Cultivation is just so scientific! Chapter 1474 - 783: Rift (2)

Theoretically, spatial rifts are supposed to manifest only in the primary realm, never showing up inside a Grotto Heaven.

Inside a Grotto Heaven, such rifts fail to form at all; any instability in space causes an immediate breakdown, just like the gateway to the Hell Cave Heaven.

To date, explorers have yet to discover a single spatial rift in any investigated Grotto Heaven.

Gathered there were mighty Great Cultivators from dominant superpower groups, granted access to select secret records. Every major power had delved into studies of spatial rifts, and even the immortals among the mighty had penned analyses on the subject.

The immortals of the mighty had verified beyond doubt that spatial rifts appear exclusively in the primary realm.

Master Wang He’s declaration clashed head-on with the findings from the mighty’s investigations, a notion these Great Cultivators, who revered the mighty above all, simply could not stomach.

"Push through and slaughter these Hell creatures, then you’ll understand!" Master Wang He declared in a grave tone, brooking no debate.

From that moment, the Great Cultivators unleashed their full might without restraint, summoning magical treasures in a flash to wipe out the late-stage Fourth Grade Hell Beings, burning with curiosity about what awaited beyond.

Through this extended clash, the cultivators had already pinpointed the vulnerabilities of these Hell creatures.

The assault patterns of Hell creatures, including those at late-stage Fourth Grade, remain brutally basic, explaining why they fall short against human cultivators in true combat.

In earlier fights, Hell creatures leaned on overwhelming hordes to dominate, but now, facing over five thousand Nascent Soul Middle Stage experts alongside more than fifty Great Cultivators, that edge in numbers evaporated completely.

The fight devolved into outright slaughter, amplified by Master Wang He’s rampage, where each of his blows annihilated vast clusters of Hell creatures.

Leading the charge in the Four-direction Formation, no matter if they were common Hell creatures or the late-stage Fourth Grade variants, all met the same grim fate beneath the onslaught of lightning—utterly blasted apart in horror.

"There it is!"

"That’s the spatial rift!"

"Indeed, a spatial rift for real!"

In the midst of shocked outcries, the Great Cultivators spotted a dark fissure rising vertically from the earth.

The sight that stunned them deepest was the endless stream of Hell creatures pouring forth from that dark fissure.

It dawned on them that these Hell creatures weren’t spawned by the Hell Cave Heaven itself but spawned directly from this ominous black rift.

"Pour everything into wiping out these nearby Hell monsters; we have to erect an array to seal off this spatial rift, or else we’ll never purge the Hell monsters completely!" Master Wang He ordered sharply.

The cultivators’ Four-direction Formation shifted into motion, circling the spatial rift while relentlessly cutting down the encircling Hell creatures.

As foes fell on one flank, heaps of array bases were hurriedly placed into position.

Right then, Master Wang He broke away from the Four-direction Formation, confronting the spatial rift in solitude, brandishing the ’Heavenly Strike Thunder Hammer’ to bombard it with bolt after bolt of lightning.

Li Yuanba stood frozen, witnessing Master Wang He seal the spatial rift single-handedly.

Sure, Master Wang He’s explosive display wouldn’t endure forever, yet its sheer ferocity already surpassed anything Li Yuanba could fathom.

Even as he fought on, Li Yuanba kept an eye on the array bases taking shape.

He grasped that this setup formed a barrier to steady the fabric of space; if deployed right, it would clamp down on the rift’s wild spatial energies, narrowing its breach.

This served merely as a stopgap spatial array too; a permanent seal on the spatial rift demanded far more complexity.

In his judgment, this array, forged from vast stores of precious Fourth-grade Array Materials, might hold firm for up to six days at best.

He figured the space-stabilizing formation had been hauled along not with prior knowledge of the spatial rift, but to shore up the Hell Cave Heaven’s crumbling space and delay its total ruin.

Next to Master Wang He’s fierce duel, the Four-direction Formation’s skirmish felt almost effortless; as every Great Cultivator cut loose without reserve, the Hell creatures clustering the spatial rift dwindled swiftly.

