122: Chapter 122 Ancient Teleportation Array

Lin Xuan crouched down and leaned in to take a closer look.

The engraving method of the Formation patterns was also very unfamiliar, completely different from the basic Formations he had learned.

No, it was not just "different"—it was fundamentally not the same system at all.

He did not recognize a single one of the runes on it.

It was not the Legacy of the Sanyang Sect, nor was it a Formation from any mainstream school on the Tianxuan Continent.

An indescribable feeling welled up in Lin Xuan's heart.

He raised his head, shifting his gaze from the Formation to the stone wall.

On the stone wall, some dilapidated murals could be vaguely seen.

The murals were very blurry, with most having peeled away, leaving only a few small sections that could barely be recognized.

Lin Xuan walked over and, borrowing the thunder light, looked carefully.

The first mural depicted an ocean.

A vast, boundless ocean with surging waves, stretching as far as the eye could see.

On the surface of the sea were countless islands, large and small, scattered like stars in the sky.

The second mural depicted the scene on the islands.

There were human figures, Yao Beasts, and buildings.

The architectural style was very peculiar; they were not the pavilions and towers common on the Tianxuan Continent, but rather a type of spire-topped, curved structure that resembled both seashells and ocean waves.

The third mural was the most severely damaged, with almost nothing visible; only some vague points of light could be faintly seen, looking like... stars?

Lin Xuan stood before the murals, watching for a long time.

Then, he remembered a book.

It was a tattered travelogue he had found in the Library on Emerald Bamboo Peak during his first year after joining the sect.

The author of the travelogue was a Foundation Establishment Cultivator who, it was said, had traveled far overseas in his youth and wrote a book called "Overseas Observations" upon his return.

Most of the content of that book had been lost, leaving only the last few pages.

On one of those pages, the author mentioned a place name—the Luantian Sea.

"The Luantian Sea lies to the east of the Tianxuan Continent, separated by an unknown distance of hundreds of millions of li. I have heard of Nascent Soul Seniors who wished to cross this sea, spending decades, yet ultimately failing to reach the other side..."

When Lin Xuan saw this passage at the time, he had just glanced at it casually and didn't pay much attention.

But now, standing before this strange, ancient Formation engraved with strange runes, looking at the mural of that vast ocean on the stone wall—he remembered those words.

The Luantian Sea.

It was extremely far from the Tianxuan Continent; even if a Nascent Soul Cultivator flew at full speed, it would take decades to fly back.

So, this teleportation Formation—was it a path to the Luantian Sea?

Lin Xuan stood in the center of the Stone Chamber, looking down at the complex Formation at his feet that made his head dizzy, and fell into deep thought.

On the edge of the Formation, sixty-four fist-sized Spirit Stones were embedded.

No—those were not Spirit Stones.

Lin Xuan crouched down and leaned close to one.

The texture of this "Spirit Stone" was completely different from ordinary Spirit Stones.

Ordinary Spirit Stones were translucent, and one could see traces of Spiritual Qi flowing inside. But this one—it was almost completely opaque.

The Spiritual Qi was internalized to the extreme, almost turning into crystal. Spirit Crystal!

This word popped into Lin Xuan's mind.

He had seen in ancient books that Spirit Crystals were treasures formed only when Spirit Stones were compressed under extreme conditions for over ten thousand years.

The spiritual power contained in a single Spirit Crystal was equivalent to thousands of High-Grade Spirit Stones!

Thousands!

He didn't even have a single High-Grade Spirit Stone in his possession; he usually used Low Grade and Medium Grade ones.

And now, there were sixty-four Spirit Crystals in front of him.

Although—Lin Xuan looked carefully.

Of the sixty-four Spirit Crystals, sixty-three were already dull and lusterless, their surfaces gray-white and covered with fine cracks. A gentle touch caused powder to fall off in rustles.

The spiritual power was exhausted.

No, not just exhausted—the very texture of the Spirit Crystals themselves had begun to disintegrate.

