Yuantian Pidao

Chapter 457 The Demonic Invasion
At Lanqueshan, the atmosphere is bustling with activity, and a vibrant spirit is rising.

Since Jiang Chen arrived, the group of cultivators seemed to have found a backbone, and various long-prepared plans began to be promoted one after another, the most important of which was the construction of the great formation.

Just when everyone thought everything was going smoothly, danger was silently approaching, though not many people knew about it yet.

“Junior brother, the construction of the formation has begun, but to truly take shape, we still need to sort out the spiritual energy of this place and draw in the spiritual veins and water veins. And all of this depends on your skills, junior brother.”

Inside the main hall, Nianhua reported the latest situation to Jiang Chen. Although everything was progressing smoothly, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious when he thought about the potential dangers.

Most importantly, sorting out spiritual energy and guiding spiritual veins and water veins are not easy tasks and often require a lot of time. Although Jiang Chen said that he would take care of these tasks, he still felt somewhat uncertain.

After all, according to Jiang Chen's plan, they needed to set up a large formation within two months, which was too rushed. To be honest, he didn't know how Jiang Chen was going to do it. In his opinion, even a True Person of the Purple Mansion might not be able to accomplish this in such a short time, since the environment in the Western Regions was indeed quite special.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen nodded. Since he dared to say that, he must have been confident.

It was at this moment that Jiang Chen noticed something and turned his gaze outside the main hall.

A few breaths later, a beam of light flew out from the depths of the sand sea and landed on Lanque Mountain at an extremely fast speed.

"Junior Brother Fang Ping, how did you get so badly injured?"

The spiritual light dissipated, and Nianhua's face was full of shock as he looked at Fang Ping, who had revealed his true form. He knew that although Fang Ping's cultivation was not as high as his, it was not low either. For his opponent to be able to injure him like this, he must be a formidable opponent.

Hearing this, Fang Ping barely opened his eyes and a bitter smile appeared on his face. At this moment, he was in the most disheveled state. His magic robe, which was of the spiritual weapon grade, was tattered and torn. His body was covered with wounds that had not yet healed and even showed signs of turning into sand.

“Senior Brother Nianhua, a large sandstorm is forming in the desert and is constantly approaching Lanque Mountain. I originally wanted to confirm the situation further, but I didn’t expect to be ambushed by the evil ghost. If I didn’t have a few trump cards, I probably wouldn’t have made it back this time.”

Recalling his previous experience, Fang Ping still felt lingering fear.

The evil spirit was elusive, hiding in the sandstorm with an inconspicuous presence. Despite his best efforts, he was still ambushed.

Upon hearing this, Nianhua's expression changed again. The massive sandstorm, stretching for thousands of miles and affecting an extremely wide area, was already a true natural disaster. Given the current situation of Lanque Mountain, it would be extremely difficult to withstand it.

On the other side, after listening to Fang Ping's account, Jiang Chen's suspicions were further confirmed.

"Senior Brother Fang Ping, for it to injure you like this, that fiend must be quite powerful, right?"

With some thoughts in mind, Jiang Chen turned his gaze to Fang Ping.

Upon hearing Jiang Chen's words and recognizing him, Fang Ping struggled to his feet.

"Reporting to the true master, that evil spirit is at the late stage of the Dao Foundation stage. Most importantly, it coexists with sandstorms, making its state bizarre. Even if its body is shattered, it can quickly reassemble itself. Ordinary methods are unlikely to harm its core."

Seeing that Jiang Chen was interested in the evil spirit, Fang Ping immediately told him everything he knew, his attitude very respectful. He was very clear about his own position. Although Jiang Chen called him senior brother, he dared not be arrogant in the slightest.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen seemed to be deep in thought.

The evil spirit, also known as the sand spirit, is a variant of ghosts and is relatively rare. Its most distinctive feature is that it has a body made of yellow sand and can roam freely in the desert, appearing and disappearing without a trace, making it truly elusive.

Compared to ordinary ghosts, the fiendish ghosts become even more troublesome after finding a place to reside in the yellow sand. Ordinary methods for dealing with ghosts are rarely effective against them, and as long as their physical form is destroyed, they can resurrect in the desert. "Senior Brother Fang Ping, how many traces of fiendish ghosts have you discovered?"

Having gained a better understanding of the evil spirits' methods, Jiang Chen asked another question.

Upon hearing this, Nianhua also turned his gaze to Fang Ping, as he was also very concerned about this issue.

"I can't be sure about that either. The aura of the evil spirits is too obscure in the sandstorm. However, I can be sure that there will be a lot of evil spirits this time. That evil spirit at the late stage of Dao Foundation is not the strongest among them."

"At the moment I broke out of the sandstorm area with the help of the talisman, I felt a terrifying aura erupting from the depths of the sandstorm. It was at least at the peak of the Dao Foundation stage, or even stronger. However, it should not be comparable to a true Purple Mansion, otherwise I probably would not have been able to return."

With a grave expression, Fang Ping voiced his guess.

Upon hearing this, Nianhua's heart sank. He had some understanding of Jiang Chen's strength. While a Dao Foundation Perfection Demon was indeed troublesome, it was still no match for Jiang Chen. However, with the support of a large sandstorm, the situation was different. Not to mention, according to Fang Ping, that Demon was clearly not an ordinary Dao Foundation Perfection Demon.

Most importantly, although these evil spirits mostly act alone, they become extremely terrifying when they gather together.

Thinking of all this, Nianhua couldn't help but turn her gaze to Jiang Chen, who at this moment remained calm.

The evil spirits like to chase sandstorms, and the two are naturally compatible. The danger of one plus one is often greater than two. However, as long as the evil spirits at the Purple Mansion level do not appear, the situation is still within a controllable range.

"Senior Brother Fang Ping, based on the current situation, how long will it take for the sandstorm to reach Lanque Mountain?"

Without saying a word, Jiang Chen asked another question.

"It will take about ten days, but it's not certain, as the situation with the sandstorm could change again."

After a moment's thought, Fang Ping gave a somewhat uncertain answer.

"About ten days? That should be just about enough."

Jiang Chen unconsciously tapped his fingertips on the table, a plan forming in his mind.

"Senior Brother Fang Ping, I'm afraid you'll have to work hard to arrange for people to keep a close eye on the sandstorm's movements. If anything changes, you must give immediate feedback."

Jiang Chen handed a bottle of healing pills to Fang Ping and made his decision.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ping gritted his teeth, accepted the pill, and nodded heavily. He knew that this was both a danger and an opportunity.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen turned his gaze to Nianhua.

"Senior Brother Nian, the original preparations will definitely be accelerated. At most, the basic construction of the formation must be completed in seven days."

With a solemn expression, Jiang Chen gave the order.

Hearing this and sensing Jiang Chen's seriousness, Nianhua immediately agreed, saying that basic infrastructure construction was still possible.

(End of this chapter)