Cultivation of immortality begins with an eighty-year-old eunuch.

Chapter 690 The formation is broken! Fourth Brother! Are you crazy!

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the hall.

The footsteps were neither hurried nor slow, carrying a deliberate composure.

Then, the Fourth Prince Zhao Yu walked in from outside the palace gate, waving a jade-ribbed folding fan, followed by Duan Wuliang and several trusted retainers. Today, he was wearing a brand-new bright yellow python robe, with a jade pendant hanging at his waist, and a leisurely and contented expression on his face.

"Oh, such a grand display! I wondered what was going on. Turns out it's to send off Consort Chen on his way." Zhao Yu closed his folding fan and tapped it lightly in his palm, a faint smile playing on his lips. He strolled into the hall. "Consort Chen, take good care of yourself on your journey to the Great Qin Star. The Great Qin is not like the Zhao Kingdom; it's teeming with powerful figures. Don't let yourself be careless and perish there."

He spoke in a light, casual tone, as if he were saying something perfectly ordinary, but the schadenfreude in his eyes was impossible to hide.

Duan Wuliang behind him also sneered, his gaze sweeping over Chen Fan with undisguised mockery.

Chen Fan glanced at Zhao Yu indifferently, but did not reply.

He turned around and strode towards the platform.

The array patterns on the platform flowed slowly beneath his feet, and the pale blue spiritual light grew brighter and brighter. Chen Fan embedded the purple-gold token into the groove in the center of the platform, and the entire platform emitted a deep hum, as spatial power began to converge on the center of the array from all directions.

He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and felt the immense spatial power enveloping his entire body.

But at that moment, the spiritual light on the array patterns suddenly went out.

The gathering spatial power seemed to have its source severed by a single stroke, emitting a piercing wail before vanishing without a trace.

The dark gold patterns on the array platform dimmed, and the entire platform returned to silence. Only a few wisps of residual spatial fluctuations slowly dissipated in the air before disappearing completely.

Chen Fan opened his eyes.

The expressions of the array masters beside the array platform changed drastically, and they rushed to the edge of the platform to examine the array patterns.

The leading old array master reached out and probed the main array runes at the core of the array platform. His face turned deathly pale in an instant: "Impossible... This is impossible... The main array runes are broken, the spatial hub is shattered, and the core array eye of the entire grand array is completely destroyed... It will take at least fifty years to repair!"

Zhao Yan's face suddenly darkened. He strode to the array platform, stared at the old array master, and demanded sharply, "What happened? Why is the teleportation array broken?"

Sweat poured down the old array master's forehead, his voice trembling: "Your Highness, this teleportation array has not been used for hundreds of years, but it was perfectly intact when we inspected it a few days ago. This damage is definitely not due to natural aging; it is... it is that someone deliberately damaged the main array runes and spatial hub, and the method was extremely sophisticated, only triggering under the impact of activating spiritual power. If it hadn't been activated today, we wouldn't have been able to detect it at all."

Zhao Yan's face was so gloomy it looked like it was about to drip water.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu stood at the entrance of the palace, the folding fan in his hand already closed at some point.

He looked at the dim array patterns on the platform, his smile froze for a moment, then his lips slowly curled up, revealing an undisguised schadenfreude.

He didn't speak, but simply shook his fan lightly, the smugness and mockery in his gesture almost overflowing.

Duan Wuliang, standing behind him, burst out laughing: "Your Highness, it seems Elder Chen's luck is indeed quite bad. The teleportation array hasn't broken down for hundreds of years, but it broke down today. Could this be fate?"

Zhao Yu covered his mouth with his folding fan, his voice laced with barely suppressed schadenfreude: "Brother, don't be so anxious. If the teleportation array is broken, it's broken. We can just repair it. Fifty years is nothing; it's just a blink of an eye for cultivators. At worst, we can just ask Elder Chen to wait another fifty years. What, Elder Chen can't even wait fifty years?"

Chen Fan stood in the center of the array platform, head down, looking at the dim array patterns at his feet. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword at his waist, his knuckles turning slightly white from the pressure.

