Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master - Chapter 1281 - 498: Array Master
Chapter 1281: Chapter 498: Array Master
At the age of six, Sun Lingtong’s master first taught him how to set up a Formation.
“Lingtong, I’ve taught you arithmetic. Can you calculate how many Spirit Stones we can save by setting up a Spirit Gathering Array?” Sun Lingtong’s master taught him earnestly.
The young Sun Lingtong counted on his fingers for a while, then suddenly lifted his head, his eyes shining as he announced the answer.
“Wonderful!” His master immediately gave him a thumbs-up, “The Spirit Gathering Array is so good, do you want to set it up?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Sun Lingtong nodded repeatedly.
His master chuckled, patting his head: “Come, let me teach you!”
The simplest form of the Spirit Gathering Array was taught to Sun Lingtong by his master.
Sun Lingtong used a small shovel to dig the earth, burying Spirit Stones, and inscribed the Array Patterns according to his master’s instructions.
He kept trying.
Failed.
Failed.
Failed…
He failed seven times, finally succeeding on the eighth attempt. At that moment, the Spirit Stones glowed faintly, and the surrounding Spiritual Energy slowly converged. He jumped for joy, rolling in the mud three times in excitement.
Age eight.
His master patted his shoulder: “As long as you can come out of this Maze Formation, I’ll buy you that toy!”
Eight-year-old Sun Lingtong wandered in the Maze Formation for a whole day and night, with his stomach growling from hunger.
He persisted tirelessly, and unexpectedly broke the array when a stream of urine fell on the Array Eye while he relieved himself.
His master was so surprised he almost blew his beard, while Sun Lingtong laughed heartily: “Master, you promised!”
His master was shocked in his heart: “The Array Eye is tiny, yet Lingtong managed to hit it directly. Is this intuition or Qi Fortune? Indeed…”
Age ten.
Sun Lingtong buried himself in various Array Formulas and texts.
His small body was not even half the height of the piles of books around him.
At age twelve, he independently set up a killing formation for the first time. Although it was just a basic Thorn Array, seeing those wild dogs trapped in the formation, howling for mercy, he clenched his fists in excitement, jumping three feet high.
He ran proudly to his master: “Master, did you see that?”
His master pursed his lips: “Alright, you’re good.”
Sun Lingtong stood with his hands on his hips, chest out, head held high, and laughed heartily.
Age sixteen, eighteen, twenty…
The frustrations of failure, the ecstasy of success, the loneliness of late-night studies, the occasional excitement from breakthroughs—all of these combined to form his path of cultivating in the Array Dao.
And now, he was going to strip away all the fruits of his cultivation in this field!
Streams of light surged from the center of his forehead, pouring into the Inheriting Dao Jade Page.
With each surge of light, his body trembled even more.
His breathing became rapid and chaotic, each breath as if enduring immense pain.
His eyes were wide open, but his pupils gradually unfocused.
He used all his strength to maintain a seated posture, continuously extracting his own True Intent, never stopping, without a hint of hesitation.
Sweat poured like rain, soaking through his clothes. His hair stuck wetly to his forehead, and the flush on his cheeks had long disappeared, leaving only a sallow pallor.
Yet his gaze remained steadfast.
“Little Zhuo!”
“What the Five Elements God King and Qingwu Langjun can give you, I can too!”
He recalled Ning Zhuo’s big-headed appearance.
Remembered that child who lost his mother at the age of two, living alone in a small house, calling him “boss” with a tender voice.
Recalled that child who was bullied in school but didn’t dare to make a sound, whom he taught to steal, to disguise, to survive in this cold world.
Recalled the teenager who slowly grew up, soared in the Lava Fairy Palace, shone in the Ten Thousand Medicine Sect, fought bravely on the Liangzhu Country battlefield, turned the tide in the White Paper Immortal City.
Remembered, within the Wanxiang Sect’s Main Mountain Gate, that figure standing in the sunlight, head held high, filled with Vast Energy.
…
As the light streams continued to pour in, the Inheriting Dao Jade Page began to change.
The originally luminous, white jade surface now showed countless fine lines. Those lines spread from the center, like ice cracks or the rings of a tree. Each line was an Array Line; each junction was an Array Eye.
The lines became more numerous, more intricate.
Gradually, they began to weave, overlap, and merge, forming a complete Array Map.
The Array Map transformed, sometimes displaying the Nine Palaces, sometimes the Eight Diagrams of Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, Dui, each symbol lighting up and dimming in sequence. Sometimes, the five colors of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth interwove and fused, generating and restraining each other.
The light streams dissipated as Sun Lingtong poured his life’s Array Dao True Intent into it.
All the various Array Patterns and brilliant lights converged. The dozens of Inheriting Dao Jade Pages floated silently, their entire surfaces white as before.
But upon closer inspection, there was now a faint layer of patterns on their surfaces.
Those patterns were extremely fine and shallow, appearing like the natural grain of the jade itself, but upon careful observation, they revealed a pattern formed by intertwining arrays—
The veins of the Spirit Gathering Array, the maze of the Confining Array, the sharpness of the killing formation, the light and shadow of the Illusion Array, the layers of the Stacked Array, the palatial aspects of the Nine Palace Formation, the symbols of the Eight Diagrams, the flow of the Five Elements…
“It’s done.” Sun Lingtong murmured softly, his expression complex, with reluctance, sadness, pride, relief, but more than anything, an unwavering determination!
For anyone else, you couldn’t force him to do this even if it killed him.
But for Ning Zhuo, Sun Lingtong would give up his life without hesitation. Let alone this “small” piece of Array Dao True Intent?
“Boss…” Through Life Hanging Thread, Ning Zhuo witnessed this scene, feeling waves of emotion stir in his heart.
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