Eternal Life: My Talents Can Refresh

"I’ve been obsessed with array formations my entire life. Let this grand array accompany me in departure!"

Faintly, Di Yan’s aged voice could be heard, carrying a trace of melancholy and a sense of transcendence.

Soon after, the island slowly sank into the sea before Chu Ning’s eyes, quickly disappearing without a trace.

"It turns out Di Yan had earlier integrated the formation with the island, causing the entire island to sink directly into the deep sea. This feat might not even be possible for a Nascent Soul Cultivator.

I wonder how much effort he put into this formation."

Thinking about this, Chu Ning couldn’t help but feel a mix of regret and admiration.

Di Yan truly seemed to have an astonishing Talent in the Path of Array, though unfortunately, he couldn’t break through to the Nascent Soul, unable to advance further.

"Hmm?"

Just then, Chu Ning suddenly sensed an Escape Light shooting towards him from afar.

"Having just exited the formation, my Divine Sense wasn’t fully extended, so I didn’t detect the approaching cultivator earlier.

There’s no time to leave now."

Feeling the speed of the approaching Escape Light, it was already within a distance of less than a thousand feet in just the blink of an eye.

In such an open sea area, even if Chu Ning used the Forbidden God Technique to shield his Spiritual Sense from being detected,

the approaching cultivator could easily spot him with the naked eye.

Thinking that a hasty departure might draw more attention, Chu Ning decided to stay put.

He then used an Illusion Technique to instantly transform his appearance into that of a thirty-something ordinary cultivator.

Meanwhile, Chu Ning also sensed more cultivators arriving from different directions.

"It seems the intense Spiritual Qi fluctuation caused by the island’s sinking has caught some cultivators’ attention."

As Chu Ning was thinking this, a figure already flew over.

This person, like Chu Ning, was a Middle Stage of Golden Core Cultivator, appearing to be in his fifties.

With black hair, a short mustache, and a pair of eyes full of spirit.

He arrived, looking at the island now submerged in the sea, surprise clearly showing on his face.

Then he turned to Chu Ning and asked,

"Fellow Daoist, what exactly happened here? Why did Fellow Daoist Di’s Cloud Concealment Island sink into the sea?"

Chu Ning naturally wasn’t going to reveal the truth, shaking his head and saying,

"I don’t know. I only sensed some commotion nearby and came over to check."

Upon hearing this, the old man nodded slightly.

The next moment, he turned his head in another direction, his expression changing slightly.

"He’s here too?"

Chu Ning had already sensed people approaching from that direction, and not just one.

Seeing the old man’s expression, Chu Ning vaguely felt that the newcomer might not be a simple character.

While mulling this over, a massive Demon Beast already appeared within his line of sight.

It was a huge bird-like demon beast covered with purple feathers, with a wingspan several feet wide.

Remarkably, there was a magnificently decorated dwelling on its back, adorned with various precious jades.

Though the bird flew incredibly fast, the structure on its back remained steady, without a hint of shaking.

"Tier Seven Purple Cloud Nightingale!"

Seeing this Demon Beast, Chu Ning’s eyes flickered.

An Advanced Demon Beast comparable to a Golden Core Late Stage Cultivator, now controlled as a means of transport.

More importantly, it wasn’t just being ridden directly but had a house mounted on it.

Such a spectacle, Chu Ning had never seen before.

The Tier Seven Purple Cloud Nightingale stopped about twenty yards away from Chu Ning and the short-mustached old man.

The gale from its flapping wings could still be clearly felt by both of them.

At that time, the curtain of the dwelling lifted, and out came a young man appearing to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, along with two charming Female Cultivators.

This young man wore a purple turban and luxurious purple robes, exuding an extraordinary presence.

His cultivation was already at the Golden Core Late Stage, and not just an ordinary Late Stage.

He seemed to have almost reached the Golden Core Late Stage Peak, not far behind Wu Lingwei.

And the two charming Female Cultivators beside him appeared to be maidservants, with cultivation at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage.

The purple-robed young man initially showed surprise when he glanced at the already submerged Cloud Concealment Island.

Then his gaze swept over to Chu Ning and the short-mustached old man.

"Does anyone know what happened here?"

The purple-robed young man’s words carried a slight tone of haughty superiority.

Neither Chu Ning nor the short-mustached old man answered.

The short-mustached old man didn’t know what happened.

Chu Ning knew, but he wasn’t going to say.

Seeing their silence, the purple-robed young man’s face darkened.

He demanded with some displeasure, "This Young Sect Leader is asking you a question, why no answer?"

At this, the short-mustached old man flashed a look of helplessness in his eyes and said,

"Fellow Daoist Tantai, this fellow Daoist and I just arrived and don’t know what happened."

Hearing the old man’s words, Chu Ning’s mind raced slightly.

He vaguely guessed the young man’s identity.

The Sect Leader of the Illusion Spirit Sect, a Nascent Soul Cultivator, had the surname Tantai.

This young man called himself the Young Sect Leader, so he might indeed be the Young Sect Leader of the Illusion Spirit Sect.

Hearing someone respond, the purple-robed young man’s expression softened a bit.

He then waved his hand dismissively, "Alright, you may leave. From now on, this area is under the control of our Illusion Spirit Sect."

Upon hearing this, Chu Ning turned away without saying another word.

He had wanted to leave for some time now, and naturally, he didn’t wish to get involved in any trouble.

The short-mustached old man also seemed unwilling to provoke the Young Sect Leader of the Illusion Spirit Sect.

He too was ready to leave.

"Wait!"

At this moment, the purple-robed young man suddenly spoke again.

He then commanded the Purple Cloud Nightingale to fly before the two of them.

"I recognize you as an Elder of a small sect; you may leave."

Speaking to the short-mustached old man, his gaze turned to Chu Ning.

"You, however, seem unfamiliar to me, and judging by how you looked at me earlier, it seems you don’t recognize me.

Are you not a cultivator from around here?"