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第一百二十五章 七彩落仙阵

The Celestial Oracle Hall was located in the central core area of Ten Thousand Immortals Island. A message had been sent to him, instructing him to go to the entrance of this region where someone would guide him.

Li Fan was curious about this mysterious death incident and decided not to delay, heading straight for the central core area.

Soon, several magnificent buildings stood before his eyes in the center of Ten Thousand Immortals Island. A striking seven-color protective barrier and a surrounding moat separated the core area from the central cave residential zone.

Standing on a small bridge, Li Fan paused, waiting for someone to guide him.

He keenly sensed that as soon as he stepped onto this bridge, the colorful floating lights above had locked onto him.

Li Fan, being bold, looked up closely at these colorful lights. It seemed part of Ten Thousand Immortals Island's protective array but was independent and more powerful.

"Who knows what kind of formation it is," Li Fan thought to himself.

Not long after, a base cultivator wearing black and yellow robes hurried over.

He glanced at Li Fan, confirmed his identity, then instructed him to follow closely without straying. He then walked into the interior.

The threat from the seven-color floating lights dissipated as Li Fan followed behind calmly. As they walked, he took in his surroundings.

All the cultivators here wore black and yellow robes like their guide, their faces serious, moving hurriedly, seemingly very busy. Their cultivation levels ranged from Qi Condensation to Foundation Establishment.

"This must be what's meant by an internal system," Li Fan thought.

They passed through various halls—Council Hall, Medicine Hall, Talisman Hall, Martial Arts Hall—and finally arrived at the Celestial Oracle Hall in a corner.

This place was much quieter than others. Occasionally, he would encounter a few cultivators who couldn't be identified by their cultivation level, closing their eyes and flicking their fingers as if calculating something.

The guide led Li Fan into a room before quietly retreating. The air inside was filled with fragrance. A cultivator turned around, looking up at an enormous map of the Cunyun Sea.

Li Fan focused his gaze on this map, which was densely marked with countless symbols—green winds, red crosses, black dots—and these marks seemed to move and change continuously as if they were alive.

"What is this?" Li Fan thought, carefully examining the map. But after just a few glances, he felt dizzy and quickly looked away.

Standing in the room for a while, Li Fan noticed the cultivator turn around.

He was a young man with the appearance of a scholar, looking no more than twenty years old. He seemed pale and not very healthy, coughing several times before waving his hand to reveal dozens of tiny figures.

"Do you know these people?"

Li Fan focused on one figure. "Mao Fei, an advanced Qi Condensation cultivator. Cause of death: attacked by a sea monster while out."

He switched to another person. "Qiao Guangyu, a middle-stage Golden Core cultivator. Cause of death: went mad and self-destructed during the enlightenment of celestial principles."

Li Fan's eyes widened as he switched again. "Ling Meng, an intermediate元婴 cultivator. Cause of death: accidentally perished in a relic cave while seeking fortune."

...

After examining all these figures, Li Fan felt a chill run down his spine.

He recognized all these people—those who had entered the thatched cottage together. He thought it was just a chance to advance one cultivation stage. But now he realized it was a deadly trap, with death looming in the near future.

Master, you're really toxic.

And this method of death...

Li Fan knew it well—it was precisely "Heaven's Fateful Moment."

Why did accepting Master's opportunity bring such divine retribution?

Master, Heavenly Healer, Cloud Water Sky Palace...

A myriad of thoughts flashed through Li Fan’s mind. While pondering, he nodded and replied, "I indeed had a brief encounter with these people."

Li Fan recounted the scene where he had been pulled by a water buffalo and taught using bamboo scrolls.

The weak cultivator seemed to already know this, showing no surprise but instead observing him curiously. He asked, "With so many present at the opportunity, why didn't you enter?"

Li Fan repeated his previous explanation.

The weak cultivator remained noncommittal but did not argue with Li Fan. Instead, he smiled and said, "You must have had some good luck."

Turning to look at the images of those who had suddenly perished, he sighed, “When heaven wants you dead, there's no escaping it.”

After a long while, he addressed Li Fan again, "Go back for now. I know this has nothing to do with you, but as the sole survivor in the incident, you still need to go through the necessary procedures. That’s why I called you here."

Li Fan nodded and glanced at the map on the wall before quietly leaving.

He could faintly hear a cultivator's weak sigh from within the room: "Another case added."

Li Fan paused for a moment, then continued walking.

Exiting the Celestial Oracle Hall, Li Fan's doubts grew. “Another case? What does that mean?”

Was it referring to mysterious injuries or Heaven’s Fateful Moment?

With the Longevity Heavenly Sovereign's subtle influence, how did he remember these events?

Li Fan recalled the countless marks on the map.

Perhaps, although unable to recall specific incidents, one could determine they had occurred by observing their effects.

For example, a large number of Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance cultivators suddenly dying at once...

As Li Fan walked, his thoughts raced. But he was interrupted by a group of noisy young people in black and yellow robes.

They seemed inexperienced, with only early-stage Qi Condensation cultivation levels, just starting their journey into cultivation. They looked up at the flowing seven-color light in the sky, pointing and discussing excitedly.

The leader, an older man with a long beard, said, "This is our core area for each outpost—Seven Color Immortal Fallen Formation. It's an improved version of ancient formations, incredibly powerful; even ordinary Spirit Transformation cultivators who accidentally fall into it will immediately lose their way."

"Wow, so powerful!"

"Master Palace Master, how long do we need to study before we can set up such a formation?"

The Palace Master chuckled, "You guys are just learning to walk and already thinking about flying."

"Yes, I'll think about it."

"In general, once you break through to Foundation Establishment, you can try setting up the island's protective array."

"At Golden Core stage, you can barely participate in maintaining the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation."

"About this Seven Color Immortal Fallen Formation..."

The Palace Master smiled but did not answer.

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