Chapter 217: Entering the Dao Array Foundation (1)

The entire courtyard was sealed with restrictions to ensure safety. Luo Xuanyi stood in the bedroom and took out the Peach Blossom Land, a magical instrument of time. A half-old scroll of peach blossoms in the mountains and rivers slowly unfolded and floated in the air without wind.

One day outside is equivalent to ten years in Taoyuan. The best time in Taoyuan is to refine flags and comprehend the art of formation.

The Peach Axe fell into Luo Xuanyi's hands at her will. A faint black deathly aura sank into the axe, and the rust-covered axe tip immediately faded, emitting a dark red glow. With one blow, she struck the scroll.

Suddenly, a gust of wind appeared in the room, and Luo Xuanyi's figure completely disappeared. In the empty room, only the scroll was left, which slowly rolled up into a scroll. It fell on the table with a "pop" sound, and the brilliance completely dissipated, just like the most ordinary half-worn painting.

Peach blossoms swayed in a flurry, petals falling like rain. Luo Xuanyi passed through, soon covered in a layer of pink blossoms. These peach trees were illusions of the Peach Blossom Land, not real. Every time Luo Xuanyi entered or exited, the scenery inside was reset. If it hadn't reset, Luo Xuanyi would now be seeing the huge cracks in the earth she left behind last time, and the dead trees that exuded a smell of decay.

Luo Xuanyi found an open space. She threw the storage bag from her sleeve, opened the lids of all the wooden barrels, and spread them out on the grass. She looked at the materials and rubbed her hands with eagerness.

However, the first thing to do was not to refine the formation flag. The use of Taoyuan Realm had a time cost, and Luo Xuanyi had to first arrange for the living souls to consume their lifespans to maintain the operation of Taoyuan Realm.

Fortunately, after returning to Xiaohe City, Rong Guizhong collected a total of 20,000 pieces of gold paper.

Luo Xuanyi drew ten pieces, and golden light sank into the ground, revealing ten human-shaped lines. These individuals were all mortals. According to the average lifespan of the Great Yan Dynasty, fifty years was considered "old," meaning their combined useful lifespan was approximately two hundred years, or twenty days outside the Peach Blossom Land. Two hundred years was definitely enough time for Luo Xuanyi to refine the formation flags and comprehend the introductory principles of formations.

Luo Xuanyi exhaled, feeling refreshed.

Now, it depends on whether the materials on hand are sufficient to refine a few formation flags.

Recalling the quantity of materials required to refine the main flag, Luo Xuanyi first used the main flag as a reference to prepare the first formation flag.

The gold paper representing three hundred living souls was piled into a small heap on the grass to Luo Xuanyi's right. Added to this were seven hundred human corpses, five hundred spiritual herbs, and six hundred demon beast carcasses. The grass immediately felt crowded, and the wooden barrel was suddenly one-fifth empty, yet Luo Xuanyi didn't even frown.

These materials were of the lowest quality, and were no match for the corpses of evil cultivators and the looted mid-to-high-grade spiritual herbs and monsters Luo Xuanyi used to refine the main flag. If she could use the same amount to refine a formation flag, Luo Xuanyi would be overjoyed.

Strictly following her memory of the time, Luo Xuanyi stacked the materials together layer by layer, even perfectly reproducing the nervousness and prayerful mood she felt at the time.

"The most annoying thing about irregular experiments is that they just don't understand."

In her view, simplification and mass production were the true principles for the continuation of the Dao. Luo Xuanyi found it incredible that the righteous Dao had inherited the Dao unchanged for millennia. Even within the Demonic Dao, even counting only the Zang Yao Sect, the fundamental Dao had undergone two major transformations over the past millennia, not to mention the constant innovations of Daoist Hua Shen and others.

Luo Xuanyi muttered, the death energy in his hands kept flowing. He stacked these things in order, and scattered a handful of spiritual herbs or living souls in a chaotic and orderly manner. He saw another pile of corpses without any aesthetic appeal reappearing according to Luo Xuanyi's memory. Finally, he replaced the original ghost fire with death energy as the flag bone and injected a large amount of it.

She sighed.

Sure enough, nothing happened.

Let's just pile them up as planned. Luo Xuanyi grabbed with both hands, and dozens of wooden barrels flew into the air, falling over as they fell. Countless monsters and spiritual herbs rolled down.

The flesh and blood that fell from the sky exploded, and the ground was immediately soaked with blood. The herbs were clumps of sticky blood, and the brilliance of the spiritual herbs flickered. The beautiful Peach Blossom Land instantly turned into a chaotic slaughterhouse.

The death energy weaving through it added an even more eerie and mysterious atmosphere. Under Luo Xuanyi's command, the death energy was like a nimble cutting knife, sweeping through the black mist, and red petals overflowed from the rain of peach blossoms.

Luo Xuanyi carelessly tossed aside the empty barrels, which rolled down the slope, piling up in the depression and soon reaching the top of the grassy slope. Finally, a dark light appeared from the top of the slope.

A dark light rose before Luo Xuanyi's eyes, floating from a chaotic mass of blood. It suddenly contracted, and all the materials simultaneously radiated aura. Unlike the last time the main flag was formed, this time the process was much slower, as if played back a thousand times slower, with every detail captured in Luo Xuanyi's vision.

This was a good time to sum up. Luo Xuanyi would never miss this process, watching it all without blinking.

There was a mysterious resonance between the monster bones and the spiritual herbs. Ripples of faint light emanated from each material, carrying an inexplicable Taoist aura.

Many strange ancient characters flashed in the light. Luo Xuanyi could barely understand some of them, but when she wanted to write them down, she could not recall the characters she had just seen.

These were the Heavenly Books of Formation Dao, each word imbued with profound mysteries, yet even hundreds of generations of Formation Dao cultivators had been unable to memorize even a single word. These words seemed to belong only to Heaven, not to man.

As the ripples touched, the words slowly began to merge, forming a string of text. At the moment the words took shape, a sudden chorus of primordial song echoed through the peach forest.

First update~ Sister Yi is disgusted by the complexity and randomness of the formation. Once there is theoretical support, she will not be able to resist changing the formation. Haha

Sister Yi's character picture has been released~