Actually, before I became the Grand Preceptor, I had some guesses that these formations might have existed before the destruction of the Spirit Puppet Immortal Abode, with the purpose of making any outsider, no matter where they came from, become a dead soul within the formation."
Jingli blinked her eyes, which were a little dry from the cold. Meng Li's words, which transcended the formation and the blessed land itself, left Jingli somewhat dazed.
"So these formations were originally designed to create puppets, and we are just the materials."
Jingli thought of the puppet's body, which served as the core of the formation.
They emerged from the formation, so the formation's core became their spoils.
But if they don't come out, then they are the spoils of war of the formation's core.
This time, it was because of Lu Mingguang and Jing Li's presence that these array nodes were able to be subdued.
But what if they're not there?
They would emerge from one formation and enter another, in an endless cycle, until everyone who entered the blessed land died.
What will happen then?
"Ah."
Meng Li suddenly chuckled softly. Jing Li looked at her and saw that there was also a smile in her eyes. She was genuinely happy, but there was a hint of mockery in her happiness.
Perhaps because she was in a good mood, Meng Li kindly explained the situation to Jing Li.
“These array nodes cannot be subdued normally. Even if we come out of the array, we will enter the next array. Without your talent to protect you, the cultivators who enter the array will go crazy and become nourishment for it.”
She casually fiddled with the air shield, seemingly nonchalant, but actually carefully observing the situation in every direction.
"Then, parts of these puppets may be awakened and assembled together, and then, those who leave the blessed land will probably not be the cultivators who came in."
Jingli felt a chill again.
What emerged were bizarrely assembled puppets, carrying the souls of an entire former nation and newly arrived cultivators, filled with boundless resentment, further amplified by the Rebirth Bell.
Jingli couldn't imagine what kind of impact such a thing would have on the world.
Jingli suddenly had a hallucination, as if the cards he had stored in the system space were getting slightly warm, just waiting for the right moment to assemble themselves, then crawl out of the system space and devour them.
But Jingli's thinking was clearly still superficial, as Meng Li then said:
"No wonder people say that this blessed land may be hiding a crack."
Jingli gasped.
Yes, at that time, this puppet will be blessed with the power of time and space and the power of the Heavenly Dao. If it really comes into the world, this blessed land will probably become a rift, a passage connecting this world with the world created by Sefosi.
Will the world still be intact by then?
Jingli felt goosebumps all over as she thought about the black mist they had seen since entering the blessed land.
The little spring pie in her arms seemed to sense her owner's unease, and hummed softly twice. It tightened its two chubby little hands and patted them rhythmically, as if to soothe her.
Jingli's mood miraculously eased a little.
So, the fact that the fragments of Spring Begins are here is probably related to this.
Because of them, the fragments of Spring's Beginning were able to return.
If they weren't there, even a fragment of Chunqi would likely have some effect if things really came to that.
Jingli hugged the little guy tighter, feeling a pang of tenderness.
No wonder, the little guy is so strong, able to take down an evil cultivator with a single punch, and even fight two against the national advisor and the dancer in the formation, yet he couldn't recover for half a day.
Perhaps it was because that part of the soul had been constantly fighting against the forces within the blessed land that it had become so depleted.
Jingli transferred some energy to him, and the little guy under the cloak relaxed his eyebrows slightly in comfort.
Just then, Meng Li stopped fiddling with her fingers.
"coming."