Cultivation of immortality begins with an eighty-year-old eunuch.

However, Chen Fan's eyes still shone with an astonishing brightness.

Those bloodshot black eyes reflected the birth and death of countless runes within the nine hurricanes.

Five years.

Five whole years.

He disassembled each of the array patterns in these three hurricanes no less than a thousand times.

From initially having no clue what to do, they gradually figured out the operating rules of the first hurricane.

Now he can see clearly the faint, intermittent path to survival between these three hurricanes.

"I see."

A hoarse voice escaped from Chen Fan's chapped lips.

He slowly raised his right hand, his index and middle fingers joined together like a sword, with a wisp of condensed immortal-demon fusion power swirling around the fingertips. This power was not violent, but rather as delicate as an embroidery needle, gently touching the void.

This finger pointed at the intersection of the 36,000th rune of the first hurricane rotating to the left and the 72,000th rune of the second hurricane rotating to the right.

That was an insignificant point in time.

In the turbulent torrent of billions of runes, this node is as insignificant as a speck of dust. But it is precisely the only gap where the spiritual power of the three hurricane formations converges, the sliver of life that is revealed only when this ancient and wondrous formation operates to its limit.

"break."

Chen Fan uttered a single word softly.

"Buzz!"

A very faint hum came from that point, like a string being gently plucked.

Immediately afterwards, the first towering hurricane suddenly froze. The wildly spinning array patterns within the hurricane were frozen in mid-air, as if immobilized by a spell.

The next second, the solidified hurricane began to disintegrate from the inside, and countless runes fell like shattered glass, turning into spiritual light and dissipating in mid-air.

The moment the first hurricane collapsed, the operation of the second and third hurricanes also came to a halt. They were originally a complex array of interconnected formations, and with the first one destroyed, a fatal gap appeared in the overall array structure.

Without hesitation, Chen Fan flicked his fingers in quick succession, sending out dozens of beams of spiritual light, each one landing precisely on the array nodes of the remaining hurricanes.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of muffled explosions reverberated across the sea.

The nine hurricanes collapsed one after another, and the countless wind blades and demonic sounds vanished completely in a few breaths. The sea surface that had been obscured by the hurricanes reappeared, the arrayed seawater returned to calm, and even shimmered with a faint golden glow.

Chen Fan slowly withdrew his hand and exhaled a long breath.

This breath carried the weariness of five years of hard work, as well as a hint of indescribable enlightenment.

Breaking through three formations in five years.

Through five years of tireless deduction, his mastery of formations has quietly reached the threshold of a seventh-grade formation master.

It's important to know that a seventh-grade array master is capable of setting up arrays to trap and kill cultivators at the Void Refinement stage. Throughout the entire Tiannan Star, even within the third-level cultivation kingdom of Da Qin, seventh-grade array masters are extremely rare.

Chen Fan, a sword cultivator at the late Nascent Soul stage, actually pushed his array mastery to this level within this array sea.

However, he couldn't feel happy.

Because Chen Fan knew that this was only the eighth year.

Eight years have passed since he stepped into the Sea of ​​Arrays. And the sea before him still stretches endlessly. Further out on the sea, he can vaguely see even larger and more complex phantom arrays churning and roaring.

"Is it not over yet?"

Chen Fan muttered to himself, his voice unusually tinged with weariness.

Eight years.

Eight years of sitting and deducing, eight years of sleepless nights, eight years of mental and physical exhaustion.

Even with his unwavering will, he couldn't help but feel a weariness welling up from the depths of his bones.

This array sea is like an endless purgatory, each level more difficult and each challenge more dangerous than the last.

He had no idea how many more great formations awaited him ahead, nor how long he would be trapped on this sea.

Maybe ten years?

Perhaps a hundred years?

Perhaps we'll never get out.

This thought lingered in Chen Fan's mind for less than a moment before he forcibly suppressed it.

"We've never failed to keep a promise we've made."

Chen Fan took a deep breath, took out a Rejuvenation Pill from his storage bag and swallowed it, then closed his eyes and meditated for half an hour. After his spiritual energy had recovered somewhat, he reopened his eyes, dusted off his robes, and strode forward.

Eight years of hard work had given him an intimate understanding of the nature of this formation.

Although the formations here are ever-changing, they all share a common characteristic.

That is, after breaking through each barrier, there must be a buffer zone. After the three hurricane formations were broken, the sea in front of him indeed became much calmer, and the density of the formation patterns also decreased significantly, obviously giving him a chance to rest and catch his breath.

Chen Fan did not waste this opportunity.

As he walked forward, he used the Fixed Word Technique to memorize all the changes in the formations he encountered along the way. Although these formations were not as terrifying as the Hurricane Formation, each had its own profound mysteries, and each contained unique methods of ancient formation techniques.

Some use water-based array patterns to create deadly moves that freeze thousands of miles, some use fire-based array patterns to simulate the scene of falling stars, and some use wind and thunder array patterns to create thunderstorms that blot out the sky.

Chen Fan would stop and carefully observe and deduce each formation.

He was not just breaking the formation, but learning the formation.

The arrangement methods, rune structures, and spiritual energy circulation of these ancient formations are completely different from the formation system circulating in the cultivation world of Tiannan Star. They are more ancient, more primitive, and closer to the origin of the laws of heaven and earth.

Chen Fan absorbed this knowledge of array formations with great eagerness, verifying and integrating it with his past understanding of array formations.

His mastery of formations improved at an incredible speed through his daily contemplation.

From the initial stage of the seventh rank, to the middle stage of the seventh rank, and then to the advanced stage of the seventh rank.

Each step forward signifies a deeper understanding of the laws of heaven and earth.

The ninth year.

Chen Fan encountered the fourth great formation.

It was a killing formation composed entirely of sword energy.

Tens of thousands of sword shadows crisscrossed in mid-air, each containing a terrifying sword intent powerful enough to kill a Nascent Soul cultivator at the Great Perfection stage.

The sword formation's trajectory was extremely strange, not arranged according to a fixed pattern, but changing constantly like a living thing, sometimes like a dragon coiling, sometimes like a torrential downpour.

Chen Fan sat in front of the sword formation for half a year.

He was a sword cultivator by nature, and his understanding of sword intent far surpassed that of his peers. In his eyes, this sword formation was not merely a formation, but a true explanation of the way of the sword written in the form of a formation.

Six months later, Chen Fan stood up and drew his sword.

Eleven was drawn from its sheath, and the gray-white sword light shone in the darkness.

Instead of trying to break the array's core, he used his own sword intent to counter the sword intent within the array. He used the three realms of intent as a foundation, integrating the three powers of cause and effect, life and death, and stillness into each sword strike, directly colliding with the myriad sword shadows within the array.

This battle lasted for seven days and seven nights.

When the last sword shadow was shattered by Chen Fan's sword, he was covered in blood, and his robes were torn to shreds by the sword energy.

But his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, for he had fully comprehended the profound mysteries of swordsmanship contained within this sword formation.