162: Core area, large formation protection

Whoosh!

In Mingshui Heaven, a great river flowed, and the sound of rushing water echoed.

Countless players poured into it, exploring for treasures, hoping to obtain resources for advancement.

Midnight Gao Sou entered from the sky, flying very fast, but as he went deeper, the pressure he felt on his body grew heavier and heavier, eventually forcing him to land by the river.

Undoubtedly, there were still Formations inside Mingshui Heaven, restricting Cultivators from flying.

Midnight Gao Sou became even more excited because such Formations were not present in Green Emerald Heaven, which indicated that Mingshui Heaven was indeed of a higher level and very likely contained more exotic treasures.

“Can your soul body cover the area?”

Midnight Gao Sou asked Star Fiend in his mind as he walked.

This soul body, who called himself an Immortal Master and a Daoist, spread his soul body out, but immediately retracted it, speaking helplessly:

“No, the spiritual energy in Mingshui Heaven is chaotic after its fall. If my Physical Body were still intact, I might be able to probe and calculate a bit, but now it’s heavily interfered with, and I can’t see clearly at all.”

Midnight Gao Sou had a similar feeling; his soul body was not weak and could cover a considerable area.

But after covering it, the outer spiritual vision was almost a hazy blur, and the inner spiritual vision was also somewhat vague and not very clear.

The Grotto-Heaven fell from the void, stirring the Spiritual Veins, bringing about significant changes that would take a long time to dissipate. Perhaps only Golden Core Cultivators could ignore it.

Midnight Gao Sou had no choice but to follow the great river, looking up towards the towering Spirit Peak, hoping he hadn't chosen the wrong direction.

The environment of Mingshui Heaven was generally a forest with a large river running through it, and buildings were constructed along the river.

Going upstream, the altitude gradually increased, and layers of mountains began to appear, with the pavilion buildings also becoming more layered, looking very magnificent.

Midnight Gao Sou couldn't fly, so he had to walk uphill. Along the way, he naturally encountered many players, and with his strength, he killed all of them without suspense.

But when he arrived at the foot of a mountain, he encountered trouble.

The mountain peak was towering, about several thousand meters high, with winding and steep mountain paths that were extremely dangerous. Spiritual plants stood tall, looking lush and very fresh.

Behind this Spirit Peak, there were layers of peaks, each higher than the last, some even hidden in the clouds, their full appearance invisible.

A translucent white-green barrier enveloped the mountain peak, operating quietly without any movement.

At the foot of the mountain was a small village with houses made of blue bricks and white tiles. Although long abandoned, under the protection of the Grotto-Heaven, they had not decayed for a long time, maintaining their original appearance perfectly, as if allowing people to see the past.

For example, Midnight Gao Sou now saw players drawing water from a well to drink, and other players who had caught chickens from who knows where, were slaughtering them, while still others were starting fires, preparing to feast.

They were treating this like a farm stay.

“Gao Sou!”

A player in the village waved at Midnight Gao Sou, smiling: “How about we call a truce for now?”

Midnight Gao Sou looked at him. This person was wearing black armor, with a greatsword at his waist, and was also an Immortal Foundation Cultivator, very strong in combat.

Before the Grotto-Heaven opened, he led several guilds against the Great Love Sect, making Midnight Gao Sou feel extremely troublesome.

Midnight Gao Sou then scanned the other people in the village, about thirty-odd individuals. Considering the distance and speed, those who could reach here were at least of Mortal Foundation, all strong individuals.

The key was that they were all gathered in the village, even somewhat relaxed, and not planning to continue upwards.

This surprised Midnight Gao Sou: “What are you doing here? Why aren’t you going up the mountain?”

Everyone knew that the most important area of a Sect must be on the Spirit Peak, and the Grotto-Heaven would definitely be no exception.

After finally reaching the foot of the Spirit Peak at the first opportunity, they should definitely press on upwards. These players were too abnormal.

“Can’t go up.”

The black-armored player sighed: “From this mountain onwards, it should be the core part of Mingshui Heaven. Behind it is an entire mountain range, with extremely abundant Spiritual Qi. Just a little bit escaping from the great Formation can benefit us immensely.”

Midnight Gao Sou frowned: “Great Formation?”

He immediately remembered that in Green Emerald Heaven, the core area was also protected by a great Formation.

“I remember that the great Formation in Green Emerald Heaven broke because the fated individuals of the Kongming Lineage kept increasing, causing the great Formation to naturally retract, and was later shattered by the powerhouses of the Three Great Sects…”

Midnight Gao Sou thought for a moment and said.

The black-armored player nodded: “We all know this, so if we want to get in, we have to wait for time, wait for enough fated individuals.”

This left Midnight Gao Sou speechless.

He looked at the expressions of the others around him, who clearly looked at him with some resentment.

If it weren’t for the Great Love Sect blocking other players from entering, the number of players pouring into Mingshui Heaven would have increased exponentially, and there would definitely be countless Heaven Void Profoundless Art practitioners among them. These were all fated individuals of the Kongming Lineage.

Midnight Gao Sou also secretly regretted it. He found a secluded stone bench and sat down, sighing.

‘No wonder the Three Great Sects didn’t reject Loose Cultivators from entering the Grotto-Heaven. So that’s how it is… Alas, greed backfires.’

Midnight Gao Sou wished he could slap himself.

After all, he was a young evil Cultivator, incomparable to powerhouses with Sect backgrounds. He had too little experience, and the strategies he made would naturally have some deviations.

Star Fiend, however, spoke:

“I didn’t mention this before because the Cultivation Technique I taught you is also considered part of the Kongming Dao Lineage, so the Great Love Sect Cultivators are inherently fated individuals.”

“But now, it seems the situation is a bit off.”

Midnight Gao Sou was stunned, not quite understanding.

“The great Formation has no movement, and the Grotto-Heaven has no reaction. This indicates that my Lineage has been kicked out of the Kongming Dao Lineage…”

“Can you even be kicked out of a Dao Lineage?”

Midnight Gao Sou was stunned, feeling it was somewhat unbelievable.

Star Fiend laughed:

“What do you think a Dao Lineage is? Same source Cultivation Technique, skill, Legacy?

“Yes, and no.”

“For Mortals, master-disciple Legacies can still be severed, religious scriptures can still be altered. How can our Cultivators’ Dao Lineage remain unchanged?”

“My Lineage must have displeased some Nascent Soul, severing the Karma and kicking us out of the Dao Lineage, alas.”

Star Fiend’s words carried a hint of helplessness.

Midnight Gao Sou was a bit dumbfounded: “Then doesn’t that mean all of us are renegades who have been kicked out of Void Gazer? Will there be any problems entering Mingshui Heaven now?”

Before he could get an answer, he saw a faint blood mist coming from afar. It was very weak, and if it weren’t for being an evil Cultivator, one wouldn’t even be able to see it clearly.

But Midnight Gao Sou understood that this should be from the outer perimeter of the Grotto-Heaven. The fact that it still transmitted over such a long distance meant that there were evil Cultivators slaughtering there.

At this moment, the great Formation protecting the Spirit Peak suddenly flashed with streaks of light.

The players resting in the village all stood up, their numbers unknowingly approaching a hundred. They all stared at the great Formation, also wary of each other.

Midnight Gao Sou frowned, feeling that something was wrong. This great Formation wouldn’t be about to strike at them, the evil Cultivators, to cleanse its ranks, would it?