77: Chapter 77 Wind and Thunder Heavenly Demon Armor

Another five years passed.

Feiguang Prefecture, Formation Masters Pavilion.

In a quiet room, a jade Formation Plate floated in mid-air, rotating slowly.

Light and shadow intertwined upon it, outlining no longer simple mountain veins or rune arrays, but a phantom of a human face covering nearly half the continent.

Naturally, it was the "Face of Kuafu" outlined by the geography and ley lines of Night Moon Pool, Chaoyang Lake, and other locations.

And at this moment, the "mouth" of this face was being reverse-penetrated by a composite formation pattern that was even more complex, exquisite, and eerie.

Shen Moyan stood before the Formation Plate, his green robes fluttering without any wind.

His eyes reflected every minute change on the Formation Plate.

Fifteen years—a full fifteen years—he had spent researching in the relatively peaceful environment of the Formation Masters Pavilion.

With the guidance of Elder Sun's "reverse thinking," the instruction of a series of Purple Mansion True Men from the Formation Masters Pavilion, and the blessing of the [Person Outside the Formation] achievement...

Shen Moyan finally reverse-engineered, dismantled, and reconstructed the "All Beings Spirit Refining Grand Array"—which originated from Wild Goose Formation True Monarch and aimed to refine the Soul Power of all living beings to forge a nascent soul dao fruit—into what lay before him: [Reverse Array · All Beings Soul Transformation].

"It is perfected."

Shen Moyan whispered, his fingertips lightly brushing over the position of the "Mouth of Kuafu" on the Formation Plate.

The Mouth of Kuafu was, naturally, where Kongsang Prefecture was located.

Through fifteen years of simulation testing, the Reverse Array could now preliminarily use the ley line Dao Rhyme of Kuafu's remains to bypass the surface protection Wild Goose Formation True Monarch had placed on the All Beings Spirit Refining Grand Array, faintly touching the Human-Faced Longevity Fruit Tree at its core.

"Next, I just need to wait for the right opportunity to completely graft this Reverse Array onto it..." His eyes flickered with a sharp light.

His several paper figures Clones in Langya Prefecture had long been prepared, ready at any moment to press the Formation Plate onto Kuafu's facial features.

"Old man Zheng Quan, how will you respond to this move of mine?"

Shen Moyan was naturally not so conceited as to provoke a quasi-Supreme Formation Great Grandmaster.

But any formation master seeing this method for the first time would be stunned.

"Hmm?" Shen Moyan suddenly raised an eyebrow.

The paper figures Clone he kept in the Formation Masters Pavilion for daily activities sent an unusual sensation.

The Formation Masters Pavilion, originally a solemn and majestic place where high-level Cultivators frequently entered and exited the inner pavilion, had suddenly become exceptionally deserted over the past few days.

Several inner pavilion Elders, who usually kept their tracks hidden and possessed at least Guizang Realm cultivation, had vanished one after another in just a few days under the pretense of seclusion, visiting friends, or wandering, their whereabouts becoming a mystery.

Even more intriguing was that the pavilion offered no explanation for this; instead, it tightened security while maintaining a relaxed outward appearance.

Even outer pavilion Cultivators like Shen Moyan were subtly reminded not to leave the Formation Masters Pavilion for the time being if they had no business.

"Collective disappearance... Are they going to the provincial capital of Langya Prefecture to set up a formation?"

Shen Moyan's true body immediately extracted key information from the Clone's observations, combining it with what he had vaguely learned through other channels.

There were rumors in the Formation Masters Pavilion that the provincial capital of Langya Prefecture was secretly preparing some kind of super-giant protective grand array, thus summoning a large number of formation masters.

Shen Moyan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Since the fall of Cangwu Prefecture, the Holy Court—or at least the local resistance forces in Langya Prefecture—had been preparing for the upcoming great war, even seeking help from the nearest major prefecture... Langya Prefecture, Kongsang Prefecture, Jiang Zhiqiu's residence.

The night was deep, yet the study was brightly lit.

Inspector Jiang Zhiqiu's brow was clouded with an indelible exhaustion.

He dismissed his attendants, leaving only "Ren Wuchang," the friend he trusted quite a bit, by his side.

"Brother Ren, the situation... is likely going to spiral out of control."

Jiang Zhiqiu rubbed his temples, his voice raspy.

"The orders from above have arrived. My entire Jiang Family must immediately enter the highest state of combat readiness to defend the three eastern defense lines of Langya Prefecture to the death, especially... Kongsang Prefecture and the surrounding areas."

When he mentioned Kongsang Prefecture, there was a very slight pause in his tone.

A complex and difficult-to-decipher emotion flickered in his eyes, appearing like confusion, yet also like some kind of ominous premonition.

The ancestors of the Jiang Family had once fought a bloody battle against the Kuafu Demonic Fiend here; now, it was his generation's turn.

"People like Deng Jinhua left half a month ago under the pretext of escorting supplies and contacting other prefectures, taking their inner circle and most of their liquid wealth with them without a trace," Jiang Zhiqiu said with disdain, though there was a deeper sense of powerlessness.

"Now within the provincial capital, people are in a state of panic."

"Of those who can and are willing to fight, not even one in ten remains."

"Brother Ren, you have only just promoted to Mortal Transformation, and your combat prowess is not even equal to mine. I'm afraid..."

He looked at Shen Yi, hesitating to finish his sentence.

Shen Yi's expression was calm: "Rest assured, Brother Jiang. Since I, Ren, am in Langya Prefecture, I will naturally advance and retreat together with the Cultivators of Langya."

Hearing this, Jiang Zhiqiu smiled with relief.

"Brother Ren is indeed true to his word."

