Chapter 603: I Say This Formation Will Be Broken in No More Than Fifty Breaths

Qingxuan Island.

Xing Zhong, Liu Yuncui, and a tall, thin cultivator stood suspended in mid-air.

The third cultivator wore a Daoist robe of black and white, with a sun embroidered on the left chest and a moon on the right.

Xing Zhong and Liu Yuncui both stepped back half a pace to stand behind him.

Clearly, he was the one in command.

In front of them was a formation constantly churning with mist.

This mist formation covered an enormous area, encompassing Qingxuan Island and the surrounding sea.

Any cultivator could tell this was mist formed by a formation, not natural fog.

Anyone not looking for trouble would steer clear of it from afar.

No one would be foolish enough to trespass into someone else’s formation.

Liu Yuncui said softly, “Fellow Daoist Sun, this formation is quite strange. At first glance, it seems no different from an ordinary mist formation.”

“But when I entered it, I couldn’t make sense of anything. I couldn’t find a way in.”

“I nearly got caught by the sword aura array hidden within.”

Xing Zhong sneered, “That’s because your formation skills are weak and shallow!”

“Fellow Daoist Sun is one of the top formation masters in the Sun Moon Sect—there’s no sub-Saint formation he hasn’t seen!”

Sun Yifan smiled faintly, “Fellow Daoist Xing flatters me. The world of formations is vast and full of wonders. There are many ancient formations I have yet to encounter.”

Liu Yuncui chuckled, “I heard Fellow Daoist Sun is about to be accepted as a disciple by that highly esteemed Elder Ximen of the Sun Moon Sect?”

“I’ve heard that Elder Ximen is a top-tier formation grandmaster. They say he’s currently researching Saint-level formations.”

“If successful, he’ll be the first Saint-level formation master in our Luo Xing Sea Region!”

“Then Fellow Daoist Sun will be a disciple of a Saint-level formation master. The two of us will have to rely on your support in the future.”

Sun Yifan wore a proud look but spoke with modesty, “Oh, not at all. It’s the master who is powerful, not me.”

“I’ve only picked up a bit of superficial knowledge from him.”

“Still, for a formation set by some young brat, I’m confident I can break it.”

Xing Zhong nodded repeatedly, “That kid’s just a hot-blooded youth—looks like he’s only three or four hundred years old. His formation skills can’t compare to Fellow Daoist Sun’s.”

Sun Yifan waved his hand, “You two wait here. Watch me break this formation.”

With that, he stepped alone into the mist.

Xing Zhong and Liu Yuncui stood with their hands clasped behind their backs, faces full of expectation.

Xing Zhong smiled, “Take a guess—how long do you think Sun Yifan will take to break the formation?”

Liu Yuncui raised one finger, “A hundred breaths at most.”

Xing Zhong laughed, “No, no, no. I say the formation will be broken in no more than fifty breaths! You probably don’t know—two years ago, Sun Yifan could already skillfully arrange and break many mid-tier Heaven-grade formations.”

Liu Yuncui looked surprised, “I see. No wonder you’re so confident.”

Xing Zhong gave a cold chuckle, “That brat Shi Tianhao secretly had someone send me word that there’s an undersea volcano beneath this Qingxuan Island, containing a good amount of Earthfire Essence.”

“Once the mist is broken, we go in together. Don’t let Sun Yifan find out about the Earthfire Essence.”

“We’ll split it fifty-fifty between us.”

Liu Yuncui chuckled along, “Song Zhenfei and that Shen Mo really don’t know how to choose friends.”

“Old Xing, that Shi Tianhao isn’t bad. We should consider bringing him in.”

Xing Zhong nodded slightly, “He is decent. But he’s a sly little fox. If we’re not careful, he might sell us out. Use him cautiously.”

“Agreed,” Liu Yuncui nodded.

Xing Zhong suddenly gave a light hum, “Hasn’t it already been more than a hundred breaths?”

