Chapter 1107: Seeking the Array Pivot

"Go!"

Lei Yuce let out a thunderous roar. The runes on the ground beneath him blazed with brilliant light, and a series of sharp, clanging sounds rang out as thirty-six golden flying swords emerged one after another from the earth, their tips pointing straight into the sky.

Unlike the earlier illusory sword shadows, these were all real flying swords, each inscribed with runes and containing traces of the law of metal.

He formed a sword seal with his hands, and the golden swords on the ground immediately trembled violently, their blades surging with golden light. Thousands upon thousands of golden sword threads surged upward like a tide, rushing into the high sky.

The oppressive force of the two dark yellow giant swords in the sky had already been greatly hindered. Now, with the dense sword threads surging upward, the earth-attribute law power within them was finally exhausted.

With a rumbling sound, the two yellow giant swords shattered simultaneously, dissipating into a halo of light.

Seeing this, Lei Yuce exchanged a smile with Su Qianxi.

But before they could relax, a dull sound came from the Heavenly Gate high above.

"It seems that unless we break this sword formation, the attacks won't stop," Lei Yuce said, his eyes flickering.

"The formation diagram should be somewhere in the array. You go find it; I can hold off here alone," Su Qianxi said after a moment's thought.

"This sword formation is quite powerful. I'm afraid you alone..."

"Brother Lei, are you underestimating our Water Moon Sect, or me?" Su Qianxi interrupted, her face turning cold.

"How could I dare..." Lei Yuce choked, looking at her beautiful face with a bitter smile.

"Go on with confidence. Leave this to me," Su Qianxi said, her expression relaxing, a rare smile appearing on her face.

"Very well. Be careful, Fairy Su. I'll go find the formation diagram now," Lei Yuce said, still worried but having no choice.

"Brother Lei, you be careful too..." Su Qianxi said softly, her expression calm.

Lei Yuce's heart leaped with joy. He nodded heavily and turned to walk toward the center of the formation. Though the pressure on him weighed more than a thousand jun, he felt light on his feet, filled with elation.

The gap in the Heavenly Gate high above remained open, and yellow flying swords continued to fall from time to time. Both Jiao San and the others, as well as the demons, were trapped and struggling.

Han Li, who had entered the formation first, found himself somewhat relieved.

With the others entering the formation, the sword formation had to divert its power to attack everyone. The pressure on him and the frequency of attacks had unknowingly decreased significantly.

Now, he was fully mobilizing his true spirit bloodline and operating the Heavenly Fiend Prison Suppression Art. His six giant arms each held a Green Bamboo Cloudswarm Sword, constantly swinging them to clear a path with lightning sword light, repeatedly shattering the yellow giant swords falling from the sky as he advanced toward the center of the formation.

According to his earlier speculation, the array pivot was most likely located at the center of the formation, which was the hardest to reach. Once he found it, he would have a chance to break the formation.

As lightning continuously exploded, a chaotic light suddenly blazed in the surrounding void. A whirlwind arose from the void, sweeping wildly in all directions. The area ahead suddenly became hazy, as if he had entered an illusory realm.

Han Li's heart tightened, and his brow furrowed involuntarily.

But then, a purple light flashed in his eyes as he fully activated his Netherworld Devil Eye to observe his surroundings.

However, under his spiritual eye technique, the scene around him did not change at all, remaining a chaotic, indistinguishable blur. Meanwhile, the yellow giant swords in the sky above continued to fall toward him.

Han Li had no choice but to divide his attention, searching for a path while defending against the formation's attacks.

He silently recited the Soul Refining Art incantation and fully mobilized his divine sense to probe the surroundings, but still found nothing.

Within the Time Tower, divine sense was already heavily suppressed, and within the sword formation, it was even worse. When Han Li released his divine sense, he could only sense the earth-attribute law power in the four directions, nothing else.

He was anxious but helpless, like a headless fly, moving straight ahead only by instinct.

However, as he continued walking, the invisible pressure around him grew stronger. It was now more than ten times greater than when he first entered the formation.

Han Li moved within it, and with each step, the rock beneath his feet cracked with a "crack," leaving deep, sunken footprints on the ground.

Moreover, with each tilt of the dark yellow giant sword, the pressure on Han Li increased by another degree.

"What a sword formation. Even a Da Luo cultivator who barges in, if he cannot find the correct method to break it, will be ground down to death here..." Han Li's throat moved slightly, and he felt a bit of sweetness in his mouth. He spat lightly and said.

