Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal-Chapter 226 - 173: Celestial Concealment Enters the Formation, Fiery Flame Scorches the Body—Is This Formation Unsolvable?
Yu Wenjing shot Lin Chang’sheng an angry glare, then turned and left.
This guy is just too much.
She had treated him wholeheartedly, and yet he responded to her like this.
"Little brat, I’ve found you!"
But before Yu Wenjing could get far, a voice rumbled across the sky, like thunder.
Such cultivation was far beyond anything a Golden Core Stage cultivator could muster.
"A thousand-mile transmission? Nascent Soul Divine Consciousness? It’s a Nascent Soul Realm powerhouse!"
Yu Wenjing’s eyes widened, full of shock and terror.
Although she herself had never touched the path of Immortal Dao,
As royalty, she’d at least heard some tales about it.
And the "little brat" this person spoke of—of course, it meant Lin Chang’sheng.
Otherwise, Great Yu wouldn’t warrant a Nascent Soul Realm expert’s pursuit.
"Chang’sheng, Chang’sheng—"
Yu Wenjing hurriedly raced back.
All the resentment she held toward Lin Chang’sheng seemed to vanish in that instant.
Meanwhile, inside the Great Hall, Lin Chang’sheng still appeared completely at ease.
Even if Celestial Concealment Divine Master came, he’d have to break through his grand array first before making a move.
This array would trap Celestial Concealment for a good while, for sure.
If he wanted to leave, could Celestial Concealment really keep him?
But if Lin Chang’sheng ran away, what would happen to the people of Great Yu’s Imperial City?
Would they fall to slavery under the Beimu Immortal Race?
So for this battle, Lin Chang’sheng refused to back down. To face a Nascent Soul powerhouse—even if he might die—he would not shrink.
Buzz—
Suddenly, the Godslaying Blade in Lin Chang’sheng’s hand began to tremble violently, its blade aura flashing bright.
"Perfection?"
Lin Chang’sheng was a bit surprised.
The next instant, endless knowledge about the perfected Unrivaled Sword Technique rushed madly into his mind.
Right now, Lin Chang’sheng felt like an old sword cultivator who’d studied Sword Dao for centuries.
He understood everything there was to know about Sword Dao.
"Chang’sheng, you have to leave! A Nascent Soul Stage expert is coming, you’re no match for him!"
"For the kindness you showed my Great Yu, I can only repay you in the next life!"
Yu Wenjing rushed into the Great Hall again, worry etched all over her words.
Looking into Yu Wenjing’s anxious eyes, Lin Chang’sheng was even more certain he’d made the right choice to stay.
There weren’t many people in this world who cared about him.
He could count them on one hand—and Yu Wenjing was one of them.
Just for her alone, he couldn’t run away from this fight.
"I said I’d protect Great Yu, and I won’t break my word. As long as I’m here, the city stands!"
Lin Chang’sheng rose, gripping the Godslaying Blade, and walked step by step out of the Great Hall.
He knew it wouldn’t be long before Celestial Concealment arrived.
A thousand miles—for a Nascent Soul Level powerhouse—would only take about a stick of incense’s time.
Yu Wenjing stared at Lin Chang’sheng’s departing back toward the gate, feeling warmth flood her heart.
Her whole life, born to the Imperial Family, she’d had little choice.
Even being Empress of Great Yu hadn’t been what she wished for.
The one thing she was grateful for was meeting Lin Chang’sheng.
Though his figure seemed so slight, he’d carved out a sky for her.
"Since you’re not leaving, I’ll stay and fight with you. If you die, I swear I won’t go on living!"
Yu Wenjing spoke every word with utmost seriousness.
And she truly meant it.
If Lin Chang’sheng died defending Great Yu’s last bastion, how could she bear to live on?
She’d rather be buried with Lin Chang’sheng right here.
Lin Chang’sheng paused at those words, his retreating figure halting for a moment—but he didn’t stop moving.
Just hearing that was enough.
He thought Celestial Concealment Divine Master would take a stick of incense’s time to arrive.
But in just half that time, a figure sliced through the skies, pausing above Great Yu’s Imperial City.
The man had white hair and a white beard, fierce and imperious as if ruling the world.
"Little brat, let’s see where you run this time!"
Celestial Concealment’s eyes focused—there was Lin Chang’sheng, just outside the Imperial Palace Hall, staring right back.
He’d assumed Lin Chang’sheng would try to escape.
But Lin Chang’sheng had stayed, waiting for him right here.
It was as if he’d never intended to flee at all.
This left Celestial Concealment totally baffled. What was Lin Chang’sheng planning—was he seeking death?
"You Beimu Immortal Race folks are really unlucky. Your Saint Heir and Saintess both died by my hand—I nearly wiped your whole clan out!"
Lin Chang’sheng smiled faintly as he spoke.
He wanted to provoke Celestial Concealment; if the old man lost his cool and stepped into the array, he’d be in for a world of pain.
"You’ve got nerve. Now that you’ve landed in my hands, I’ll make sure you beg for death!"
Celestial Concealment spat out the words, reaching forward into the empty air, clearly trying to catch Lin Chang’sheng from afar.
"Hmm?"
But the next moment, Celestial Concealment realized that an array surrounded the Imperial City, blocking his magical power.
Preventing him from seizing Lin Chang’sheng.
"Array, huh? No wonder you look so calm. You really think a measly little array will shield you?"
Celestial Concealment sneered.
He was a master at arrays himself; this array might trap someone at the early Nascent Soul stage.
But for someone like him—a true Array Master, late Nascent Soul Realm—it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
"Don’t just talk. If you’ve got the guts, step inside and break the array—then we’ll see!"
Lin Chang’sheng kept up the provocations.
If Celestial Concealment ventured in, even if he could break it, his magic would be heavily drained.
By then, Lin Chang’sheng might just stand a fighting chance.
Boom—
Celestial Concealment slammed his palm down, his vast Nascent Soul Magical Power erupting, shaking the entire array.
Yet it failed to inflict any real damage.
The Imperial City spanned a hundred miles, its foundation rooted in the Earth Spirit Vein, endless spiritual energy feeding the array.
Break it by force? You’d have to shatter the hundred-mile range and destroy the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Veins supporting it.
Even Nascent Soul experts couldn’t do that in a short time.
"Once I break this array, you’ll beg for death!"
Whoosh—
Celestial Concealment Divine Master barked, then plunged headfirst into the grand array.
He was an expert in formations, certain he could destroy this one.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t risk entering at all.
But as soon as the old master entered the array, his face changed dramatically.
Within the array, flames soared everywhere—scorching heat engulfed the land.
For miles upon miles, it was nothing but a sea of flaming mountains.
"This array is built on the land’s foundation, with more than sixty array bases. I must find the array plate and destroy it to break the array. Hm? Wait—there are three array hubs as well? Just what kind of array is this?"
Celestial Concealment Divine Master had entered full of confidence, yet after observing for a moment, he was growing confused.
And it wasn’t just him—even a stronger Array Master would be dumbfounded.
This array combined the powers of several different formations.
Besides the three array hubs, it used the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Veins as array plates, gathering the power of subterranean flames to incinerate everything inside.
The scorching heat was not instantly fatal to a Nascent Soul expert.
But even Nascent Soul powerhouses would have to constantly burn magic to ward off the flames.
With time, even they could run out of magical power.
And then—that would be the day they died.