Liu Yuncui was startled, “It does seem like it… Why hasn’t anything happened?”

Xing Zhong and Liu Yuncui stared at the churning mist, momentarily at a loss.

Why hadn’t he come out yet?

Wasn’t Sun Yifan supposed to be a formation expert?

Forget a hundred breaths—it felt like it had already been two hundred.

While the two were still puzzled,

the mist suddenly surged violently,

as if countless ferocious beasts were roaring within.

Then came the sharp clang of sword cries.

In the next moment, a figure was forced out.

His robes were in tatters, his body covered in blood.

Looking closely—it was none other than their so-called formation master, Sun Yifan.

Xing Zhong was stunned. “Fellow Daoist Sun, you…”

Sun Yifan, both ashamed and furious, snapped, “This formation is extremely strange—unlike anything I’ve seen before.”

“Following standard methods for breaking mist formations not only failed to break it, it triggered the killing formation inside.”

“If I didn’t have a few tricks, I would’ve died in there!”

He glared at Xing Zhong and Liu Yuncui and growled, “Are you sure? That really was set up by some brat?”

“The complexity of this formation rivals top-tier Heaven-grade formations!”

Xing Zhong and Liu Yuncui exchanged glances, seeing the same confusion in each other’s eyes.

Top-tier Heaven-grade formation?

That couldn’t be right.

Shen Mo was just some young brat. How could he possibly set up a top-tier Heaven-grade formation?

But the evidence was right there.

Even Sun Yifan couldn’t break it.

They had no choice but to believe it now.

Sun Yifan said in a low voice, “There’s only one way left—force it open.”

“With the three of us working together, we should be able to blast through the formation’s defenses.”

Xing Zhong and Liu Yuncui nodded slightly. “Alright.”

The three immediately summoned their dharma manifestations.

Above Xing Zhong’s head appeared a giant crocodile.

Above Liu Yuncui’s head appeared a green willow.

Above Sun Yifan’s head appeared a long boat.

One after another, they unleashed martial techniques. Spiritual power surged forth, blasting toward the roiling mist.

Yet their attacks sank into the formation like stones in the sea.

No sound, no trace—completely absorbed.

Unwilling to give up, the three continued bombarding the formation for a full incense stick of time.

Most of their spiritual energy was spent—seven to eight tenths gone.

But the mist showed no sign of thinning.

At this point, Sun Yifan’s eyes nearly popped from their sockets.

He was a Nirvana Realm cultivator with twenty Dao patterns.

Xing Zhong and Liu Yuncui were no weaker, each with around twenty Dao patterns as well.

With this level of strength attacking full force, they still couldn’t break the formation?

It seemed his earlier assessment was spot-on.

This really was a top-tier Heaven-grade formation.

Sun Yifan immediately grew hesitant.

He didn’t believe that someone capable of laying such a formation could be just a two- or three-hundred-year-old brat.

To have such a cultivator as an enemy would be unwise.

Even with a powerful master, his master wouldn’t want him stirring up unnecessary trouble.

“I don’t believe this! Again!”

Xing Zhong roared, pouring all his spiritual energy into a punch.

The giant crocodile howled, the fist wind thundered!

And finally—he broke through the mist, revealing part of the island’s true form!

Seeing this, Xing Zhong and Liu Yuncui were overjoyed and immediately rushed in.

Sun Yifan hesitated for a moment but did not follow. He remained outside.

Something still didn’t feel right.

It was better to be cautious.

If what Xing Zhong and Liu Yuncui said was true—that Shen Mo was just a brat—

then the two of them could handle him, and Sun Yifan would have repaid Xing Zhong’s favor.

But if Shen Mo was actually strong, going in would be suicide.

Staying outside was the safest choice.

Just then, he suddenly sensed someone approaching from behind.

He immediately turned around—

and saw four streaks of light approaching in unison from the horizon!

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