Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master - Chapter 1350 - 532: Sect Catastrophe

Wanxiang Sect’s Main Mountain Gate.

Danxia Peak.

This is the most important Alchemy Room on Danxia Peak.

It is built above the Earth Fire Spiritual Vein, with walls made of Ten Thousand Years Xuan Iron, doors of Nine Nether Cold Jade, and fueled by the Earth Core Fire.

In the center of the room, a three-zhang-tall Bronze Pill Furnace stands silently, with the full text of “True Understanding of the Pill Cauldron” engraved on its body, and a lifelike Vermilion Bird perched on the lid, connected to the Earth Fire Spiritual Vein day and night.

Several old alchemists sit cross-legged around the pill furnace. The old alchemists have white hair and beards, wearing gray robes, surrounded by dense Elixir Qi.

They have clear roles: some have their Divine Sense lingering inside the pill furnace, some manipulate the Array, some continuously pour Mana into the pill furnace, some control the scale of the Earth Fire, while others manipulate the Vermilion Bird Fire.

They are refining the Nine Revolutions Soul Rejuvenation Pill. They’ve been refining for over eight years, just one month short of reaching nine years in total.

And this is precisely the time for the pill to form and the furnace to open.

Everything proceeds orderly.

But at this moment.

Boom!

The pill furnace suddenly shakes.

An inexplicable spatial disturbance triggers the formation.

Coincidentally, the power of the Earth Veins also gets chaotic, causing the Earth Fire to lose control.

In an instant, the Earth Fire inside the pill furnace surges wildly, the runes on the furnace body flash madly, and the Vermilion Bird on the lid lets out a mournful cry.

The old alchemists’ faces change dramatically, immediately making moves to suppress it.

“Steady, we must hold it steady!” someone growls.

Boom—!

The pill furnace explodes.

Fragments scatter everywhere, blasting the alchemy room into chaos. Terrifying masses of Earth Fire gush out from the bottom, threatening to consume everything.

Fortunately, at this critical moment, the formation in the alchemy room played a key role, saving the alchemists’ lives.

When the blast wave subsides and the smoke and dust gradually dissipate, the shocked old alchemists look at the shattered scene before them, each with an ashen face.

What they are most heartbroken about is the pill furnace.

Only a small part of the pill furnace is left after the explosion, and the Vermilion Bird on the lid is barely alive, lying on the ground, its body continually emitting countless points of light.

“Disaster!”

“The Nanming Fire Furnace is severely damaged, and the furnace’s Artifact Spirit is about to dissipate.”

“Quickly, save the Artifact Spirit!”

The Nanming Fire Furnace is at Spirit Treasure Level, one of Danxia Peak’s foundations, invaluable. Over the years, it has shouldered the most demanding and often the most valuable alchemy tasks for Danxia Peak.

Once the Artifact Spirit fully dissipates, this treasure will fall from Spirit Treasure Level to Magic Treasure Level.

The bigger problem is that once it deteriorates, no matter how many methods are used for remediation, it might not elevate this Magic Treasure back to Spirit Treasure Level.

Nurturing an Artifact Spirit is truly difficult, filled with huge unpredictability.

It’s safe to say that the destruction of the entire alchemy room and the collapse of the costly formation pale in comparison to the loss brought by the demise of the Vermilion Bird–like Artifact Spirit.

The old alchemists urgently used various methods for rescue.

A large amount of precious elixir pills and medicine powder were scattered towards the Artifact Spirit.

In the frantic rescue, the Vermilion Bird Artifact Spirit eventually shrank into a tiny bird, only the size of an infant’s fist, like a newly hatched chick. It was entirely fire-colored, except for a tuft of golden feathers on its furry head.

An old alchemist struggled over and carefully cradled the Artifact Spirit in the palm of his hand. The Spirit trembled slightly, letting out a very light, very weak mournful cry, like a dying infant.

Other old alchemists swiftly gathered around.

They projected their Divine Sense, being extremely careful with their observations, fearing that this fragile Artifact Spirit could not withstand it.

After inspection, everyone’s expressions were troubled.

Although they saved the Artifact Spirit, it was only temporary.

“Hurry and invite Hall Master Tie Kuang of the Artifact Refining Hall!”

“The pill furnace must be repaired quickly to stabilize the existence of the Artifact Spirit.”

The current Artifact Spirit is too weak, like a small flame in a raging wind, about to extinguish.

Ten Thousand Beasts Peak, Spirit Beast Garden.

This is the core of Ten Thousand Beasts Peak, housing various Spiritual Beasts collected over the centuries by Wanxiang Sect.

At this moment, the Spirit Beast Garden is in chaos.

Green Simurgh soared to the sky, wings flapping, stirring up roaring winds.

Black Tortoise frantically rammed into the garden wall, collapsing the entire wall.

Red Flame Tiger’s body surged with flames, consuming everything around.

Cultivators made every effort to rescue, still unable to stabilize the situation.

Heavy Array Peak.

The Array Patterns of the Returning to the Sect Formation began to crack, and immediately, cracks spread from the Array Heart.

The cracks multiplied, becoming denser. The light of the formation began to dim, the power of prohibition started to disperse.

Guardian Array Elder opened his eyes and sighed softly.

This Returning to the Sect Formation is one of Wanxiang Sect’s foundations, but due to long-term disrepair, its collapse was inevitable. Little did they expect it to happen today.

The great power cultivator who originally set up the formation has passed away. Since then, despite Wanxiang Sect’s size, no talent has emerged capable of arranging such a formation.

Now, this unique formation is fading away.

Sword Cry Peak, Hidden Sword Pavilion.

The famous sword “Evil Wind” erupted into motion, breaking free of constraints, soaring into the sky.

This renowned flying sword was the Lifebound Flying Sword of the founding patriarch of Sword Cry Peak, forged from Ten Thousand Years Xuan Iron, and accompanied the patriarch throughout life, slaying demons and earning illustrious achievements.

Not only did “Evil Wind” leave, but breaking the formation and prohibition caused other famous swords to also stir, with six more flying out afterward.

Everything happened too fast!

By the time the guardian cultivators reacted, it was already too late.