The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 1137: Formation Spirit

Chapter 1137: Chapter 1137: Formation Spirit

He was sucked into the formation just as he was at the very center of two colliding forces, his own power entwined with that of the formation.

The impact generated was more than even he could bear.

However, at the critical moment, the formation seemed to have a consciousness of its own, suddenly dissipating all its power, allowing his own power to strike the formation unchecked.

Immediately, when his own power struck the formation without any obstruction, he passed directly through an empty space in the formation.

When he came to his senses, he had already appeared inside the formation.

"What... what’s going on?"

Ning Fan looked around, only to see a vast expanse of white, with nothing else visible.

This was completely beyond his expectations.

He had thought that inside the formation, there would at least be some precious treasures or rare natural resources.

Could it be that this formation was just protecting this empty space?

As he pondered, a figure slowly approached from the depths.

It was an old man in a white robe, his long beard reaching the ground, his seemingly cloudy eyes bursting with intense brilliance.

The old man quickly approached Ning Fan, sizing him up with a look of reminiscence on his face.

Ning Fan pondered for a moment and cautiously greeted him, "Senior, may I ask where this place is?"

The old man did not answer him, but instead asked somewhat excitedly, "You, what’s your relationship with Elder Long?"

"Elder Long?" Ning Fan’s eyes widened, "Senior knows my mother?"

At these words, the old man became even more agitated, "So you are Elder Long’s son! How is Elder Long doing now?!"

Ning Fan shook his head, "I don’t know. Actually, my parents left me when I was very young, and I have been searching for their whereabouts ever since."

Not feeling threatened by the old man, Ning Fan gradually relaxed his guard.

Seeing the look of loss on the old man’s face, Ning Fan carefully asked, "Senior, how did you know my mother?"

The old man glanced at him and said, "What do you think I am?"

"Uh..."

Ning Fan carefully sensed the old man’s aura, and after a long moment shook his head, "Senior is powerful, I cannot determine."

This was not flattery; it was indeed the truth.

The old man’s aura was strong, but Ning Fan did not feel any spiritual power from him, just a pure strength.

Simply put, Ning Fan had never encountered such a being before.

The old man sighed deeply, "I am the guardian spirit of this formation."

A guardian spirit??

Ning Fan’s mouth fell open in surprise.

He was not unfamiliar with the concept of a guardian spirit as his mother’s legacy had mentioned them.

But for a guardian spirit to be born, the conditions were extremely stringent.

First and foremost, the formation must be set by a top master of formations.

Only a formation of that caliber could possibly give birth to a guardian spirit.

Moreover, the requirements for the materials used in setting the formation and the power of the formation setter themselves were very high.

Only when all these conditions were met could a guardian spirit be born.

"To think that senior is a guardian spirit... this is truly unexpected."

Ning Fan regarded the old man as some kind of hermit.

The old man smiled faintly and said, "There might be something else that will surprise you even more, this formation was personally set by your mother."

Ning Fan’s eyes widened again, but then he thought it seemed reasonable.

After all, the understanding of formations in the legacy left by his mother had clearly surpassed that of ordinary master formators.

"Senior, may I know what exactly is guarded within this formation?" Ning Fan asked curiously.

His mother couldn’t have set up a formation here just for fun.

The old man looked at him deeply, pondered for a long moment, and finally said in a grave tone, "Since you are the descendant of the master, you should be able to pass the trials left by the master, follow me."

Ever since he learned Ning Fan’s identity, the old man had told him everything from the past, evidently holding great trust in Ning Fan’s mother.

Even in front of Ning Fan, he directly referred to his mother as the master.

After all, from the perspective of formations, without Ning Fan’s mother, the old man would never have been born.

"When the master set up the formation, and in a short time, I was born; afterwards, the master left, and I have been guarding this place ever since."

"Over time, there were powerful cultivators with exceptional talents who came here, wanting to take something from the formation."

"But either they were killed by that fellow outside, or they couldn’t even enter the formation."

"Even if by chance someone came in, they couldn’t pass the trials and had to leave."

Ning Fan knew that the "fellow outside" the old man referred to was The Man in the Black Mist.

He tried to ask about his mother, but the old man said he didn’t know too much.

After all, from his birth until now, he had only stayed inside the formation, occasionally going to the edge of the formation at most.

Most of what he knew came from chatting with the lucky cultivators who made it here.

"By the way, senior, why are you unwilling to communicate with the person outside?" Ning Fan asked curiously.