Accompanied by the methods of the Whale Hunter, an intangible ripple suddenly swept across from here as the core, spreading in all directions. The Great Formation, which the Demon Sect had spent centuries preparing, burst into brilliance on this day.
As if endless blood were emitting light, each ray seemingly refracted the shadow of the past, much like the matter of General Xue, where silhouettes of former people left by the Formation—cruel and heartless, inscribing the blood of all living things into the array; numerous methods infiltrating into the high-ranking nobility.
The desires are heartless, the suffering and wailing of the people, the Sect Master standing with hands behind.
A fake and inferior version akin to a secret realm of General Xue.
On this Formation, scenes of the past were once again displayed in illusory replays.
