361: Chapter 361 Void Divine Crystal

"Secondly..." Fairy Shuiyue looked troubled: "It also requires an extremely rare repair material that is impossible to be born in the Lower Realm—the void divine crystal.

Only a supreme treasure containing the pure Void Origin can remelt the damaged core of the Formation Plate."

"void divine crystal? A Formation Great Grandmaster?"

Lu Yuan stepped forward and looked down at the broken core of the Formation Plate with its severed Formation lines, his brows twitching slightly.

He released his Divine Sense, tracing along those broken Formation lines to investigate.

Immediately, an incredibly vast and complex stream of information, like a boundless sea of stars, surged toward him.

Even with his Divine Soul strength at the Late Stage of the Profound Immortal Realm, he felt a slight wave of dizziness.

The subtlety and sophistication of this Formation indeed far exceeded the limits of the Xuanhuang Realm.

Lu Yuan calculated silently in his heart. Although his attainments in the path of Formations were not weak thanks to various plundered resources and secret methods—making him a top-tier Formation Grandmaster in the Xuanhuang Realm—he still had his limits.

The difference between a Grandmaster and a Great Grandmaster might seem like just one word, but in reality, it was as different as clouds and mud; it was a fundamental leap in the level of comprehension of the Great Dao Laws.

His current Formation attainments were indeed insufficient to repair this Immortal Rank Formation.

As for the void divine crystal, he had never even heard of it.

In a place like the Xuanhuang Realm where the Laws were broken, nurturing ordinary void stones was already the limit. How could it possibly give birth to a 'Divine Crystal' containing Immortal Dao Laws?

"This is indeed a thorny problem.

If I were to rely on myself to study Formations step-by-step and search for the Divine Crystal within the void turbulence, it would take at least several hundred or even a thousand years."

Lu Yuan rubbed his chin, his gaze gradually becoming profound.

But in this world, there was never only one way to solve a problem.

A peerless difficulty that he couldn't achieve, or that would take too much time, might just be a fortuitous encounter for a certain type of 'creature' who could find the answer just by tripping over their own feet while going out.

"It seems I need to find a helper—a peerless helper with Heaven-Defying Luck who can pick up treasures wherever he goes."

The corners of Lu Yuan's mouth slowly curled into an arc that looked somewhat familiar to Fairy Shuiyue, but if those fallen Sons of Destiny could see it, they would absolutely be scared out of their wits.

Every time Lu Yuan showed this kind of smile, it meant someone was about to have terrible luck, or rather, an extremely plump 'leek' was about to meet the sharpest sickle.

...

A few days later.

In the far west of the Xuanhuang Realm, there was a dangerous land that made all Cultivators turn pale at the mention of it, named 'Soul Severing Ridge'.

This Soul Severing Ridge stretched for millions of miles and was shrouded year-round in a layer of gray Evil Qi.

Legend has it that in the distant ancient times, this was a tragic ancient battlefield of a Great War between Immortals and Demons.

Countless Immortals and Great Demons fell here. Their resentment, killing intent, and broken Immortal Dao Laws intertwined, leaving the space here riddled with holes.

The ridge was densely packed with spatial cracks, like the invisible mouths of demons.

There were also various eerie, damaged killing Formations and irrational ancient remnant souls wandering within. It could be said that every step held killing intent and immense danger.

Even Void Immortal experts would perish if they accidentally stepped into certain forbidden zones; it was a death zone recognized by the Xuanhuang Realm as having no chance of survival.

However, at this moment, on the outskirts of Soul Severing Ridge, stood two figures, one old and one young.

"Father, why did you bring me to this godforsaken, gloomy place?"

The speaker was a youth in green robes who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, with sword-like eyebrows, starry eyes, and a handsome face.

He was exceptionally good-looking, with three parts of Lu Yuan's heroic spirit and seven parts of Gu Qingxue's cold and peerless beauty in his features.

He was currently kicking a piece of rubble that had been blackened by Evil Qi, his face full of reluctance and grumbling.

This youth was precisely the son of Lu Yuan and Qin Mengyao, the invincible Son of Destiny born with the Innate Chaos Body and the Luck Golden Dragon above his head—Lu Li!

Time flew by. Over the past ten years, the Qingyun Dao Sect had exhausted the resources of an entire Realm to nurture him. Combined with Lu Li's own cheat-like, abnormal Physique and Comprehension Ability, he had grown from that soft-voiced little toddler into an elegant young man.

His cultivation progress was even more jaw-dropping, rising like a rocket. He had already reached the Peak Void Immortal Realm! Among the younger generation of the Xuanhuang Realm—no, even among the older generation, except for a few like Lu Yuan—he was already an invincible existence, honored by the outside world as the 'Young Immortal King'.

Being successful at a young age, it was inevitable to be proud and arrogant.

But in front of his unfathomable father, Lu Yuan, all his pride was completely restrained. He still maintained that deep reverence and admiration for his father, along with a hint of that small rebellion unique to adolescence, wanting to prove himself.

"The path of cultivation is like rowing a boat against the current; if you do not advance, you will retreat.

Moreover, it lies in the tempering and Epiphany found between life and death."

Lu Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the evil wind.

He looked up slightly at this dangerous forbidden land, his eyes deep and his tone earnest, like a strict yet hopeful father giving his son a profound lesson.

"Lier, although your cultivation has progressed rapidly in the Sect over these years and your talent is unprecedented, most of the battles you've experienced were sparring with fellow disciples or trials arranged by me.

A flower raised in such a greenhouse has the Realm, but lacks true experience in life-and-death combat and the tempering of a heart as solid as a rock."

Lu Yuan turned his head and looked at Lu Li sternly: "This Soul Severing Ridge is full of killing intent, ancient remnant Formations, and spatial cracks. It is perfect for honing your mind and perception.

A true powerhouse must not only be able to kill enemies but also find a chance of survival in desperate situations."

"Go, go deep into it. Use your eyes to observe and your heart to feel.

Remember, unless it is the final moment of life or death, I will absolutely not step in to save you.

Everything depends on yourself."

Lu Li was shaken by his father's righteous words, and his original small complaints vanished instantly.

In its place was a strong desire to prove his strength to his father.

"Yes! Father! I definitely won't let you down!"

Lu Li straightened his chest, a blazing fighting spirit igniting in his eyes.

Although he appeared reluctant on the surface, the adventurous spirit and refusal to lose inherent to a Son of Destiny had been completely triggered.

He drew the long sword from his back with a clear ring, then cautiously yet resolutely walked into the gray mist-shrouded Soul Severing Ridge.

Watching his son's back disappear into the mist, Lu Yuan's originally serious face instantly broke, revealing the cunning smile of an old fox.

"Kid, whether your father can successfully go to the Daluo Heaven depends on whether your treasure-hunting radar is working."

Lu Yuan laughed inwardly.

What tempering of the heart, what life-and-death experience—those were all just high-sounding words to fool a child.