"Since he came here and has already made his move, he must be quite confident," Luo du replied.
"Even if I die Here, it's only a reincarnation ..."
"We just need to wait patiently."
"I hope so," the voice replied.
Luo du then closed his eyes and held back his energy, not saying anything more.
……
A few days later.
In the "yellow" area.
In a Valley that had been flattened by a spell technique, long taoer lowered his head. He sat cross-legged on a stone futon in a daze and absent-mindedness. He was silent.
There was no one in the surroundings.
The Orthodox Dao prisoners who had been surrounding him all this time had tried to persuade him, but seeing that he still refused to come to his senses, they no longer paid him any attention, leaving him alone in a trance.
At this moment, long taoer retracted his divine sense and nodded slightly.
There was no one around for the time being, and no one had noticed this place. It was about time to start!
Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated. He immediately cut his wrist and quickly used his blood to set up a formation.
A series of complicated runes were quickly outlined by his blood-stained fingertips. The formation in front of him was both strange and familiar.
A few decades ago, he had used the secret method of the reincarnation tower to reincarnate as an ordinary Li Shu disciple of the glazed avarice Empire. With his outstanding talent, he had been successfully recruited into the Jade Qilin Academy.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of years had passed. Even he himself thought that he was a native of the colored avarice dynasty.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe used to be like most of the students in the Jade Qilin Academy. He studied hard and eliminated evil. He once traveled the world with a sword and saw no injustice. He had also studied the Classics and History books at night. He had also once dressed in white robes, held a feather fan with his schoolmates, swept through the wind and moon, and picked beautiful women with the zither ...
Whether it was his dozens of years of learning, cultivation, or his participation in the Great War between the righteous and demonic path, he wasn't acting on purpose. Instead, under the protection and guidance of the glazed tile Empire, he felt from the bottom of his heart that he should do this!
Until ...
In that tragic battle to defend the city, the city had fallen. He had thought that he would be killed by the demonic cultivators like his other classmates. He had not expected to meet a Junior Brother from the sect in his previous life.
He was already a senior member of the reincarnation tower, and he used a secret technique to awaken the memories of his previous life.
Long taoer suddenly came to a realization that he was never the long taoer of the glazed tile Empire, but the reincarnation of the reincarnation tower!
He had been long taoer for decades. Even his teacher at the Jade Qilin Academy had not noticed the problem with his identity.
All of his fellow disciples, relatives, and friends in the Liu Yan Empire felt sorry for him for his crime of fleeing at the last minute. There were also some who were resentful that he had failed to live up to expectations.
However, no one doubted his identity!
Under such circumstances, he was finally successfully locked in the crossing disaster abyss.
All of this had been planned in advance.
A hundred years ago, the reincarnation tower had been planning to release all the beings sealed in the " heaven " zone during this war.
With the participation of those existences, the war to suppress the puppet would be unstoppable!
However, the rules here were strict. Even though a lot of people had been transferred away because of the war, there were still many restrictions. Going directly to the sky District to save people was the same as walking into a trap!
Therefore, what he had to do now was not to contact those people in the heaven District, but to plant a seed for the reincarnation tower in the crossing disaster abyss.
When the seeds were ripe ...
As his mind whirred, long taoer had already drawn one of the formation patterns with his own blood.
Just as he finished the last stroke, the array pattern disappeared.
At the same time, his aura became extremely weak.
The cultivation of this body was too low, and it was difficult for him to display his true strength.
However, if it was any higher, there was a possibility of being locked up in the "Xuan" area.
Long taoer quickly stood up and left as he thought about his plans.
The crossing calamity abyss was heavily guarded and had all sorts of methods set up by the pseudo-Dao over the years. It was impossible to release all the prisoners in the 'heaven' zone in a short time. According to the plan, he would use ten years to quietly set up this great formation.
This was also why he had chosen to enter this place as a prisoner instead of coming here with a cane.
The evil Qi in the crossing calamity abyss was so strong that even with the evil dispelling pill, it could easily corrode cultivators after a long time.
Under normal circumstances, the average ranks and canes would be replaced after three to six years due to insufficient cultivation.
However, as a prisoner in the "yellow" District, as long as the war to suppress the puppet had not ended, he could stay here until he had secretly completed all the arrangements!
His identity as a student of the Jade Qilin Academy, the crime of deserting at the last minute, his resume of not harming innocents, and his current state of despair ... He was extremely safe at the moment.
As long as long taoer didn't take the initiative to reveal any flaws, no one would notice him!
After this, as long as he continued to hang out with the pseudo Dao disciples who were repentant, no one would suspect him ...
Hehehe ... Crossing calamity abyss, the prison that the pseudo Dao was proud of.
Since ancient times, no prisoner had ever been able to leave this place.
Ten years, in at most ten years, this legend would be completely broken!
He really wanted to see how shocked the pseudo Dao cultivator would be after he rescued everyone in the 'heaven' sector ...
……
In the spacious hall.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe section-level and cane-carrying cultivators entered one after another.
All the guards, including Sihong Miaoli, were summoned by nie biliu.
After everyone was present, nie biliu said slowly, " &Quot; the treasure has arrived. We'll begin the search immediately! &Quot;
"Yes!" Everyone's expression was solemn.
Following that, nie biliu led the way and headed toward the yellow zone.
When they arrived at a wide Canyon, he ordered, " "Gather all the prisoners in the 'yellow' District."
"Yes, sir!"
One of the sect-level cultivators took a step forward. With a thought, a Bell appeared in the air. No one hit it, but it chimed on its own.
This was the self-reflection Bell.
After the bell was rung, all the prisoners in the yellow zone would be immediately corroded by the Disha Qi if they did not arrive within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
The clear sound of bells rang above the layers of valleys.
Soon, prisoners came out from all corners one after another.
Their expressions were unorganized, and the gazes they used to look at the guards were mostly filled with faint malice and hatred.
However, with the soul formation stage nie biliu present, the prisoners didn't dare to provoke him too much.
Long taoer followed behind a few prisoners from the Orthodox Dao. He maintained his dejected state as he slowly walked into the crowd.
He was puzzled. Why did the chief suddenly gather all the prisoners in the " yellow " District?
Now that all the prisoners had arrived, nie biliu summoned a mirror from his sleeve and it quickly grew in size.
Soon, a mirror that was three feet tall appeared in front of the crowd. The surface of the mirror was smooth, but it was covered in mist, making it impossible to see anything clearly. The two words " three lives " were engraved on the side of the mirror.
Nie biliu stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the prisoners in front of him. He ordered coldly, " "Line up. Everyone, come forward and stand in front of the mirror for three breaths."