It should be noted that Tianxiangzi's physical body is still sleeping deep within the Golden Bowl Space, and several years have already passed since the hundred-year agreement was made.

He traveled for years on Tiannan Star, from the desolate continent of Dayu to the boundless sea, from the boundless sea to the capital of Zhao, and from the capital of Zhao to the desert grasslands, step by step, until he arrived at this teleportation array.

Now that he has gone to the Great Qin Star, Chen Fan can embark on the journey of the Cultivation Alliance to find the Mirror of Reincarnation.

This teleportation array is his only hope of crossing the star field and returning to Tiannan within a hundred years.

If the teleportation array really needs to be repaired for fifty years, Tianxiangzi might be able to wait, but the patriarch of the Soul Refining Sect in the sealed land will not live to see that day.

When the Soul Refining Sect's patriarch breaks free of the seal, countless beings in the Great Abyss, and even the Zhao Kingdom and Tiannan Star, will suffer calamity!

As his thoughts raced, a chilling murderous intent flashed in Chen Fan's eyes!

He slowly raised his hand and used the Fixed Word Technique to dismantle the remaining array patterns on the array platform one by one in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The power of cause and effect traced back along the veins of the array patterns, clearly presenting the damaged trajectory of each array pattern before his eyes.

The main array pattern was not broken due to natural aging, but was dismantled from the inside by someone with extremely skillful techniques. The connection between the earth-attribute array pattern and the metal-attribute array pattern was forcibly severed by an extremely subtle metal-attribute spiritual power, causing the entire array to lose its balance of the five elements and the spatial hub to shatter when it was activated.

The spiritual energy imprint remaining in that technique carried a fluctuation that Chen Fan was all too familiar with.

He turned around and his gaze fell on Duan Wuliang.

His gaze was calm and indifferent, devoid of any killing intent or oppressive aura; he simply stared quietly at Duan Wuliang.

Duan Wuliang's smile froze instantly under that gaze. He felt a chill run from his spine to the top of his head, making the hairs on his body stand on end.

Chen Fan stepped down from the platform and walked towards Duan Wuliang step by step. Each step was steady and normal, but the floor of the entire hall trembled slightly under his feet. The remaining spatial fluctuations on the platform were aroused by his aura and emitted a low hum.

The golden cicada also flew out from his sleeve, its dark golden compound eyes staring intently at Duan Wuliang, and the pure black tentacles beside its mouthparts trembled slightly, emitting a very faint but murderous buzzing sound.

"Duan Wuliang," Chen Fan spoke, his voice calm, yet every word seemed to be carved from millennia-old ice. "The main array pattern was disintegrated from within by metal-elemental spiritual power. There are very few people on Tiannan Star who are proficient in metal-elemental magic and can infiltrate the teleportation pavilion undetected. And you are the Fourth Prince's man, and you happen to be of the metal element."

Upon hearing this, the color drained completely from Duan Wuliang's face in an instant.

He subconsciously took a step back, only to find himself firmly locked in place by the oppressive aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator, unable to even move a finger.

She wondered why the eunuch still discovered her, even though she had done it very discreetly.

Chen Fan stood three feet in front of him, and for the first time, a chilling aura appeared in his usually calm eyes.

The power of the fusion of immortals and demons around him surged and spread uncontrollably, making the air in the hall as heavy and solid as iron.

"We only have one question for you," Chen Fan said, looking into Duan Wuliang's eyes. "Was this your own idea, or was someone instructing you?"

Duan Wuliang's lips trembled violently, and a few muffled sounds came from his throat.

He wanted to defend himself, to deny it, to say that he knew nothing!

But under the gaze of those eyes, he found himself without even the courage to lie.

The smile on Zhao Yu's face had completely vanished at some point.

He stood at the entrance of the palace, his folding fan frozen in mid-air, his lips moving several times but unable to utter a single word.

Of course he knew about it.

Duan Wuliang was one of his most trusted confidants. Without his authorization, who would dare to infiltrate the teleportation pavilion and destroy the teleportation array?

Zhao Yan stood beside the array platform, watching this scene, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out four words, one by one:

"Fourth brother, you've gone mad."