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Wei Chen quietly watched the slowly rising Ten Suns, his expression sorrowful.
Even within the Peach Blossom Sect, no matter how bad his mood was, he would not forget to keep smiling, providing reassurance to the people of the Peach Blossom Sect.
Musa was the Peach Blossom Sect Leader, but everyone knew that he was the true leader.
Once a leader panicked, the entire Cloud Spirit Sect would fall apart.
He could only smile, hiding the sorrow deep within his heart.
Here, no one could see him; he no longer needed to hide.
A profound sense of despair enveloped him, refusing to dissipate.
“What should I do? The formations... the formations of the Soul World, the strongest is just the Tenth-Rank Advanced Formation. How could it withstand the power of the Ten Suns?”
“The Demon Lotus Emperor wouldn’t lie to me. He wouldn’t gamble his own life unless he had a plan. But in my understanding of formations, where is there a formation that can resist the Solar Crisis?”
“Paralyzed Demon Lotus Emperor, it doesn’t matter if you die, but why trap Yan Qiqi here as well?”
“She hasn’t even seen the wonders of the outside world yet. Dying here like this is completely unfair to her.”
Wei Chen murmured to himself, letting out a bitter laugh. “Fairness... ha, when has there ever been true fairness in this world?”
“With no powerful strength, don’t expect fairness. Even if one is strong enough, figures like Thunderstorm in the Upper Realm are still just figures. The so-called fairness is merely a delusion; there’s always someone stronger. Where is the fairness?”
Wei Chen sat dejectedly on the ground. The Grassland was lush and vibrant, but as the temperature from the Ten Suns rose, it brought an even more abundant heat to the Magic Stone Space. The scenery within the Magic Stone Space was more beautiful than it had been a month ago.
However, Wei Chen deeply understood that in another month, the Magic Stone Space would face a turning point. The sharply rising temperatures would scorch the earth, and the beautiful landscape would regress until it vanished, until the Grassland turned into flowing Magma—a hell on earth.
He pondered deeply, unable to find a way to resolve the crisis.
“Paralyze, three bottlenecks, and I can't break through any of them. Damn it.”
Wei Chen cursed under his breath, frustrated by the three obstacles: one was the Three Trials, another was the comprehension of the Seven Killing Sword, and the last was the Solar Crisis formation in the Magic Stone Space that he couldn't dispel.
“The Three Trials, I can't grasp it at all. What on earth is it? I have no feeling for it whatsoever.”
“As for the Seven Killing Sword, although I've memorized the sword techniques, my cultivation of the inner essence has stagnated completely. I can't find any clues. Without longing, Unforgettable Edge; without leaning against the setting sun, without speaking of parting cups, without listening to night rain, without seeing white hair, without singing sad songs. As for these Seven Killings, I haven't comprehended anything at all. The powerful Seven Killing Sword feels no different from ordinary Sword Techniques in my hands.”
“The crisis in the Magic Stone Space is urgent and must be resolved, but where in my understanding of formations is there anything like that?”
Wei Chen smiled wryly and hesitated for a moment before thinking to himself, “Maybe it's time to find someone to help me strategize. The one who is involved is confused while the bystander sees clearly; perhaps someone else can provide some solutions.”
Having made up his mind, Wei Chen immediately exited the Magic Stone Space and found Han Mang, who was studying formations.
Han Mang was a true Formation Master—not because his formations were particularly powerful, but because of his attitude. He could squeeze out all his time to study formations, something Wei Chen could not do. His time was always insufficient, and any time he managed to spare had to be used in many areas, not solely on formations.
“Old man, there are some things I'd like to ask you about.”
“You brat, when did you become so polite? Is it about the Three Trials? I feel like you've already reached Earth Soul Realm Level Four. Although I don't know how you cultivated so quickly—just a few months ago you were merely at Human Soul Realm—I’m genuinely worried that your Soul Power Realm is advancing too fast. If it slows down suddenly, I fear you won't be able to handle it. The Three Trials are a threshold that blocks you; you must realize how difficult it is to pass through them. If your cultivation slows down and you can't break through for months or even years, can you endure that kind of life?”
Han Mang looked at Wei Chen with concern etched on his face.
He had hit Wei Chen's sore spot directly. Upon hearing Han Mang's words, Wei Chen suddenly realized why he had made no progress with the Three Trials and couldn't find any clues.
Perhaps it was indeed because he lacked the foundation built during his time in Human Soul Realm and at the initial stage of Earth Soul Realm. In a very short period, his Soul Power Realm had violently jumped to Earth Soul Realm Level Four, advancing seven or eight stages all at once, which had caused his mindset to become unstable.
The so-called unstable mindset refers to a situation where things were progressing too quickly and smoothly, only to suddenly take a turn for the worse, making it hard to accept.
Such circumstances have occurred among some talented youths. The seniors of Wei Chen faced similar situations; either they managed to adjust in time, or they were directly trapped by the Three Trials, unable to break through for life, becoming ordinary people. Alternatively, some were driven mad by the torment, going astray and becoming insane, ultimately being hunted down by powerful figures. In extreme cases, some even resorted to suicide.
