On the Celestial Path Track, one year later.
Chen Xun and his companions had already constructed two hundred lengths, their speed increasing and becoming more adept with each passing day.
However, this place now seed endless, and even the central hub of the Celestial Path Track was gradually becoming a re speck, only a faint warmth could be felt.
Yet, wherever they built, the grand formation of the track protected them.
It seed to remind them... they were not journeying alone; countless fellow Daoists were guarding them from behind.
This silent and cold gesture ward Chen Xun's heart.
Rather than competing for supremacy and seizing secret realms, he preferred spending ti with these cultivators, exploring and contributing to the construction of this magnificent immortal cultivation civilization.
Chen Xun only glanced back briefly before burying himself in hard work again. The roaring sound of mana surging around him never ceased, and he tirelessly earned resources for the immortal path every mont.
Little Crane and Little Chi gradually found their way, focusing on capturing the Chaotic Path in the Void Land.
In the future, they were destined to enter the celestial realm, and according to Black Bull, capturing the Chaotic Path in the Void Land was hundreds of tis harder than in the celestial realm.
At least there, the paths were traceable and everywhere, requiring no search.
In the Void Land, one had to search for the Chaotic Path, which was extrely violent and could not be used to sever one's own Dao chains, as doing so would be akin to detonating one's own immortal source.
However, Black Bull was uncertain, as after witnessing the Celestial Path Track, many previously impossible things were slowly becoming possible.
Perhaps in the future, so immortal genius would create a technique to sever Dao chains in the Void Land without relying on the celestial realm's gifts.
After all, no one knew if there was a limit to the gifts there; if exhausted, there would be nothing left to enjoy.
Little Crane glanced at Chen Xun, seemingly thinking of sothing, but she continued her work diligently without asking further questions, knowing that her eldest brother would tell her when the ti was right.
Little Chi, on the other hand, remained carefree, doing whatever was asked without complaint or fatigue.
...
Ten years later, the construction team led by Xin Black Bull broke through 'two thousand lengths' on the Celestial Path Track, causing an uproar among the cultivators of the Yellow-tier formation base!
In the Yellow-tier formation hall, standing in the Void Land at the center of several main tracks, hundreds of space warships hovered, and even celestial puppets guarded the area.
Today, cultivators ca and went in an endless stream, their eyes filled with excitent and a hint of indescribable shock, their chatter resounding through the skies.
Inside the formation hall.
Shan Zhuo stood in the center, utterly shocked, at a loss, feeling as if a thorn were stuck in his throat and a needle in his back...
The hall was surrounded by steps, where the elders of the Yellow-tier, deputy tier envoys, and even mbers of the Ancient Saint Clan, including the Yellow-tier envoy, Cang Xinyun, were present, staring at him with piercing eyes.
Cang Xinyun, dressed in a flowing robe, stood tall and imposing, even more powerful than the Wild Vein Clan's physical bodies, though smaller than the Nine Heavens Shadow Clan.
However, this clan had a distinctive feature: an ancient character 'Saint' on the back of their necks, a natural trait, not inscribed later.
Cang Xinyun, with his hair tied in a crown, exuded a formidable aura, his cultivation at the early Unity stage, calmly spoke, "Shan Zhuo, was it you who recruited Xin Daoist's team?"
"Reporting to the tier envoy... yes, yes." Shan Zhuo's voice trembled, his heart still in turmoil.
In just ten years, constructing two thousand lengths, he couldn't achieve that in his lifeti, even if he built until his demise! Who could do that?!
"With such strength, you tricked them into building a track?!" Cang Xinyun's brows furrowed, questioning loudly, his voice echoing through the hall, "Shan Zhuo, do you not wish to stay here?!"
All the beings of various clans in the hall looked at Shan Zhuo with displeasure. Such strength was not of the Void Refinent phase, but perhaps others knew nothing and were deceived by Shan Zhuo into building the track.
"Injustice!" Shan Zhuo shouted, his eyes wide open, hurriedly explaining to everyone, "When Fellow Daoist Chen Xun and his team arrived, their cultivation was exposed as the Void Refinent phase! I did not deceive them!"
"Explain the situation truthfully. If there's any hint of suppression or exploitation, Shan Zhuo, you will go to the formation palace to accept punishnt."
Cang Xinyun's words were calm and cold, "Also, why haven't they gone to the formation palace to take up positions after constructing two thousand lengths? Are you hiding sothing?"
"Shan Zhuo, as a cultivator building the Celestial Path Track, don't play those small clan gas. If Xin Daoist and his team learn the truth, it will only ruin your reputation."
"Injustice..."
