As if he saw the truth, or perhaps the illusion within the truth, he seemed to have lost his soul, and slowly walked towards the center of the light spot until he reached the end. The darkness was no longer there, and the tiny light spot finally turned into a dazzling sun.
That place was clearly the sacrificial site of the Zhan Tai family. Although Feng Qingyang had never been there, he was very familiar with the costumes of the Zhan Tai family. A blood-red rolling cloud was printed on the side of the dark field.
At the place of sacrifice, there was a three-meter-high altar. On the altar stood a masked man. This man was almost indistinguishable from the human-shaped mountain he had seen. They were simply carved from the same mold.
Below the masked man, there are two groups of Zhan Tai family members, one is the Zhan Tai clan of Jiuyou Star, and the other is from the Holy City of the Far West in the demon clan area. Although the two groups belong to different factions, they both respect one person very much, and that person is the masked man standing high on the altar.
Almost at the moment he walked over, those members of the Zhan Tai clan who were originally looking at the masked man turned their heads and looked at Feng Qingyang who was gradually approaching, with a hint of viciousness and anger flashing in their eyes.
The dazzling murderous intent stirred up the wind and clouds in the air, almost freezing the world. The originally bright sky began to turn dim, and the wind and clouds surged, ready to break out at any moment.
"Is it possible, as long as I step onto this altar, to leave this extremely solid Xuanluo Illusion Formation behind it all by myself?" Feng Qingyang murmured softly, directly avoiding the countless gazes from all directions that could almost kill him instantly.
He moved forward step by step, because he knew that these were all dead people. The real ones had perished in the endless years long ago. The Zhan Tai clan of Jiuyou Star had been uprooted by him, and not a single piece of armor was left. But now they appeared here, and it was obvious that the last remnants of their death had gathered here.
The masked man in the middle is probably the ultimate leader of the Xuanluo illusion array. He can be called the ancestor of the Zhan Tai family, or the Venerable Xuanluo.
Feng Qingyang knew Xuan Luo's name long before he entered the formation. It's not that he could hide it, but he had never been sure of his guess.
Who is Xuan Luo? Xuan Luo is a super formation master in the Middle Ages. Although he does not have the art of formation as his inheritance, he relies on his powerful cultivation and extremely intelligent mind.
He had deduced countless lost formation techniques from the few words about formations that had passed through the years. He had no foundation, but what he had understood was already comparable to Feng Qingyang's formation inheritance.
Although both of them are masters of the art of formation, Feng Qingyang is at most a latecomer.
A rising star, for someone who is proficient in the art of formations, even Feng Qingyang, who has inherited the art of formations, is far behind him.
"Should I call you Senior Xuanluo, or the top master of the magic world?" Feng Qingyang laughed strangely, and the smile on his face gradually spread from his lips to his entire cheek, looking a little weird.
He spoke to the masked man on the altar, as if he had not noticed the countless members of the Zhan Tai clan who were surrounding him. If looks could kill, Feng Qingyang would probably have died thousands of times.
"Ancestor, kill him. It was he who destroyed our branch of Jiuyou Star and killed us without leaving a single survivor!" Except for the Zhan Tai clan in the demon clan area, all the branches of Jiuyou Star were in turmoil.
"He killed the pride of my Jiuyou Star and destroyed the destiny of my Zhan Tai family that spans across generations. Ancestor, please make a decision for the Zhan Tai family!" The crowd was filled with indignation and looked at Feng Qingyang with great anger.
However, what was strange was that they never made a move, and even the position of their feet did not change at all. It seemed that an invisible force was imprisoning them in place, so that even though they wanted to kill Feng Qingyang, they could only watch and could not actually take action.
One step, two steps, three steps, until he reached the edge of the altar. When the distance was shortened, Feng Qingyang could clearly see their changes.
The reason why they couldn't move was indeed because of the restraints. In the final analysis, all this was caused by the Xuanluo ancestor on the altar.
The unconventional magical powers of formations can always produce effects that people cannot imagine, just like the current formation. Although Feng Qingyang doesn't know why they are fixed in place, he knows the result.
Perhaps, the reason why the Xuanluo Illusion Formation cast by the ancestor Xuanluo existed for so long and no one could truly glimpse its ultimate purpose was that its ultimate result was actually to resurrect.
Countless members of the Zhan Tai clan stood in a disorderly position. Although it seemed chaotic, there was actually order in the chaos. Moreover, although every existing member of the Zhan Tai clan was only the last remnant soul, there was actually life in this remnant soul.
This vitality was extremely weak, almost too weak to be detected. If Feng Qingyang did not have the third eye, he would not have been able to know it.
The vitality of countless members of the Zhantai clan connected together in the void, like a large interwoven net, and the source was finally poured into the masked man on the central altar.
The masked man was supporting the air with his hands. There was a huge vortex above his head. From within the vortex, curses and screams could be heard almost non-stop at all times.
call out!
From time to time, a soul would suddenly fall from the vortex in the void, and the direction of its fall was exactly the edge of the masked man's lips. Almost at the moment of falling, it was swallowed by him.
Seeing this, Feng Qingyang's eyes narrowed, and the guess in his heart became more certain. It seemed that the Xuanluo ancestor had only one purpose in setting up the Xuanluo Illusion Formation that was famous all over the world and concealed the truth from the world - that is, resurrection!
He used the power of Zhan Tai's bloodline to lock his soul, which was about to dissipate, in the illusion array, and used the powerful array technique to turn his body, which had already entered the five stages of decay, into a stone statue.
Every time he absorbed the soul of a demon, the masked man on the altar would tremble slightly. At the same time, the human-shaped statue outside would flash a faint light.
The light spread and eventually formed countless worlds. These worlds were all the small worlds that Xuan Luo had walked through in the Middle Ages. It was precisely because of this that countless cultivators of this era were obsessed and madly entered into it, because only their ignorance could lead to Xuan Luo's resurrection!
Only by constantly devouring the soul can the originally weak body gradually recover its vitality. All this is so simple that you can figure it out with just a little thought.
But in fact, for tens of thousands of years, no one has ever thought about it this way. Why does this formation exist? Is it really just to select guests from the Zhan Tai family