Although he seemed unharmed so far, his internal organs were actually severely compressed. If he could not quickly find a way to break the formation and leave the sword array, he would eventually be in danger of losing his life.

After advancing with such difficulty for several hundred zhang, a long string of footprints deeply embedded in the ground was left behind Han Li.

Having said this, he seemed to suddenly remember something and no longer insisted on moving in a straight line. Instead, he composed his mind, no longer guided by his eyes, and began to walk with closed eyes in different directions.

He did not go far each time, only taking a dozen or so steps before retreating back to the starting point, then walking a dozen steps in another direction, retreating again, and setting off in a new direction.

After several such rounds, a large area of huge footprints embedded in the ground appeared within a dozen zhang of him.

When Han Li finally returned to the starting point for the last time, his tightly shut eyes slowly opened. He let out a long breath and looked in the direction indicated by one set of footprints, revealing a hint of a smile.

The sword formation was indeed chaotic, with the surrounding heaven and earth filled with the power of earth-attribute laws. But even though the power of laws existed between heaven and earth, it had its own flow patterns.

If the formation eye or formation hub of the sword array was located, the concentration of law power would also vary. Thus, Han Li had just walked in all directions to check the changes in the formation's power when moving in different directions.

Sure enough, in the positions to his right front, directly left, and right rear, the further Han Li walked, the denser the earth-attribute law power became.

However, the changes in the right front and directly left directions were far less intense than those in the right rear.

Thoughts raced through Han Li's mind, and he guessed that there should be formation eyes in the right front and directly left directions, while the formation hub should be in the right rear.

Having made up his mind, Han Li immediately waved his six arms continuously, cleaving away the last trace of spiritual light from the yellow giant sword falling from the sky, then changed direction and headed toward the right rear.

Although the general direction was set, the sword formation was extremely chaotic. Affected by the power of earth-attribute laws, the surrounding directions seemed to be constantly adjusting. Han Li had to stop every dozen or so steps to find his direction again.

After several rounds of trouble, leaving behind a series of increasingly deep footprints on the ground, an octagonal altar finally appeared at the edge of Han Li's vision.

After approaching another dozen steps, Han Li's gaze focused on the octagonal altar at the center of the sword formation. He saw that its edges were inlaid with eight yellow pebbles containing the power of earth-attribute laws.

And on each edge of the altar, a stone sword was inserted upright, like eight loyal guards protecting the center of the altar, where an octagonal jade plate floated in midair.

The jade plate had no earth-attribute law power, only flashes of spiritual light, and faintly visible complex carvings on it, which seemed to be some kind of runic pattern.

As soon as Han Li approached, a green light lit up on the octagonal jade plate, turning the pure white plate into a dark green color, and the pebbles standing on the octagonal altar also lit up.

Immediately after, Han Li heard a sound of sword chimes coming from the eight stone swords around the altar.

His heart stirred slightly, and his eight arms spun continuously like wind and fire wheels. The eight Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords burst with thunderous light, shattering the dark yellow giant sword pressing down from above.

Seizing the gap before the next attack, Han Li's figure suddenly flashed and rushed straight toward the altar.

With the boost from the reversed True Word Wheel within him, Han Li's movement speed increased significantly, but due to the obstruction of spatial pressure, it was still incomparable to being outside the formation.

Fortunately, the altar's position was very special. Within a radius of thirty zhang, the dark yellow flying swords from the sky would no longer fall here, otherwise, they would destroy the formation hub.

When Han Li's figure arrived a dozen zhang outside the altar, before his toes even touched the ground, a clanging sound roared from around the altar.

The eight stone swords suddenly pulled out of the ground, their surfaces shimmering with earthy yellow light, and shot toward Han Li.

These eight stone swords seemed to belong to a different category from the surrounding grand formation, existing solely to guard the altar's formation diagram. Their operation method also differed from the sword formation; once the sword momentum started, they were as swift as the wind.

After the flying swords shot out, a dark yellow light flourished on their bodies. Countless split sword shadows separated from the sword bodies, and with a flash of dark yellow light, they turned from illusion to reality, instantly condensing into thousands of flying swords.

All these flying swords emitted waves of earth-attribute law power, and the fluctuations they transmitted were almost identical, making it impossible to distinguish which ones were the original physical swords.

Seeing this, Han Li's body flashed with light, reverting to human form. He formed a sword seal with his hand and waved it in front of him.

The thirty-six Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords burst with intense green light, spreading out like a fan.

The sword aura on the Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords surged, and layers of sword shadows grew like seedlings, blooming one after another in front of Han Li.