Serpent Ancestor

As long as a formation spirit is a formation spirit, it can never escape the limitations of the formation, relying solely on it and unable to compare with a real person.

Without the support of spiritual qi and the control of its master, the formation spirit will also dissipate.

"September, hang in there a little longer!"

"Our Melodic Sect is counting on you!"

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The sect leader of the Melodic Sect, Lin Miaoyu, sat at the formation's core, her hands forming seals, biting her red lips, struggling to hold on.@@novelbin@@

Her once black hair had turned completely white, and her smooth skin was aging, clearly having used a secret technique that sacrificed her lifespan.

Including her, many elders were depleting their lifespan to charge the formation, hoping to sustain it a bit longer, even though they didn’t know the purpose of doing so.

"Slash!!"

September's cat claw swung, its sharp claw light tearing through the earth. The three Elemental Infant cultivators formed a battle formation and charged head-on. With a thunderous boom, the three cultivators only took a few steps back, while September's figure became even more illusory.

All the cultivators of the Melodic Sect spat blood, their faces growing paler.

September didn't have much affection for the Melodic Sect.

She didn't even know why she persisted like this.

She was like a walking corpse, forever confined to one place, repeating mechanical tasks every day, unable to find any meaning in living.

Until one day...

An old dog spun her a beautiful dream, saying that one day, a brave and mighty man would ride the wind and take her away from this place forever, to live in the world she longed for.