This indicated that the time this Formation had existed was far more than "a few thousand years." At least ten thousand years. Perhaps even longer.

Lin Xuan's gaze fell on the last Spirit Crystal.

That Spirit Crystal was in the very center of the Formation and was different from the other sixty-three.

It still had light.

It was very faint; if one didn't look carefully, it was almost impossible to see. But there was indeed a faint, lingering glimmer flowing at the core of the Spirit Crystal, like a star about to go out.

Lin Xuan stared at that Spirit Crystal for a long time.

Then, he made a decision—to get closer and observe it carefully.

He didn't intend to move it, just to look.

He just wanted to know the origin of this Formation, whether it could still be used, and how much longer that Spirit Crystal with the spiritual light could last.

He took a step forward cautiously.

The Pangolin followed behind him, curiously sniffing the Formation patterns on the ground.

Another step.

The Pangolin followed even closer.

Lin Xuan crouched down and reached out his hand—his fingers extending toward the Spirit Crystal that still had a faint glimmer.

He didn't intend to touch it. He just wanted to perceive the fluctuations of spiritual power around it.

But just when his fingertips were less than an inch away from the Spirit Crystal—a sudden change occurred.

His fingertips touched an extremely faint, almost invisible film of spiritual power!

That film was as thin as a cicada's wing and as light as a spider's silk; at the moment of contact, Lin Xuan didn't even have time to react—

"Hum—"

The Spirit Crystal that still had a faint glimmer suddenly erupted with a blinding white light!

The white light was so intense that Lin Xuan had to close his eyes!

Immediately after, the other sixty-three Spirit Crystals also lit up simultaneously!

Not that kind of dull, dying light—but a blinding, intense, radiant light that seemed to return to its prime, so brilliant that it was impossible to keep one's eyes open!

Sixty-four Spirit Crystals lit up at the same time!

The Formation patterns came alive!

Those complex, profound runes, not a single one of which Lin Xuan recognized, began to move, rotate, and reorganize on the ground like living creatures!

The entire Stone Chamber was trembling!

Dust fell from the dome in rustles!

An irresistible suction force surged from the center of the Formation, enveloping Lin Xuan and the Pangolin!

Lin Xuan only had time to do three things—

First, with a thought, he recalled the Pangolin into the Spirit-Taming Tower Space.

Second, he activated the Second-Grade Medium Grade Vajra Talisman stuck to his chest. A pale golden halo instantly covered his entire body, protecting him firmly.

Third, he grabbed the Jade Slip from his Storage Pouch that recorded the observation data of the Thunderfall Ravine and threw it with all his might into the corner of the Stone Chamber!

Then—the white light swallowed everything.

Lin Xuan was awakened by the sound of waves.

It was not the kind of faint, distant sound of waves, but a splashing sound right in front of him, crashing against something, mixed with the salty, fishy sea breeze that poured straight into his nose.

He opened his eyes, and what met his sight was a gray-blue sky.

There were no clouds, clean and clear, as if someone had wiped it with a rag.

He was lying on a rough beach; the sand was not fine, but rather coarse, making his back ache.

The high-tide mark of the seawater was less than three feet away from him; a little further forward, and he would be soaking in the seawater.

Lin Xuan lay still and quickly checked himself first.

His limbs were all there. No missing arms or legs.

His body ached a little, but it was not the pain of broken bones; it felt more like he had been forcefully squeezed by something, with sore muscles and a burning sensation on the surface of his skin.

He turned his head to look at his arm—his sleeves were torn with several holes, and the exposed skin had several fine bloodstains, as if pricked by countless fine needles, but the wounds had stopped bleeding and had formed a thin scab.

The Vajra Talisman had saved his life.

Without that Second-Grade Medium Grade defensive Talisman, the spatial tearing during the teleportation process would have been enough to tear a Qi Refining Cultivator into pieces.

He lay there for a while, waiting for the dizziness to subside slightly, before slowly sitting up.

Then, he saw the sea. A boundless, dark blue ocean.