Chapter 70: He Can’t Wake Up a Person Who Thinks He’s Deeply Trapped in an Illusion
“d*mn it, this is never gonna end!”
Lin Yan once again used his fiery giant hand to smash the flying swords and knives, but no matter how many he crushed, the array kept producing them nonstop like a bottomless sword vending machine.
“Is everyone about to collapse? Isn’t there a way to break this formation already?!”
Luo Chen’s face was slowly streaming with a few beads of sweat. As the disciple with the highest cultivation, he had to not only fend off the flying blades rushing toward him but also help the other disciples resist. Talk about feeling the pressure!
Lin Yan shook his head with a bitter smile. “I’m not Bai Brother. I can make pills all day, no problem. But this formation stuff? I really don’t get it.”
Suddenly, a careless new disciple made a mistake—a long sword shot straight at his face like a missile.
Luo Chen reacted quickly and shattered the flying sword, but that mishap like a domino set off a chain reaction—more mistakes started happening among the disciples.
But really, can you blame them? They’d been holding out so long that both their bodies and their spirits were running on fumes now. They were only hanging on by sheer willpower.
Seeing this, Lin Yan grit his teeth.
His eyes flickered as if communicating with someone invisible. Then he closed his eyes for a second, and when he opened them again, they gleamed with a mixture of determination and sadness—as if he’d made a grim decision. He looked up to Luo Chen: “Luo Brother, let Senior Brother and Sister come behind me. I have a plan…”
But before he could finish, a sudden cheer and shouts of slaughter erupted outside the formation.
Luo Chen’s face lit up: “They’re here to rescue us! Hang in there, everyone! Just a little longer, and we’ll break free from this cursed array!”
…
“Did they fail?”
A man in black turned around, eyes narrowing as he looked at the approaching Heavenly Sword Sect disciples.
He wasn’t arrogant enough to think he could stop the Heavenly Sword Sect’s full force, but was it really that fast?
And the two outside who tried to stop them—did they run away? Or did the Heavenly Sword guys catch them?
Meanwhile, Bai Feng was observing the remaining three men in black from afar.
He glanced down at his system with a huge sigh of relief.
Finally… no more Child of Destiny.
If another Child of Destiny showed up, he might just really not be able to handle it.
“I advise you all—best not to act rashly,”
one of the men in black stepped forward, even though they were surrounded by Heavenly Sword disciples. His tone was fearless.
He slightly leaned to the side, raising his right hand slowly, pointing toward the formation behind him. “If you don’t want to be carried back with a heap of shredded flesh, get lost now!”
Bai Feng squinted slightly. He quietly reached out and touched Bai Yu Mo. “Yu Mo, help me block them in a moment.”
“Uh-huh.”
Bai Yu Mo didn’t ask questions, quickly nodded, and placed her right hand on the Heavenly Sword’s hilt.
“So? Do you guys want your beloved senior brother and sister minced into pulp? Then move your a** out of the way now!”
The man in black cheered wildly—he knew these righteous sect disciples well. They wouldn’t abandon their fellow disciples unless they were backed into a corner. And that was exactly his chance.
“Attack!”
Bai Feng charged straight into the array, while Bai Yu Mo drew her Heavenly Sword and slashed at the black-clothed man blocking her.
He hurriedly raised his greatsword to block, but—whoosh!—the sword was knocked flying. He tumbled through the air, spinning several times, then landed solidly on the ground.
“Yesss! Perfect!” The black-clothed man clenched his teeth, nearly spitting fire—rage almost bursting out of him. “If you’re so ungrateful, then prepare to be the ones to bury your senior brother and sister!”
He raised his right hand, and with a surge of spiritual power, the formation accelerated.
“Bai Feng, I’ve heard of you—you defeated Liu Meng’s disciple, the Array Genius!”
He turned to Bai Feng rushing into the formation. “But what can you do now? This is the renowned ‘Thousand Array’—the signature formation of the Thousand Array Sect. Ordinary folks can’t break it from the outside. Watch your senior brother and sister get shredded by this formation! Or… you can make a deal with me. I can let you go if—”
Bai Feng turned around and looked at the man in black, who was sneering maliciously. A puzzled look crossed his face. “What did you just say?”
Suddenly, the formation behind him abruptly stopped.
In the next second, the entire formation collapsed like dominoes. It shattered rapidly across the whole array.
“Wh-what?!”
The black-clothed man’s eyes behind his mask widened in disbelief. He couldn’t understand—why was the supposedly unbreakable formation so easily dismantled?
“This formation’s been sitting around too long, neglected and rundown. It’s already shattered inside,” Bai Feng kindly explained. “Just destroying a few key nodes and the whole thing collapses. It’s only a matter of time.”
“No… that can’t be! I, the controller, can’t even see inside! How can you tell the internal structure just by looking from outside?”
The man in black suddenly thought of something. He clenched his longsword and slashed himself on the arm. “I remembered—you’re also skilled in illusion arts, right? Trying to stall with illusions? Dream on!”
…
What kind of fool still thinks they’re trapped in an illusion?
Unlike the black-clothed man who refused to believe it, Su Lan Qian, with her Spirit Eye, had clearly seen what Bai Feng was doing.
Just as Bai Feng said—he merely cut off a few nodes’ operation with spiritual power, and the ‘Thousand Array’ collapsed one after another.
Seemingly simple, but she knew how difficult that was. It wasn’t just destroying a few nodes—you’d need a solid, deep understanding of the array’s structure. Even the array master who laid ‘Thousand Array’ wouldn’t make such a mistake. After years of wear and tear, many nodes would be broken or malfunctioning, and the logical flow might already be altered.
Unless Bai Feng could ‘see’ the array’s structure—plus have a strong, solid foundation—he’d need to identify the key nodes at a glance from a chaotic maze of connections. Possible? Maybe.
If the former relies on talent, the latter depends on effort.
Su Lan Qian clenched her fingers tightly, then relaxed after a few seconds.
She didn’t feel wronged.
Whether it was talent or effort, she was completely crushed.
‘My once arrogant self is just laughable now.’
She lowered her head, realizing maybe she wasn’t quite the genius she believed herself to be.
In that moment, she felt a sudden sense of lightness in her heart—like a heavy burden had been lifted. Even her Heart Demon seemed weaker somehow.
She paused, stunned: “Is this… my Heart Demon?”
“Why haven’t I escaped the illusion yet? I guess I just didn’t slash hard enough!”
The bl**d on the man in black’s arms kept pouring out from his kn*fe wounds, but he kept swinging his big sword as if he were trapped in his own illusion—lost in it.
Bai Feng was feeling some helplessness too. He couldn’t wake someone who thought they were stuck in an illusion. So he turned to Bai Yu Mo: “His two teammates, what happened to them?”
“They ran off right from the start. The ones left here are just two puppets,” Bai Yu Mo shook her head. “Like mice—they’re really fast!”
Seeing this, Bai Feng waved his hand to comfort her. “Forget it. With the guy with the fan included, capturing two is enough.”
Bai Yu Mo nodded without much comment, though she still looked a bit reluctant.
At this moment, as the ‘Thousand Array’ collapsed, Lin Yan, Luo Chen, and others who’d been trapped inside finally stepped out.
And the first thing they saw was the black-clothed man going all self-destructive.
Lin Yan was utterly confused: “Uh… what’s wrong with him?”
What did Brother Bai do to push him to this?
Not only him, but all the other disciples who saw everything looked just as stunned.
From then on, the story of how Bai Feng made the enemy go crazy with a single phrase started spreading among the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples.