Han Mang's concerns stemmed from these very aspects.
He did not want to see that the brightest star eventually turned into a comet—shining for a moment before fading away.
Seeing the worry in Han Mang's eyes warmed Wei Chen's heart. He said, "Old man, I am indeed in trouble. However, my troubles are far more than you can imagine. The Three Trials are just one aspect of it."
"What other problems are there?" Han Mang asked, his concern deepening.
Wei Chen replied, "I'll take you to a place. Once we get there, you'll understand."
"Alright."
Wei Chen took out the Magic Stone and recited an incantation. A misty aura appeared before Han Mang.
"Follow me inside," Wei Chen said as he led the way into the Magic Stone Space.
Without any hesitation, Han Mang trusted Wei Chen completely and immediately followed him into the Magic Stone Space.
Once inside the Magic Stone Space, Han Mang looked around in astonishment.
"Child, what is this place?"
"The Magic Stone Space—an independent realm that allows living beings to enter and can also store items."
Hearing Wei Chen's words, Han Mang's expression changed dramatically, leaving him speechless.
After a long moment, he finally swallowed hard and said, "You actually have such a terrifying treasure? Do you know what this means?"
"It means having a mountain of treasures but being unable to use them, or even worse, it could lead to death," Wei Chen replied bitterly.
"What do you mean?"
"In the Magic Stone Space, there are Ten Suns Rising. Just look up and you'll see," Wei Chen pointed out. Han Mang looked up and indeed saw the Ten Suns Rising.
"Ten Suns Rising? That is quite rare! However, the environment here is so comfortable; does the Ten Suns Rising really matter?"
"It doesn't matter right now, but the Ten Suns Rising is only getting stronger. Both its size and the heat it radiates are increasing. The Magic Stone Space can only hold out for less than two months. After that, the place we are in will turn into a terrifying Magma land, making it impossible for anyone to enter or store anything."
Wei Chen spoke with a defeated expression as he looked at Han Mang, holding onto a glimmer of hope. He whispered, "Old man, this Magic Stone Space is my secret. I haven't brought anyone else in besides you."
"Tsk tsk, then I must be shining with your glory," Han Mang chuckled lightly, his gaze toward Wei Chen suddenly filled with a touch of kindness.
He had witnessed Wei Chen's rise firsthand and had long regarded him as his own grandson in spirit.
Their eyes met, and they understood each other without needing many words; that trust was evident.
"Old man, a senior expert once told me that to resolve the crisis here, we can only use formations. How can I explain that expert's strength to you... Let's put it this way: at his peak, he could destroy our Soul World with a single palm."
"So strong?" Han Mang's face showed shock. He would never believe such words from anyone else unless they came directly from Wei Chen.
"Extremely strong, unimaginably strong. In his eyes, his own strength is nothing compared to formations. No matter what Spatial Plane you're in, the strongest force is always formations. He told me that formations are invincible and that the crisis here can only be resolved through them. But I've gone through all the formations I know—whether single formations or Chain Formations—and none can stop the Ten Suns Rising," Wei Chen said with a bitter smile.
Han Mang fell into deep thought upon hearing the words.
After a long while, Han Mang raised his head and looked at the Ten Suns Rising above. "The distance between us and the Ten Suns is infinitely far. Ordinary methods cannot reach them, and naturally, we cannot resolve the crisis here. The forces of nature are beyond human capability."
"That's exactly why I brought you here. The Three Trials can be understood gradually, but we don't have much time in this environment. I initially planned to find a solution after the Soul Palace Army attacked, but since they have yet to arrive, I must first eliminate the crisis here so that I can focus on facing the Soul Palace. I truly can't think of any other way; I need your help with this."
Wei Chen looked at Han Mang with eager eyes. The master, absorbed in the formation, was his only support.
Wei Chen speculated that to solve the problems here, it wouldn't rely on the most powerful formations. No matter how formidable a formation might be, it couldn't withstand the Solar Crisis. Instead, it would depend on some unconventional formations. The Demon Lotus Emperor could achieve what Wei Chen needed, which certainly wasn't anything too profound.
Han Mang fell into thought once more.
Wei Chen also began to ponder, grappling with the final struggle—an unnecessary struggle.
A brief struggle might still hold some hope; doing nothing would lead to absolute despair. Hope requires effort; merely talking without action accomplishes nothing.
To Wei Chen, Han Mang was both a mentor and a friend, and could also be considered a relative elder. Han Mang was one of the few people he trusted completely, especially when faced with difficulties. Ji Mei and Gu Yuehong were of no help in such matters.
Time passed slowly in the Magic Stone Space as both of them remained lost in thought.
Finally, after half a day, Han Mang suddenly clapped his hands and exclaimed with excitement, "Wei Chenzi! I've thought of a method, but I'm not sure if it will work!"
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