Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

There's absolutely no way to finish it!

He needs a more efficient way to devour.

Cui Ming's gaze fell on the twelve flying swords surrounding Wuming.

"Use a sword."

He said in a deep voice.

"Using the flying sword as a medium! We can directly plunge in and extract them! We can also temper the sword's blade at the same time!"

Wuming's eyes flickered.

This method works!

The flying sword is connected to his mind and body; the energy it absorbs can be transmitted to him through the sword, but the impact and negative emotions will be borne by the sword first.

A sword, however, is an inanimate object, devoid of consciousness, and unaffected by emotions.

In this way, eating with twelve forks became sucking jelly with twelve straws.

With a thought, twelve flying swords shot out simultaneously.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

The sword pierced into the vortex, like twelve nails driven into flesh.

The vortex struggled frantically, trying to shake the flying sword off, but the power of the pill-devouring energy attached to the sword's surface and the characteristics of the demonic blade held it tightly, causing it to sink deeper and deeper.

The gluttonous feast has begun.

Chapter 238 Is your formation yours now?

The nameless flying sword's blade was visibly changing from a deep blue to blood red.

That was the sign that the energy of the Yellow Springs Grand Array was being absorbed into the flying sword in large quantities.

Wuming could feel the pure soul energy flowing into his body through the sword.

The negative emotions mixed in are filtered and dissolved by the Dan Shi power on the surface of the sword.

The efficiency was greatly improved by absorbing all twelve flying swords at the same time.

The light from the vortex dimmed at a steady pace.

The screams from those distorted faces gradually subsided, and their struggles became less and less intense.

Their soul power is being drained away little by little by the flying sword, causing them to lose their vitality.

At this rate, the vortex will be completely swallowed up in a quarter of an hour at most.

But Cui Ming did not let his guard down.

Before the soul of the Onmyoji leader disappeared, he said that the evolution of the great formation had begun.

This vortex is probably just a temporary core, while the array patterns that serve as the array's eye possess extremely strong regenerative capabilities.

Even if the vortex is destroyed, it only interrupts the catalysis of the array spirit; the array itself still exists and continues to expand.

If we want to destroy the entire Yellow Springs Formation, it will probably be impossible without eliminating all these resurrected souls.

However, there must be other ways to completely shut down the formation.

His gaze returned to the patterns on the ground.

As the energy of the vortex was extracted, the radiance of the patterns noticeably diminished.

However, the overall energy extraction trend of the formation did not stop.

On the contrary, it seems that because the vortex was damaged, the array was drawing energy at a faster rate.

A large number of souls and spiritualities gathered, attempting to prevent the vortex from being drained by the nameless.

Cui Ming raised an eyebrow and released his hand from Wuming's back.

He then squatted down and placed both hands on the ground at the same time.

The power of the pill transformed into hundreds of fine threads, piercing into the nodes of all the surrounding patterns.

Cui Ming grinned.

Logically speaking, this great formation is in a state of evolution and should not be capable of having sentience.

But this act of invoking spirituality in an attempt to make up for the losses...

Cui Ming began to use the power of Dan Shi to sense the flow of energy, the connection between the arrays, and the operating rules of the entire array.

Time passed by, second by second.

The nameless one manipulates a flying sword, plunging into this bizarre vortex to snatch food from the tiger's mouth!

As Cui Ming analyzed the structure of the Yellow Springs Formation, a good idea popped into his head!

......

On the platform, the vortex, flashing with crimson light, flickered intermittently.

The twelve flying swords pierced deep into the core of the vortex, their blades trembling incessantly.

The crimson energy, like blood, climbed up the sword and was gradually absorbed into Wuming's body.

His aura steadily increased, and the blood-red patterns around him became increasingly dense amidst the dark blue sword light.

Cui Ming squatted at the edge of the vortex, pressing his hands to the ground, and the power of Dan Shi transformed into hundreds of fine threads that penetrated deep into the array patterns.

The purpose of this action is not to cause destruction, but to search within this great formation.

The Onmyoji leader's soul disappeared too conveniently.

Just after he revealed those clues, the great formation contracted, and his soul was extracted.

The whole process was smooth and seemingly reasonable, but Cui Ming felt a little uncomfortable.

Rather than saying he was absorbed by the formation, it's more accurate to say he realized he had said too much and used the opportunity to escape.

Cui Ming was extremely confident in his mutated Dan Shi power.

If she were caught off guard, even Zuo Ruotong might fall for it and reveal some secrets.

What's more, he was a madman who devoted his entire life to the Yellow Springs Array and was even willing to sacrifice himself to activate it.

so...

The things he said must have had a deeper meaning.

After all, there were far too many clues left in his words.

Cui Ming closed his eyes, his consciousness following the power of the pill to explore the inner world of the array patterns.

It was an abstract space woven from energy and intention.

The crimson energy, like blood in a vein, surged towards the vortex along countless array patterns.

Each streak of blood-red light carried fragmented pieces of memory—traces left behind by souls devoured by the great formation.

Cui Ming's Dan Shi power transformed into a dark blue thread, gently touching a stream of light.

The moment of contact, a memory flooded my mind—

A demon from the Quanxing sect, with a ferocious face, charged toward the Sanyi Sect's mountain gate with a knife in hand.

Several long whips came crashing down on him, piercing his chest, and he finally collapsed and died.

Darkness descended, and when I opened my eyes again...

His eyes were bloodshot, filled only with the instinct to kill.

Cui Ming pulled the silk thread away and continued his investigation.

Another stream of light—

A young disciple of the Sanyi Sect, his white robe stained with blood, collapsed on the stone steps of the mountain path.

Before he died, he looked towards the main hall, his lips moved slightly, and he silently murmured something.

After death, he was captured by the great formation, but under the obsession of the Reverse Life Triple Technique, he forcibly remained conscious and took the initiative to face the frantically rushing Quanxing dead souls.

Cui Ming remained silent for a moment, letting that memory fade away.

He did not come here to witness the dead.

He was looking for the one who was still alive.

The power of the pill continued to penetrate deeper.

The closer you get to the core of the formation, the denser the light streams become and the stronger the energy fluctuations.

Cui Ming carefully avoided the vortexes that were having their energy drained by the nameless creature, focusing instead on probing the nodes where the formations intersected.

These nodes are like the nerve center of the formation.

Energy is diverted and accelerated here.

In a properly functioning array, the energy flow at the nodes is smooth and orderly.

But at this moment, Cui Ming noticed that the flow trajectory of a few nodes was slightly sluggish.

It's as if someone deliberately manipulated these energies, bypassing certain areas and leaving barely perceptible gaps.

Got you!

Cui Ming's expression turned cold, but he did not disturb it.

He withdrew the power of the pill devouring, opened his eyes, and looked at the nameless creature that was devouring the vortex.

During the telepathic connection, Cui Ming spoke.

"Nameless, slow down the absorption speed."

Wuming remained expressionless and followed Cui Ming's instructions.

The suction force of the twelve flying swords weakened, the dimming speed of the vortex decreased, and even the roars of those distorted faces subsided somewhat.

"That guy is still inside this formation."

Cui Ming has some bad ideas again.