Chapter 250
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Chapter 250: Changes in the Illusion
The Ten Killing Formation!
Was it a killing formation formed by ten people or an array containing ten killing techniques? Ye Yun didn’t know, nor did he need to. A flood of vast, overwhelming information surged into his mind.
The Ten Killing Formation was impossibly intricate. At the very least, Ye Yun had never encountered such a complex array. Every cultivation technique he’d practiced paled in comparison.
“Master, this Ten Killing Formation is so chaotic and tangled. How do I cultivate it?” Ye Yun asked softly.
“Patience. The Ten Killing Formation allows Foundation Establishment stage cultivators to challenge Golden Core stage experts. Such power isn’t grasped in days. The formation is inherently disordered—each person’s understanding differs. There are no rigid rules, only personal insights. Only by merging the insights of all ten members can its full power be unleashed. Memorize this knowledge first. In time, as you find your own path, you’ll develop your own array to merge with your senior brothers,” Su Hao replied calmly.
Ye Yun gaped. He’d never imagined such a formation existed. The Ten Killing Formation’s uniqueness lay in its variable interpretations. Not everyone could comprehend it, and even those who did would struggle to synchronize ten minds. Was this truly the array that could rival Golden Core stage cultivators?
“If Golden Core stage cultivators used this formation, wouldn’t its power be unimaginable?” Ye Yun blurted.
Su Hao nodded. “Exactly. If ten Golden Core stage cultivators mastered it, they could challenge Nascent Soul stage experts. The Ten Killing Formation’s greatest strength is defying ranks: Qi Refining against Foundation Establishment, Foundation Establishment against Golden Core, and Golden Core against Nascent Soul. Truly miraculous.”
A spark lit Ye Yun’s eyes. If ten Golden Core cultivators mastered this formation, searching for the Heavenly Sword Sect’s treasures in the Great Qin Empire’s capital would become far easier—Nascent Soul experts were rare even there.
“Is this all there is to its practice methods?” Ye Yun inhaled deeply.
“Yes. With trusted allies, this formation will amplify your strength,” Su Hao said, as if reading his thoughts.
Ye Yun frowned. “So… I can teach it to others?”
Su Hao laughed. “The Ten Killing Formation isn’t secret. The Four Peak Masters and sect higher-ups know of it. But cultivating it requires three types of rare spiritual energy. Even the Heavenly Sword Sect struggles to find three Foundation Establishment disciples with such energy.”
Ye Yun’s brow twitched. “What if someone possesses three types alone?”
Su Hao chuckled. “Impossible. No one in millennia has wielded three types solo. Fewer practitioners mean higher energy demands: eight need four types, five need five, four need seven, two need eight. A lone cultivator would need ten types and ten compatible techniques to fuse perfectly. Even a Foundation Establishment novice could then obliterate a peak Nascent Soul expert.”
Ye Yun stood frozen.
“Forget it. No one’s ever gathered ten types,” Su Hao added, aware of Ye Yun’s three types from Shui Qingxuan.
Ye Yun nodded, masking his thoughts. “I hope someone does. I’d love to see that power.”
Su Hao knew Ye Yun dreamed of achieving it himself—a futile hope. No one in ten thousand years had fused ten types or their corresponding methods.
“Focus on comprehension, not fantasies,” Su Hao advised.
Nearby, Chen Ronghua channeled true qi, his light merging into the sky’s colossal blue shadow. Ye Yun sat cross-legged, studying the chaotic practice methods without haste.
Time blurred as he sank into a trance, the world fading. His mind emptied, the formation’s intricacies etching deeper into his soul. Finding his path here required rare fortune. Duanmu Longtai, the top disciple at Foundation Establishment stage four, had taken three months.
“The fastest in history took half a month. No rush,” Su Hao murmured, but Ye Yun heard nothing.
Visions resurfaced: golden-armored warriors radiating murderous intent, their golden light shattering the Ancient Mountain of the Gods and evaporating rivers. A shout could annihilate cultivators a thousand miles away. Their power far surpassed Golden Core, even Nascent Soul.
Yet tens of thousands couldn’t close an inch on the fleeing couple. Their control defied logic—unless their cultivation dwarfed the pursuers’.
The couple turned, smiling faintly. A black-and-white light shot into Ye Yun’s chest.
His body jolted. Eyes snapping open, a glimmer struck distant stone, leaving marks. Lightning crackled around his fists.
“Is this the Ten Killing Formation?”
