Chapter 91: The Array Labyrinth

The transition from the Illusory Forest to the second stage was abrupt. It felt like stepping from a dream into a forge.

Before Lin Tian stood a towering, oppressive structure built from profound-heavy stone. Its walls reached dozens of meters into the sky, casting long, menacing shadows over the damp ground. Every block was carved with ancient, glowing runes.

Some pulsed with scorching heat. Others emitted biting chill.

This was the Array Labyrinth. A supreme test of intellect, perception, and understanding of the Heavenly Dao’s natural flow.

"Ahhhhh!"

A miserable shriek echoed from a corridor nearby. A burly disciple had attempted to smash through a stone wall. The moment his broadsword struck, a Crimson-Flame Retribution Array flared.

A pillar of spiritual fire erupted, incinerating his weapon and blasting him backward. His clothes were charred. He coughed up blood before collapsing. He was disqualified.

Similar scenes played out across the maze. Arrogant youths were brutally suppressed. Lightning, ice, and wind blades rained down on anyone triggering offensive nodes.

Lin Tian stood at the entrance of a long, dark corridor. His expression was calm. His Abyssal Shadow Veil remained intact, compressing his Foundation Establishment liquid Qi into a flawless illusion of the 10th Layer of Qi Gathering.

He closed his eyes briefly, recalling the previous night. Lady Yun had knelt before him, her devotion absolute. She had procured a classified jade slip from the black market containing the foundational schematics of the Array Labyrinth.

"The Labyrinth changes every year, Master," she had whispered. "But the core spiritual veins beneath the earth remain identical. I have marked the flow of every major vein."

Opening his eyes, Lin Tian activated the Insight Eye. The physical walls peeled away. The Labyrinth transformed into a web of spiritual energy. Thick rivers of Qi flowed beneath the earth, rising into the walls to feed the offensive runes.

He overlaid Lady Yun’s schematics onto the real-time flow. The puzzle was instantly solved.

Lin Tian stepped into the corridor. Three steps in, the ground hummed. The walls flared with blue light. An Azure-Lightning Execution Array prepared to strike.

Any other disciple would have retreated. Lin Tian walked forward casually, extending his right hand. His fingers were straight like a blade.

He tapped an unlit stone near the wall.

Clack.

His fingers carried a precise needle of Yang Qi, piercing the intersection of the array’s spiritual veins. He disrupted the flow feeding the lightning runes. The blue light sputtered and died. The hum faded into silence.

Lin Tian continued walking, hands clasped behind his back. Ten steps later, a Frost-Wind Array triggered. He sidestepped a pressure plate and kicked a small pebble. The pebble struck a spiritual node on the opposite wall, causing the array’s energy to loop back and short-circuit.

He moved through the Labyrinth as a sovereign strolling through his garden. Where others saw lethal traps, he saw energy waiting to be unraveled. Each array fell before his precision like a house of cards.

His footsteps were measured, unhurried. He observed, calculated, and dismantled. The runes designed to confuse became transparent to his gaze. The spiritual threads that bound the arrays together appeared as clear as crystal to his Insight Eye.

He passed through a Flame-Pillar Array without breaking stride. He walked through a Stone-Coil Trap without slowing. His fingers moved in precise patterns, striking nodes with surgical accuracy.

The labyrinth was supposed to be an obstacle. For Lin Tian, it was merely a path to walk.

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High above, on the white jade platform, the Inner Sect observers watched. The Spiritual Water Mirror projected the struggles of the disciples. Most showed youths covered in dirt and blood.

At the center of the VIP platform, beside Instructor Qing, sat Elder Bai. The undisputed Master of the Array Peak. She appeared to be in her early forties, her ethereal beauty feeling distant. Her long, silver-white hair was held by a jade pin.

She wore a deep violet robe draped over her generous curves. But weariness clouded her sharp eyes. Her skin was pale. Her fingers trembled against the armrest.

Elder Bai sighed internally. She possessed the rare Heavenly Calculation Physique, allowing her to process millions of array variations. But maintaining the sect’s grand defensive arrays had taken a severe toll.

She suffered from ’Soul Fragility’. Her mind was a constant storm of numbers and runes. Sleep brought no rest. Meditation brought no peace.

