Return of the Lost Heiress



Chapter 1790 Wynter Still Chose to Save

The sudden situation forced the old man to halt his devouring of the heavenly luck.

The sacred statues within the formation were indestructible by ordinary people. Faced with such statues, most would bow in reverence unless someone had seen through their secrets.

The Sacrificial Human Formation was his creation, and its most recent use was during the roundtable meeting.

He closed his eyes to meditate, and a wisp of his divine soul seeped into the sacred statue. He saw a scene when he entered the formation. Wynter had severed the divine shackles and taken away the sacrificial offerings tied to them. Yet, his spiritual sense couldn't pinpoint her exact location.

This was too suspicious. How did it come to this?

He was the one who had set up the Sacrificial Human Formation, yet his spiritual sense couldn't attack within the formation, as if it had been repelled by someone. This wasn't normal!

The old man opened his eyes, his gaze dark and his fists clenched tightly.

Originally, there would be no way out for Wynter as long as she chose to save those people. Once the Sacrificial Human Formation was activated, no one within it could leave alive, not even a grand master.

That was why he had set up this formation to ensure that Wynter, who always thwarted his plans, would perish within it, allowing him to seize her heavenly luck.

The moment Wynter entered, she was supposed to die in the Wretched Ground. It should have been her doom once she touched the sacred statue!

"She's truly hard to kill." The old man sneered, his gaze lowering.

The sacred statue was still surrounded by an endless flow of energy. This meant that Wynter had only destroyed one statue and hadn't disrupted the Sacrificial Human Formation's overall layout. After all, this was a formation left behind by heaven's will.

He hadn't wanted to deploy such a formation unless absolutely necessary. After all, it also risked exposing his true identity. If it weren't for Wynter constantly opposing him, he wouldn't have revealed this grand formation so soon.

But there were its benefits, too. Once the formation was complete, not only would Wynter's heavenly luck fall into his hands, but the country's fortune would also protect him. By then, he would surely ascend to the Sacred Path.

He could have achieved enlightenment and become an immortal a million years ago. If it weren't for that meddlesome Mt. Nyxvarn, he wouldn't have had to live in hiding, clinging to this wretched existence.

"I can make you die in an endless cycle of dreams even if I can't find you." The old man laughed, his body no longer resembling that of a normal person.

He crawled down from his chair, moving closer to the sacred statue in a grotesque manner. Insatiable desire was etched on his aged face more than ever. It was as if he was addicted to inhaling the energy around him.

He no longer bore any resemblance to a human, let alone an immortal cultivator.

No wonder it was said that the older the sects, the more sordid their secrets. Alchemy, dual cultivation-countless practices were hidden from the outside world. When spoken of, it was always about upholding righteousness and vanquishing demons.