Days passed by...
One month later, Ding Yan finally deduced the method of extracting the fourth kind of rune, and based on this, he laid out a formation that weakened the power of the runes in this space.
Half a month later, Ding Yan deduced the composition of this master-level formation.
This formation was a rare master-level rune formation, a trapping space constructed with runes. Inside it, there were a total of nine types of runes. Among them, the ninth type of rune had only three pieces, while the most common rune had nearly ten thousand pieces. If we were to compare this formation to a house, the lower-level runes were the bricks, the higher-level runes were the pillars, and the most precious ninth type of rune was the foundation and the most important part of this house.
Looking up, the sky was no longer chaotic.
After extracting a large number of runes, many of the trajectories of the formation became clear, and a bright moon appeared in the sky.
"To turn runes into a bright moon, truly worthy of being a master-level formation. If someone were to control it, it's unlikely that I would be able to break through this formation even after a hundred years..." gazing at the moon, Ding Yan sighed.
In the long river of time, countless strong individuals were buried and forgotten by people...
The ancestors who set up this formation, regardless of their mastery of formations or their cultivation and state of mind, were not something Ding Yan could compare to. The longer Ding Yan comprehended, the more he felt the terror of the formation.
As a matter of fact, a master-level formation was as powerful as a top-tier dao art.
The most legendary master-level formations were almost comparable to immortal arts. After completion, they could resist nine Pantheon Tribulations. The present formation that trapped Ding Yan, although not a top-tier one, was also not something an ordinary formation could match.
Lifting his foot, Ding Yan walked toward the void.
The figure of the Eight Trigrams flashed beneath his feet.
After so long of comprehension, Ding Yan had understood that as long as he destroyed any one of the runes in the ninth type, he could leave this formation. Moreover, through this long comprehension, Ding Yan had already grasped the essence of this formation, and what was left was simply a matter of time.
Above the void, Ding Yan stood in front of the bright moon, as if he could pluck it with his hand.
However, Ding Yan was well aware that truly touching the bright moon was not as simple as just raising his hand, because between him and the bright moon, there were countless hidden runes, ranging from the first to the eighth type, numbering in the tens of thousands. Whenever he wanted to touch the bright moon, those runes would appear one by one, keeping them apart.
This was the instinct of the formation, a master-level formation, not just decoration.
"It's time to leave..." Ding Yan lowered his head, glanced at the world below, and in his eyes, the Yin and Yang flashed. As if in a trance, he seemed to see runes like an ocean.
This formation space was a world of runes!
He raised his hand.
As the elemental energy circulated in his hand, a trace of immortal energy slowly gathered into Ding Yan's palm along the meridians. Under the operation of the Qiankun Daojing, the aura of immortal energy became even more intense. Hazy, it seemed like there was a rotating Taiji symbol floating on Ding Yan's palm.
Using the Qiankun Daojing to manipulate the immortal energy, perhaps even the ancestors who created this technique wouldn't have thought of it.
After a long time, Ding Yan waved his sleeve.
The immortal energy in his hand flew out and condensed in the void, transforming into a huge rune! This rune was the most common first-level rune in the formation space. After comprehending it for so many days, Ding Yan finally completed the depiction of the first type of rune.
With immortal energy as the foundation within the body, condensed into a rune, although it was the lowest level, the energy it emitted could not be compared even with the eighth-level rune.
After the rune took shape, Ding Yan gestured towards the void, compressing it into a ball of energy in his palm. Then, he closed his fingers, crushed the force, and then casually launched a spell.
Petrification Technique!
After casting the spell, it turned into a visible force and, under Ding Yan's control, rapidly shrank until it was only the size of a thumb, melding into the rune.
"Go!" Ding Yan waved his sleeve.
The rune flew towards the bright moon. As it passed, one rune after another continued to flash, fifth-level rune, sixth-level rune, seventh-level rune, and even the eighth-level rune...
These runes trembled upon sensing the rune cast by Ding Yan, but in the end, they did not hinder it.
Seeing this, Ding Yan breathed a sigh of relief.
"Fortunately, no one is controlling this formation. Otherwise, this method may not work..."
Runes are the foundation of this world. By using his immortal energy as a guide, Ding Yan transformed it into runes, concealing his Dao techniques within, which could be said to be a deceitful tactic. It's like a spy infiltrating the enemy's camp in disguise.
Of course, although the method sounds easy, it's not easy to do. Not to mention the compression of the Dao techniques, just depicting the runes would completely be impossible without achieving a great mastery in formations. Ding Yan only managed to reach this level with the help of his past experiences and current insights, barely enough to depict the first type of rune.
The runes silently fell onto the bright moon.
Ding Yan retreated a few steps upon seeing this.
With a thought, the huge rune exploded. The force of the rune, imbued with immortal energy, erupted with power comparable to a top-tier spell. The eighth-level rune on the side was pushed back, and the central ninth-level rune even trembled under this massive force.
However, this was not the end.
After the rune exploded, the concealed Dao techniques were immediately activated.
The power of petrification instantly enveloped the entire rune.
Boom!
The space seemed to collapse. Countless runes went mad, and the threads connecting them were mercilessly cut.
In the center, the massive bright moon transformed into the ninth-level rune began to petrify at a visible speed...
"The formation is open!" Ding Yan retreated to the ground.
On the ground, the large formation set up previously was opened again. However, this time, the central rune used was a fourth-level rune, so the space torn was even larger.
This type of tearing space was extremely unstable, and there would occasionally be one or two stray runes passing through it. If it were a person, it would be absolutely impossible to pass through, but for energy or runes, it would not be hindered at all.
Crack...
The bright moon trembled and then cracked.
Countless runes, without the support of the central bright moon, fell from the void. These runes contained the power of the master-level formation that had not been deciphered, completely different from the runes extracted by Ding Yan. The gap between the two was like that between poultry and wild beasts. If hit by these runes, even a scattered immortal would be seriously injured.
However, Ding Yan had left a trick behind on the ground, a formation specifically set up for these runes.
...
"Who! Which bastard is trying to mess with me!"
In a place full of broken stone tablets, the Dispersed Person of Five Sources shouted angrily, disheveled, and pointing at the sky.
In the past month, he had been attacked by the falling runes eleven times, and although he had narrowly escaped each time, the noise of the falling runes always drew out some monsters. If not for his deep cultivation, he would have been eaten by those monsters long ago.
What made him even more fearful was that, apart from those monsters, the falling runes were also getting stronger and stronger.