At last, following seven grueling hours of combat, they eradicated the Hell creatures thronging the spatial rift.

Those Hell creatures lumbering in from afar no longer presented any real danger.

Over yonder, Master Wang He crackled with electric fury across his frame, his form swelling into a towering Nascent Soul Dharma Form exceeding ten meters, a clear sign of his battle power unleashed to the utmost.

Li Yuanba had tracked Master Wang He’s duel with keen focus; after all, this man could turn foe in time.

Yet after dissecting Master Wang He’s fighting style, Li Yuanba harbored just one resolve: until he himself ascended to Great Cultivator status, steering clear of Master Wang He was the wisest path.

This wasn’t fear, merely an honest appraisal of his own limits.

Beneath Master Wang He’s total onslaught, Li Yuanba caught sight of four late-stage Fourth Grade Hell creatures lunging across from the rift’s far side, only to have their heads emerge briefly before lightning from Master Wang He smashed them down.

Li Yuanba detected the weave of Thunder Rules embedded in Master Wang He’s lightning strikes; absent the insights shared by his original self, Li Shiming, he lacked the level to truly sense those Thunder Rules yet.

His ’Divine Vision’ sprang to life, linking with the IBMz15 to capture every detail of Master Wang He’s combat, data of immense worth for his true self Li Shiming’s progress in the ’Yuqing Thunder Scripture.’

"Lend aid to the fight; Array Masters, speed up and deploy the formation!" Master Wang He spotted the cultivators fixated on his duel and bellowed.

Every lightning blast from him drained his Thunder Rules to the brink, a strain he could scarcely bear for long.

Those inner Thunder Rules formed the bedrock for his push toward the Mahayana Realm; while everyday use allowed replenishment, overtaxing them risked permanent harm to that base.

At his call, the Great Cultivators surged into the fray.

Master Wang He retracted his Nascent Soul Dharma Form and swallowed a handful of Spirit Pills.

He refused to slack off, positioning himself nearby, poised to leap back in if crisis struck.

Meanwhile, the formation progressed, though erratic bursts of spatial turbulence and lingering battle chaos at the rift’s location hampered the Array Masters, slowing their efforts considerably.

"What’s the holdup? Get that formation active fast; the Great Cultivators are burning through their reserves!" Master Wang He grumbled at the cluster of Array Masters.

"Senior Wang, these spatial surges and fight remnants keep twisting the local energies; each array base demands heavy computations, and we can’t just force it!" One Array Master lifted his gaze to respond.

"How much longer until the formation’s done?" Master Wang He reined in his irritation, aware that haste wouldn’t help, and inquired gravely.

"Hard to pin down, but under ideal conditions, perhaps two days!" The Array Master pondered briefly before replying.

"Two days? Just glance at that spatial rift; how could it hold out that long!" Master Wang He at last vented his rage in a thunderous roar.

Though the spatial rift looked contained for the instant, something on its opposite side had clearly detected the obstruction, sending ever more late-stage Fourth Grade Hell Beings into view.

Were it not for the fifty-plus Great Cultivators channeling their assaults straight at the spatial rift, Master Wang He doubted he could maintain the solo blockade any longer.

Enduring two days like this, the results were anyone’s guess.

With such vast forces of manpower and resources committed, plus the heavy toll in fallen and wounded cultivators, now that they’d uncovered the Hell Cave Heaven’s origin point at last, failure in the closing formation phase was unthinkable.

"We’re giving it everything; laying a formation amid this mess isn’t child’s play!" The Array Master shot back in frustration under the yell.

They weren’t stalling on purpose; within the Array Masters’ Array Formation Starlight Sea lay reference computations aplenty. In standard settings, no matter the array’s intricacy, a prepared Array Master could assemble it with haste.

Yet here, the energies roiled in utter disorder, forcing fresh calculations to purge distortions and weave in spatial forces; that intense processing load explained why only these elite Array Masters, the finest in the Cultivation World, could ensure the formation’s viability.