The endless calculations screamed in her consciousness day and night. She had grown used to the pain, but never truly free from it.

To distract herself, Elder Bai forced her attention onto the mirror.

"The disciples this year are too reckless," she murmured, her voice laced with fatigue. "An array is a manifestation of the Heavenly Dao’s balance. You cannot break balance with mindless chaos."

Instructor Qing did not respond. Her face was flushed with an unnatural rosy hue. Her legs were crossed tightly under her crimson uniform. Her mind still reeled from the Irresistible Yang Scent she had absorbed earlier.

The Fire-Poison in her meridians was dormant, terrified by that pure Yang aura. She felt a desperate emptiness in her lower abdomen. An instinctual craving to find the youth.

Her body remembered the brief moment of relief. The agony that had plagued her for five years had vanished in an instant. Now it craved more.

"Look at grid seventy-four," Instructor Qing spoke, her voice huskier than usual.

Elder Bai shifted her gaze. Her breath hitched. The exhaustion clouding her mind vanished, replaced by shock.

In grid seventy-four, the youth in obsidian robes walked through the Nine-Palace Fiery-Slaughter Array. One of the most lethal traps Elder Bai had designed. He did not summon a shield. He did not draw a weapon.

He walked through the inferno, his footsteps falling into a strange rhythm. With every third step, he flicked his wrist, sending a pulse of energy into random corners.

Puff. Puff. Puff.

Wherever his energy landed, the pillars of fire extinguished. He wasn’t breaking the array. He was dismantling its core logic.

"Impossible..." Elder Bai whispered, leaning forward. Her violet robes slipped, exposing her collarbone.

"What is it, Elder Bai?" a Deacon asked.

"He is using ’Node Severing’," Elder Bai explained, her voice trembling. "An ancient art. To perform it, one must see the flow of energy beneath the stone. One must calculate the array’s frequency and strike the precise intersection of its veins."

"It requires perception that most Array Masters spend a century trying to achieve!"

Elder Bai stood. Her chest heaved. Her eyes fixed intensely on the screen.

Who is this boy ?she thought, her heart pounding. His cultivation is only at Peak Qi Gathering !

For the first time in years, the chaotic noise in her fragile soul quieted down. The screaming numbers faded to a whisper. She had spent decades studying arrays, mastering thousands of formations, but she had never seen anyone dismantle them with such effortless grace.

Her heart raced. Her breath quickened. She felt something stir within her that she had not felt in a long time. Curiosity. Fascination. Wonder.

"What is his name?" Elder Bai demanded.

"An outer sect disciple named Lin Tian," an attendant replied.

Instructor Qing clenched her fists. Her breathing was shallow.

Elder Bai continued to watch as Lin Tian dismantled three more high-tier arrays without breaking a sweat. Each array fell faster than the last. He was learning, adapting, improving in real-time.

He treated the proudest creations of the Array Peak like mere cobwebs to be brushed aside. Her arrays, the ones she had spent months designing, were nothing to him.

"Lin Tian..." she murmured softly. A spark of intense curiosity ignited within her weary heart.

[Elder Bai Obsession Level increased: 0% -> 12%.]

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Deep within the Labyrinth, Lin Tian paused before massive bronze doors. He did not know he had captivated two of the most powerful women in the Inner Sect. His focus was on the trial.

He had traversed the entire Array Labyrinth without a scratch. He had not expended even a fraction of his Foundation Establishment liquid Qi. His robes remained pristine. His breathing was steady.

"The illusions of the mind have been shattered," Lin Tian murmured, a cold smirk curling his lips. "The traps of the earth have been dismantled."

He pushed the doors open. Blinding sunlight flooded in. The roar of a massive crowd followed.

Beyond lay Stage Three: The Arena Duels. A colossal, circular arena paved with blood-stained tiles awaited him. The stands were empty, but the aura of past battles filled the air with heavy pressure.

He was the first to arrive. The arrogant geniuses were still trapped in the labyrinth, bleeding, exhausting their reserves. They would emerge battered and weakened. He would be fresh.

Lin Tian walked to the center of the arena. He unclasped the heavy broadsword from his back and stabbed it into the stone floor. He crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes.

He stood immovable as a primordial mountain. He was the Sovereign. He waited for his prey.