Seeing that Jiang Wuyuan could barely stand due to excessive consumption of his vital energy, Feng Zhang raised his hand to activate the spirit-gathering array in the training room to help him recover his vital energy. He also used another array to fill in the crater left by the giant sword.
Jiang Wuyuan sat cross-legged for a long time, finally replenishing much of the almost depleted blood and qi in his body.
Judging that it was about time, he exited his cultivation state, stood up, and came to Feng Zhang's side: "Senior."
"Very good." Feng Zhang looked at him approvingly. "You were able to master the sword formation on your first use and even developed your own way of using it."
That level of cohesion doesn't quite qualify as a transformation of a formation, but for a beginner, it's an achievement worth boasting about for a lifetime.
“Array formations are fundamental to sword formations. If you can clearly understand the function of each array pattern, it will be helpful when you improve the formation next time.” Feng Zhang said, raising his hand.
In Jiang Wuyuan's sight, the two instantly returned to the island in the middle of the lake.
Buzz—
"This is the Qingping Sword Formation!"
boom--
As Feng Zhang's voice fell, an array pattern that almost filled the entire lake surface appeared.
The waves surged and formed several huge columns of water that shot into the sky.
Countless swords formed from lake water stood atop the array's core, their sword-wielding laws terrifyingly powerful.
Jiang Wuyuan stared at this scene with a look of amazement in his eyes.
Feng Zhang chuckled and glanced at the boy: "Watch carefully."
The young man in white raised his hand and wiped it, and several array patterns immediately changed.
The towering water column gradually receded, and the position of the array's core also gradually changed.
The next instant, Jiang Wuyuan was enveloped in a red light.
The light was very warm and carried a powerful vitality.
The red light entered his body, and even Jiang Wuyuan's eyes were instantly stained blood red.
"Blood Battle Sword Formation." Feng Zhang introduced, looking at Jiang Wuyuan's curious expression. "It's a formation that can enhance a person's strength, temporarily boosting explosive power and vitality, and also has some healing effects, but they're not strong."
Feng Zhang waved his hand again, and an endless rain of swords fell into the lake.
The array's core dissipated, and the array patterns engraved on the lake water gradually disappeared as well.
"How many areas can you see clearly now?"
Nineteen places.
Feng Zhang nodded in satisfaction: "Yes. Changing the nineteen array patterns can transform one array into another."
To act at will, with endless variations, this is the way of formations.
Just like your future kendo, don't be bound by techniques, but forge your own path.
A unique path.
Feng Zhang's gaze was intense.
He saw boundless potential in Jiang Wuyuan, and even—the hope that the abyss could one day be completely eradicated.
His original body died in battle in the abyss, so his current remnant soul's hatred for the abyss can be said to be inherited from him.
Therefore, he was willing to place this hope on Jiang Wuyuan.
“That scroll was just the basics, a test for you,” Feng Zhang said with a smile. “Now, it’s time to pass on the true inheritance to you.”
Feng Zhang raised his hand and touched Jiang Wuyuan's brow with his fingertip: "Concentrate."
A tremendous energy burst forth from Feng Zhang's fingertips, gently yet irresistibly entering Jiang Wuyuan's soul.
Jiang Wuyuan felt a splitting headache and struggled to suppress his instinct to retreat.
After more than ten minutes, even Jiang Wuyuan's back was soaked with sweat, before Feng Zhang finally let go of his hand: "Alright. I have passed on all my experience with sword formations and formation principles to you. Of course, you won't acquire these things immediately."
Each time you break through to a new level, it will gradually unlock the seal, allowing you to gain the knowledge corresponding to that level.
This was also done to protect Jiang Wuyuan's soul.
Even with the boy's current cultivation level as a late-stage Grand Martial Master, his soul strength is still far from sufficient to inherit all of his knowledge.
As Jiang Wuyuan's cultivation level gradually increases, those seals will slowly be broken.
Jiang Wuyuan paused to calm his headache, then bowed respectfully to Feng Zhang: "Thank you, senior."
"My name is Feng Zhang, you can just call me Mr. Feng." Feng Zhang accepted the greeting without any qualms.
"Mr. Feng, my name is..."
“I know, I heard it during the second test.” Feng Zhang interrupted him, looking at the young man in front of him with a cold yet respectful expression, and said cheerfully, “Xiao Yuan, may I call you that?”
Jiang Wuyuan nodded.
“During the Great Abyss War, most of the resources within Misty Peak were devoted to the war, leaving very little behind.” Feng Zhang took out a spatial ring and handed it to Jiang Wuyuan. “This is my private stash. Please accept it; there may be something you need inside.”
With another wave of his hand, he collected some of the mature spiritual herbs and medicines from the herb garden and stuffed them into his spatial ring.
“The longer you live, the more you learn about everything. I planted these when I was bored, so you can take them too. Whether you exchange them for some money or keep them for yourself, it doesn’t matter. Anyway, I’m just a remnant soul, I don’t need these things.” Feng Zhang smiled.
Jiang Wuyuan pursed his lips: "Is there any way to help you?"
Feng Zhang's expression remained gentle, but Jiang Wuyuan still keenly sensed a hint of sadness: "There's no other way. From the moment my soul split, it was destined that I would only have the path of soul disintegration; it was just a matter of time."
Now, I have used up most of my power to keep the formation running.
I'm afraid there won't be another million years.
Feng Zhang said, not entirely discouraged: "It's good this way. Living as long as the heavens is actually a kind of suffering."
Do you know why people say that spiritual cultivation begins with cultivating the mind?
"Why?" Jiang Wuyuan continued, following up on the question.
“If one’s character is not strong enough, one cannot withstand the long years.” Feng Zhang lowered his eyes, concealing the loneliness in them. “A life spanning thousands or tens of thousands of years is not as simple as you imagine, just a snap of the fingers.”
Every single moment, the distracting thoughts in your mind can lead you astray.
Jiang Wuyuan seemed to understand. He looked at Feng Zhang's expression as he gazed into the distance and asked, "How will we spend those millions of years?"
"My remnant soul is both my disadvantage and my advantage," Feng Zhang laughed. "All my thoughts now come from my original body. Once my original body is gone, it will be difficult for my thoughts to change. In this long life, perhaps all I will feel is loneliness and desolation."
Even so, I still have companions.
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