Chapter 46: Formation Spirit Versus Artifact Spirit—Why Must Kindred Spirits Turn on Each Other So Hastily?

He glanced at Long Yi, who retreated several steps before finally leaping forward and diving into the formation. There was no eruption of blood as he had imagined! To enter this formation, only by reaching an extreme speed could an internal passage be formed.

After Wuyun vaulted in, Long Yi and the others, apprehensive, followed suit. Once inside the pattern, a gravity pulled them down, and they landed atop mottled stones. The sharp-eyed young eagle spotted Bear Third lying below, clutching his backside and looking around, while the surroundings were empty—only the starry sky rotated on all sides. Ahead, a solitary, protruding rock towered, and upon it was embedded the ancient yellow broken blade.

“What use could this have?”

Long Yi, seeing no activity from the broken blade and with the spirit of the artifact nowhere to be seen, worried about backlash. He was about to prepare his defenses when Wuyun stopped him and whispered, “No rush, that old mudfish is unharmed.”

“Senior, how do we remove the original spirit from the divine blade?” Long Yi asked earnestly. Wuyun pointed and confidently answered, “Look, it’s already being purified.”

Everyone followed his finger. The broken blade stood in the long stone, seemingly unremarkable, yet a subtle, indescribable aura began to spread—a sense of oppression that made their hearts pound wildly.

“You schemed against me!”

A voice ancient and deep rang out, startling everyone. From the stone pierced by the blade, two small eyes appeared. The pointed stone slowly bowed its head, revealing an aged turtle's face.

The blade was embedded in the spirit of the entire formation.

“If the spirit within the blade had not lost its master, I too would have perished instantly. We bear no grudges—why entrap me like this? Even if my blood and divine sense could destroy it, I am unwilling—this is forced upon me!”

Wuyun laughed heartily. “You little floral turtle, profiting and still complaining! Though the spirit in this divine blade is powerful, once you grind it down, you’ll gain countless secrets and knowledge from the divine realm. Such a great favor—surely you owe me thanks!”

“Shameless!” The ancient turtle began shaking, and with each movement, everyone could feel the stars around them quiver. Yet the Battle King stood firm as a mountain, alongside Long Yi and the vibrant threads of the insect, unmoved.

After a while, seeing his efforts fruitless, the turtle grew furious. The ground rumbled and cracked, dust and stone fragments exploding, until the turtle’s full form was revealed—just as Wuyun had said, a floral turtle!

One side black, the other red, with blue in the red and green in the blue. Moreover, red, yellow, and blue intermingled, forming a myriad of colors. This reminded them of the chaotic runes they saw upon entering—the patterns followed the changes in the floral turtle’s markings.

The colors inside and out shone brilliantly, crystal clear, resembling the shifting clouds and landscapes of the world below. Long Yi, well-versed in such treasures, could not help but sigh, “An Imperial-grade formation!”

Each of these formations is a treasure coveted by all major sects of the immortal realm. Possession of it means the rise of a sect, its endurance unshakable.

As for the formation’s name, Wuyun pondered for a long time, for the symbols encircling the turtle were endless!

“The First Treasure of the Piaoyian Immortal Sect in the Bright Immortal Realm—Mystic Turtle Nine Heavens Ten Earths Formation #￥%…”

The Third Immortal Realm? Long Yi tried to decipher it with his divine sense, swallowing nervously, and simply asked, “What is this formation spirit called?”

“Nine Heavens Ten Earths Floral Turtle—it really is called the Nine Heavens Ten Earths Floral Turtle!” The floral turtle muttered, shaking its head as if leisurely, but in truth, it was locked in a life-and-death struggle with the spirit in the ancient yellow broken blade.

Formation spirit versus artifact spirit—how cruel the rivalry...

Wuyun settled cross-legged atop the floral turtle’s back—here was the safest spot, the very core and focal point of the entire formation.

“You’re despicable, shameless, vile, sinister, cunning, disgusting…” As the ancient yellow blade shone overhead, the floral turtle’s temperament changed dramatically, from gentle to furious.

In the end, Ancestor Dragon Six erupted from within, barely having time to describe the interior before Wuyun flicked his palm and reversed him into a Buddhist bead.

Instantly, a dragon shape appeared on the bead, carved upon its surface, writhing and struggling.

Time passed. When the ancient yellow broken blade radiated dazzling imperial power, the floral turtle belched loudly, and the blade rose from its head, dropping to the ground.

Bear Third rejoiced; his silver silk had just wrapped the blade when a cough sounded and the silk faded to nothing, leaving Bear Third vomiting blood and collapsing.

“Hmm, this bear is not bad—he’s eaten the demon core of the Immortal Realm’s rare bird beast. Good! Good! Once you fully absorb the core’s power, you’ll be even tastier!” The floral turtle’s head rotated one hundred eighty degrees, facing Wuyun and the others. Its small, nearly invisible eyes looked like nail holes in a wall.

Wuyun shook his head and clicked his tongue. “Such a fine floral turtle—if only its eyes weren’t like nails. Back when you had flesh, you must have been at the Immortal King level!”

“Disgusting!”

The little turtle had barely finished speaking when Wuyun vanished and, in the next second, appeared in its gaping, tooth-filled mouth.

The sharp teeth closed slightly—Wuyun shrank three feet; another bite, he shrank six feet more.

Without my consent, you bring me such a feast? This blade spirit nearly choked me to death! If you beg for mercy, I might spare you!

The floral turtle’s strength was unquestionable. Bear Third, still coughing, hadn’t managed to get up. Just as Long Yi was about to speak to ease the tension, he heard Wuyun cursing from inside the turtle’s mouth, “You wretched turtle, go on, bite me if you dare!”

“You think I won’t?” The floral turtle’s mouth closed again, and Wuyun vanished.

Yet even so, a voice still echoed, rattling the air, cursing incessantly.

Including Long Yi, everyone was sweating profusely. This Senior Wuyun was truly extraordinary—facing a formidable foe without fear, never letting his aura waver regardless of the odds.

One cursed, the other chewed—indeed, the fiercer the curses, the more furious the chewing. Until finally, Wuyun, drenched in saliva, was spat out. The turtle’s nail-like eyes bulged to the size of footballs, glaring at Wuyun. “How do you know I can’t kill you? Who are you, and what do you want?”

After three questions, the floral turtle shuddered, and from within its body floated a blade spirit—the ancient yellow broken blade’s artifact spirit, which even it could not digest.

The blade spirit hovered in midair, as if entering a grand formation. The next moment, countless murky lights surged toward the blade spirit. After half a day, it remained completely unharmed, as if invincible.

“What on earth did you feed me? Why can’t I digest it?” The floral turtle grew anxious, activating the Nine Heavens Ten Earths formation. Slowly, the blade spirit shrank slightly.

Even a slight reduction was enough—the floral turtle belched contentedly. “What a treasure—enough to feed me for tens of thousands of years!”

Faced with many inquiries, Wuyun sighed. “Artifact spirits from the divine realm, upon descending to the lower worlds, become immortal and indestructible. Only the spirit of space, wielding spatial power, can refine them—not destroy. Their density is too great for this space to bear!”

Everyone was stunned, including the floral turtle. Upon hearing about the divine artifact, its eyes sparkled, spinning with thoughts.

Indeed, what followed was exactly as everyone expected.

“If I digest it quickly and extract its power, this floral turtle could break free from the spatial fissure, return to the immortal realm, or enter the Qianluo space. But the cost is immense—even if I could, why should I feed him, only to be disgusted by his saliva? Repaying kindness with ingratitude!”