"In a few days, it just so happens my Elder brother will also come to Kongsang Prefecture. At that time, I will certainly introduce you to him."

..."I am preparing, and Wild Goose Formation True Monarch, the Yao Race, and even the various factions within the Holy Court are likewise preparing."

A chill gathered in Shen Moyan's eyes.

The chess game had reached the mid-game; the competition was no longer just about local calculations, but about control over the overall rhythm and seizing the initiative.

Wild Goose Formation True Monarch was using the remains of Kuafu and the billions of the Human Race in Langya Prefecture as resources to plot for Soul Transformation.

He must also be closely monitoring the movements of all parties, looking for the optimal time to activate the array.

If he waited for the Holy Court or the Yao Race to strike first, or for the provincial capital's protective array to be fully completed, the situation would become even more complex with more variables.

In that case, the intelligence advantage Shen Moyan held from his previous life would also cease to exist.

"It seems the plan must be moved forward."

Shen Moyan took out the yi mo gourd, which he hadn't used for a long time.

Ever since he fed it all the human essence ginseng he had bought, the yi mo gourd had remained silent, as if it had overeaten.

"This time it was fed enough, brewing for nearly twenty years."

Shen Moyan had some expectations for what this true blood of the heavenly demon could do for him this time.

With a thought...

A pool of deep crimson liquid dissipated from the mouth of the gourd.

Shen Moyan could not sense its aura at all.

It was as if the two were in different dimensions.

A red glow flashed in Shen Moyan's left eye as the Heavenly Demon Eye opened.

"The power of this true blood... is extraordinary."

Following the methods in the 'Records of All Artifacts,' Shen Moyan moved his mind, and the true blood of the heavenly demon began to reshape itself.

Shen Moyan's expression was solemn; he did not dare to be the least bit careless.

Following an unorthodox Artifact Refining method called 'Blood Refining Spirit Fusion' from the 'Records of All Artifacts,' his hands formed seals. Biyang mana and Profound Nether mana intertwined, transforming into a Yin and Yang vortex that carefully enveloped the pool of true blood of the heavenly demon.

Sizzle.

The moment the mana touched the true blood, it actually made a sound like a red-hot iron being dipped into ice water.

The true blood churned violently, manifesting countless distorted demonic shadows that let out shrieks reaching directly into the Divine Soul.

Shen Moyan let out a muffled groan, fully circulating the Scripture of Severing All Manifestations to maintain the clarity of his mind.

Simultaneously, he activated the blood control method he had preliminarily grasped from the Primordial Demon Heavenly Book.

He forced out several strands of his own essence blood from his fingertips, which, mixed with powerful Divine Thought, acted like a carving knife to forcibly merge into the churning true blood, outlining the prototype of a suit of armor.

The temperature in the room plummeted, and thick black frost condensed on the walls.

As time ticked by, fine beads of sweat broke out on Shen Moyan's forehead, only to be instantly frozen.

After an unknown amount of time, the churning true blood finally calmed down, its form stabilizing into a full-body armor that was pitch black, sleekly lined, and covered in minute scale-like patterns.

heavenly demon armor.

The armor floated quietly in the air—dark, deep, and seemingly capable of absorbing all probing Divine Sense.

It did not have the glow of an ordinary Magic Treasure, yet it radiated a suffocating pressure, as if it possessed a life of its own.

Shen Moyan exhaled a long breath, a hint of exhaustion in his eyes, but more so joy.

With a thought, the heavenly demon armor turned into a streak of black light, instantly covering his entire body.

The armor fit perfectly, feeling as light as if it were nothing.

Shen Moyan took out a Spirit Measuring Plate.

This was something he had bought from the inner pavilion of the Formation Masters Pavilion; it could measure the grade of a Magical Artifact.

The Spirit Measuring Plate swept over the heavenly demon armor, and the data appeared.

Shen Moyan was delighted: "Very good. Although it is relatively crude, it is equivalent to a one-time defensive Magic Treasure of the Middle Stage Guizang Realm."

Now, even if he were hit by a True Monarch's Divine Ability, Shen Moyan would have time to recite his Final Stroke.

"Next, the wind thunder wings."

He took out another pair of wings, thin as a cicada's wing and surrounded by green wind swirls and silver lightning snakes.

These were exactly the wind thunder wings he had purchased before the Wanbao Net collapsed.

These wings shimmered with spiritual light and an upright aura, being no weaker than the azure cloud wings.

Shen Moyan followed the same process, drawing out a small portion of the remaining true blood of the heavenly demon and dripping it onto the wind thunder wings.

Ssh!

The moment the true blood touched the wind thunder wings, the originally green and silver wing surfaces were as if dyed with ink, rapidly turning pitch black.

The wind swirls turned into black astral winds, and the lightning snakes became dark purple evil lightning.

The shape of the wings also underwent a subtle change, the edges becoming sharper, resembling the wings of a demon bat, exuding a weird and sinister aura.

wind thunder wings... no, they should now be called wind demon wings. The refining was complete!

Shen Moyan refined the wind demon wings. With a slight thought, the wind demon wings appeared behind his back, flapping gently and immediately whipping up a silent black whirlwind inside the Immortal Cave.

Now, with just a single thought, he could fly out of the outer pavilion and flee ten thousand miles away.

Clad in the heavenly demon armor and bearing the wind demon wings on his back, Shen Moyan's Devilish Qi was solemn, looking like a demon god who had stepped out of the abyss.

Feeling the powerful strength brought by the two demonic treasures, the corners of his mouth curled into a cold arc.

heavenly demon armor for protection, wind demon wings for extreme speed.

Even if Luo Changting failed, Shen Moyan could still rush to the scene via a teleportation array and seize the nascent soul dao fruit.