Shan Zhuo sighed deeply, almost on the verge of tears, and began to recount everything truthfully, leaving nothing out.
A stick of incense later.
The entire hall fell silent. Indeed, everyone believed his words, for in such a situation, hiding anything would be childish, and it seed to be a misunderstanding.
After Shan Zhuo finished speaking, he nearly collapsed in the hall, lanting his innocence.
Cang Xinyun's expression softened after listening, smiling, "I see, Shan Zhuo indeed accomplished a great feat and deserves a reward. Record ten lengths, and I'll personally reward five more."
"Yes, tier envoy." A celestial puppet behind him responded expressionlessly, everything had to be docunted.
Once appointed, based on the position's importance, there would be separate rewards every hundred years to motivate these cultivators building the track, as everyone ca here primarily to earn cultivation resources.
No matter how beautifully words were spoken, nothing was as sincere and practical as distributing more spirit stones, for cultivators of this realm were not foolish, and neither were the higher-ups.
Shan Zhuo's emotions were a whirlwind, but he breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for the chance to explain, and added, "I didn't know their formation skills were so profound; I couldn't see through them at all back then."
Cang Xinyun nodded, "If you could see through them, you could also construct two thousand lengths in ten years. It's not your fault; they concealed their cultivation."
"..." Shan Zhuo was taken aback by this comnt, feeling as if he had been scolded, yet not entirely.
At this mont, an elder stepped forward and spoke, "Tier envoy, should we report this to the Yellow-tier garrison commander? Such a formation talent is too valuable to be used rely for building tracks."
"Elder Jin suggests sending Xin Daoist and his team to test the track nodes?"
"Indeed."
"No rush, since they concealed their cultivation and even asked how far they should build, yet didn't go to the formation palace to take up positions, it seems they enjoy building the track. Let's not force them."
Cang Xinyun shook his head slightly, his gaze distant, "The day they return will be the day I step down and let them take over."
As his words fell, blue smoke filled the hall, and a formation rose from the ground, displaying a three-dinsional image of the Yellow-tier track, reduced by tens of thousands of tis.
He then spoke, "Shan Zhuo, you may leave. Everyone, today's event is worth celebrating, but we must not slack off. Regarding the distribution of our Yellow-tier track, these few can be cut off first..."
Shan Zhuo silently bowed to the four directions, his eyes gradually becoming solemn. The cultivators in the hall seed to never rest, already planning the grand strategy.
He dared not disturb them, quietly leaving step by step, but as soon as he exited the hall, he was greeted by the congratulations of fellow Daoists, praising his keen eye for talent, adding another team of formation masters to the Yellow-tier!
This scene made Shan Zhuo, who had been serious, burst into laughter, hurriedly bowing in response, humbly saying, "It's those seniors who saw sothing in ; how could I, with such poor judgnt, claim to have a keen eye?"
In any case, this incident had made Shan Zhuo's na quite prominent, and his status rose accordingly, as everyone knew the Yellow-tier had produced a team of formation masters, brought in by Shan Zhuo!
...
Ti passed silently, accompanied by the cold and desolate Void Land, another century slipped away without a sound.
Xin Black Bull's team had constructed the track beyond thirty thousand lengths! But they were on the verge of losing contact at such a distant range!
The star compass couldn't connect, the sound transmission disk couldn't connect, and even the aura from the jade token was gradually weakening, but they were definitely still alive!
The entire Yellow-tier formation base's millions of cultivators were in an uproar, such terrifying news had already exploded in all directions, what did it an for a team of cultivators to build thirty thousand lengths?!
Comparable to entering the Great Ascension stage when one's Void Refinent great-grandmother was about to pass away!!
Buzz—
Buzz—
At this mont, teams of celestial puppets were dispatched, massive rescue space warships set sail from the central hub, with Great Ascension Venerables stationed in the battlefield, their brows twitching, praying nothing would happen to them!
The atmosphere in the Yellow-tier formation palace was chaotic and murderous, a Rosefinch with a furious expression overlooking two figures below, coldly demanding:
"Yellow-tier envoy, Cang Xinyun, tier track cultivator, Shan Zhuo, you better give a satisfactory explanation as to why you placed such great cultivators in danger."
"……"
"……"
The formation palace fell silent, Cang Xinyun unable to defend himself, his expression changing dramatically.
He subconsciously glanced at Shan Zhuo, as if saying: Shan Zhuo, I finally understand how you felt back then...
Shan Zhuo was utterly shocked, as if struck by lightning, his hair standing on end.
He had never imagined in his life that he would encounter such world-shaking formation cultivators—Xin Black Bull—at the edge of the Celestial Path Track!
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