Becoming an immortal against the will of heaven

Watching the expressions of surprise and doubt on the faces of Old Ancestor Motian and Han Wuming, Chen Tian couldn't help but smile wryly and say, "My departure may be for a long time, or I may never return, but this Immortal Demon Gate is, after all, a joint creation of the three of us, so I naturally don't want anything to happen to it in the future. So, consider these things as my last gifts to you before I leave!"

Speaking to this point, Chen Tian paused for a moment, and then, he explained in even greater detail, "These flags are a protective grand formation that I have exhausted my life's array techniques to refine, expending enormous effort! It is divided into three layers. The outer layer of red halo is called the Rakshasa Formation, which can protect the surrounding thousands of miles from enemy intrusion. Cultivators below the Transformation Spring Realm are simply unable to break in."

"The middle layer of cyan wind wall is called the Yama Formation, which can keep cultivators below the凝海境 (Ninghai Realm) a hundred miles away. If anyone wants to force their way in, then they will definitely be blown to pieces by the gale in the Yama Formation, and their primordial spirit will dissipate! With these two layers of protection, you will be able to resist most enemy attacks!"

"Hiss… So powerful?!" When Chen Tian said this, Han Wuming and Old Ancestor Motian couldn't help but gasp, their faces showing extreme horror.

After recovering, Han Wuming rolled his eyes and asked Chen Tian, "Sect Leader, what is the power of the last layer?"

Hearing Han Wuming's words, the expression on Chen Tian's face became even more gloomy, and he said solemnly, "The first two Rakshasa and Yama Formations can keep all enemies below the Ninghai Realm out! However, if one day, a筑天境 (Zhuji Realm) cultivator attacks the mountain, then this last layer of protective grand formation will activate on its own.

This formation has consumed all of my effort, and it is called the 'Nirvana Formation'. You must remember that if the Immortal Demon Gate encounters a strong enemy one day and is about to fall, you must bring all the disciples to Phoenix Cry Mountain, and then activate this Nirvana Formation! Let me put it this way, in the face of the Nirvana Formation, even a late-stage Zhuji Realm cultivator will definitely die!"

"What!"

If the two grand formations Chen Tian introduced before were already shocking, then the power of the 'Nirvana Formation' he was talking about now had already exceeded the imagination of Han Wuming and Old Ancestor Motian!

They never imagined that the power of this formation could actually kill a late-stage Zhuji Realm expert! How perverted is that!

You must know that the late-stage Zhuji Realm is a supreme powerhouse standing at the top of the entire cultivation world! Being able to kill them means that the person who created the formation possesses strength far exceeding theirs!

Thinking of this, the two of them used an extremely strange look to continuously size up Chen Tian. As if in their hearts, Chen Tian at this time had become extremely unfamiliar.

After all, according to this reasoning, they could no longer know how terrifying Chen Tian's strength had become!

However, Chen Tian seemed not to have noticed the surprise on the two people's faces, and continued, "Of course, if it is not a last resort, I do not recommend that you activate the Nirvana Formation, because although the power of this formation is great, it can only be used three times. After three times, it will collapse on its own. You must remember this!"

Hearing Chen Tian's words, Han Wuming and Old Ancestor Motian seemed to have recovered from the previous shock, and then they bowed down together and replied in unison, "We obey!"

Looking at the two people like this, Chen Tian couldn't help but show a satisfied smile, and then he turned his hand over and took out a gorgeous jade slip with various colors, and handed it to Old Ancestor Motian, "Inside here is the method to activate these three protective formations. For now, you will keep it first, and after you select a new sect leader in the future, pass this thing on to him, so that it will be passed down from generation to generation. Do you understand?"

"Yes, this subordinate understands!" Not daring to be negligent in the slightest, Old Ancestor Motian first respectfully replied, and then took the gorgeous jade slip from Chen Tian's hand.

Although the jade slip itself was not heavy, Old Ancestor Motian appeared extremely cautious when holding it, as if it weighed a thousand pounds! He naturally knew that this jade slip was a precious treasure that could save their Immortal Demon Gate three times, and could not be lost!

After receiving the jade slip, Old Ancestor Motian immediately engraved several layers of seals on it, and took out a hard iron box made of ten thousand years of cold iron to store it properly.

Only after completing all of this did Old Ancestor Motian let out a long sigh of relief, as if he was relieved of a heavy burden!

At this time, Chen Tian sighed helplessly, and then said, "Alright, I have already explained everything that needs to be explained. It is time to leave. The Immortal Demon Gate next will all depend on the two of you. I hope you will not disappoint me."

Hearing Chen Tian's words, Han Wuming and Old Ancestor Motian's faces turned solemn, and they quickly replied, "Sect Leader, rest assured, we will definitely continue to carry forward the Immortal Demon Gate and will not let you lose face."

"Very good!" As if very satisfied with this answer, the smile on Chen Tian's face became even more prosperous.

At this moment, the first ray of dawn, as if unable to restrain itself any longer, suddenly spurted out from the eastern mountain peaks, dispelling the thick darkness and dyeing the clouds in the sky with a layer of intense color like blood.

Chen Tian looked up at the sky, as if realizing something, and suddenly sighed, "Alright, it is time for me to leave. From now on, you two should take care of yourselves!"

After saying that, Chen Tian no longer lingered, and with a move of his figure, he transformed into a stream of light and flew away into the distance at lightning speed.

"We respectfully send off Sect Leader!"

Han Wuming and Old Ancestor Motian looked at Chen Tian's distant figure, their faces showing a strong reluctance, but they had no way to persuade Chen Tian to stay, because they knew that Chen Tian must have more important things to do. Therefore, in great sorrow, they could only respectfully bow deeply to the constantly receding Chen Tian.

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On the other side, when the night had not yet dissipated, the morning sun had not yet risen, and the entire world was still shrouded in a thick gray fog, Chen Tian's figure was shuttling through the sky at extreme speed like a ghost. Wherever he passed, the surrounding night was all dispelled, revealing the daylight ahead of time.

I don't know how far he flew, but when Phoenix Cry Mountain was completely out of sight, Chen Tian's figure swayed, and he suddenly adjusted his posture and stopped on a small hill.

As he said that, Chen Tian lightly flicked his sleeves, and suddenly a thick blood mist and a strange black smoke shot out from his sleeves!