Mythical Cultivation

At this thought, Wu Ming suddenly recalled the contents of the jade slips he had seen in the sect's Sutra Library. Regarding how cultivators unfamiliar with formations could break them, especially when they were trapped in an illusion and unable to find the center, there was only one viable method: brute force.

However, violent means of breaking the formation can be divided into two categories: First, once trapped within the illusionary formation, the cultivator can wreak havoc, destroying each illusion one by one. This will cause the formation to regenerate new ones. At this point, simply remember the illusions that remain constant; these are most likely the core of the formation. Second, if the first method fails, continue attacking the illusions. As long as the power of the attack exceeds the limit of the formation's resistance, the formation will naturally be broken. However, this method is relatively difficult. After all, when ordinary people set up formations, they often first understand the enemy's cultivation level and execute them accordingly. Therefore, breaking the formation's resistance limit is not easy, but it may be possible with the help of external objects.

With this in mind, Wu Ming decided to try the method described in the jade slip. He had been flying for over a quarter of an hour, but hadn't seen anything remarkable, and finding the center of the formation was even more of a mystery. So, why not try attacking the illusion within the formation? This vast desert, a sight that only appeared after he entered the formation, must also be an illusion. Immediately, the golden sword transformed into dozens of sharp blades of light, streaking like meteors towards the desert below. The sword light sliced ​​into the yellow sand without pausing, followed by a series of deafening roars, and then a cloud of yellow sand rose up, covering the sky and the sun, completely obscuring Wu Ming's vision.

Wu Ming had anticipated his failure to destroy the illusion. After all, this was a formation that had survived from ancient times. With his mere Qi Refining stage, attempting to destroy it was simply wishful thinking. Therefore, he simply hoped to break the illusion, observe its changes after reset, and ultimately find the flaw, ultimately locating the formation's core and escaping it.

As the yellow sand obscured Wu Ming's vision, he was completely unaware of the terrifying scene unfolding within it. Countless quicksand pits appeared on the ground, like greedy mouths waiting for prey to fall in. And in the sky, a massive tornado of yellow sand appeared, swirling across the sky like a roaring dragon.

However, Wu Ming hadn't noticed the unusual changes in the sand. Perhaps out of caution, or perhaps because of the intuition cultivated by years of adventuring, he decided to summon his protective magic weapon, just in case. Just then, Wu Ming's vision gradually cleared, and he was startled to see that the quicksand and sandstorm in the distance were rolling towards him like a surging wave.

The sand beneath his feet gradually grew incredibly soft, and he could already feel a palpable downward pressure. Simultaneously, the sandstorm whipped up by the raging tornado slammed heavily against his basalt shield like an invisible pressure, emitting a series of sizzling sounds. Wu Ming had no time to ponder why this once peaceful desert had suddenly become so violent, as if it threatened to tear him, an outsider, to shreds. At that moment, he had only one thought: How could he survive this sudden crisis?

He stepped onto the Golden Sword, his figure transformed into a streak of golden light, and sped off in the opposite direction of the storm. Behind him, a massive tornado and surging quicksand followed him closely, as if determined to devour him.

Fortunately, he was in midair, so the quicksand couldn't significantly impact him for the time being. However, flying became incredibly difficult, with the gusty wind whipping up dust and sand that lashed his shield like a rainstorm, constantly disrupting his flight speed. But with his exceptional strength and agility, he maintained his high speed, leaving the two catastrophic forces far behind, unable to catch up.

After half an hour of strenuous galloping, he finally managed to leave both storms behind, gaining a moment's respite. He landed on the ground to rest. At this point, he began to ponder calmly: Why had the previously peaceful desert suddenly become so violent? What had happened?

After some deep reflection, he suddenly realized. He had initially misjudged the formation as an illusion, and had attacked the illusion, never expecting this to trigger the formation's deadly attack. At that moment, he finally realized that this formation wasn't the illusion he'd initially assumed, but a deadly one filled with murderous intent!

However, now that it was confirmed to be a killing array, the situation might be slightly better. While the danger increased considerably, it also meant it would be easier to find the center of the array. If he could find the center and destroy it, perhaps he could break free and escape his current predicament. With this thought, a firm belief surged within him, and he decided to devote all his energy to finding the center and breaking free from the constraints of this killing array as quickly as possible.

So the current situation is that if we just run away blindly, it will definitely not solve the problem. The most urgent thing is to find the center of the formation! After knowing this, Wu Ming immediately took action and began to carefully search for the trace of the formation center in mid-air.

Generally speaking, even if the killing array's core is well hidden, it will still be slightly different from the surrounding environment. Therefore, Wu Ming needs to focus on observing any anomalies in the desert. Only in this way can he increase the speed of finding the core.

However, as he sped along, he didn't notice the subtle shifts in the formation—sandstorms and quicksand erupted from every corner, gradually closing in and trapping him. He tentatively attacked several locations suspected to be the core of the formation, but found nothing unusual. Clearly, he had found the wrong spot.

At this very moment, disaster loomed behind him, and a sandstorm appeared ahead. Wu Ming looked around and realized it wasn't just the sandstorm behind him; everywhere he looked was a cloud of dust and surging sand. It seemed determined not to stop until he was completely wiped out!

By this time, he was already in the midst of disaster, and flying with his sword was no longer safe. The violent sandstorm had already blown the Golden Light Sword away, making it impossible to control its direction. Wu Ming could only drop the Golden Light Sword and cast the Light Body Technique on himself, constantly shifting and moving on the quicksand, unable to be drawn into it by the quicksand beneath his feet.