As for the formation, Jiang Chen made no secret of it.
He was quite confident in this formation. Unless several peak Imperial Realm powerhouses joined forces, it would absolutely be unbreakable.
Even a Great Emperor would find it difficult to breach a formation that Jiang Chen had spent three days constructing.
After all, this was a guardian formation of an ancient sect!
Huang'er gazed at the formation, and her clear eyes turned to Jiang Chen with even more tenderness.
Her man—so willing to shoulder such responsibility—naturally made Huang'er very happy. What young woman wouldn't want her man to be someone who could stand tall between heaven and earth?
And what Jiang Chen was doing right now was exactly that kind of act—standing tall, using his own resources and his own time to benefit humanity's cultivators.
Though in doing so, the common folk would never know of his sacrifice, no one would remember his goodwill, and some might even curse him, believing this formation blocked their path into the Wastelands.
But would a truly responsible powerhouse care about such hollow fame?
Lin Yanyu stared at the stone stele and the formation, lost in thought.
After a long pause, Lin Yanyu walked up to Jiang Chen and bowed deeply. "Brother Huang, in my entire life I've never admired anyone. But this righteous act of yours has me completely awed."
Jiang Chen waved his hand, looking somewhat listless. "I'm only doing what I can. How much good it'll do—that's in the hands of heaven."
Ordinary rogue cultivators would be forced to turn back at the sight of this formation. Even ordinary Imperial Realm experts would achieve nothing.
However, if a larger group of peak Imperial Realm cultivators gathered together and spent enough time, they could still break through it.
Jiang Chen could only hope that the Demon Warning Stele would serve as some kind of warning to those who came after.
Lin Yanyu also felt a pang of melancholy. The greed of human cultivators was boundless. Once word of the Wastelands spread, more powerhouses would inevitably flood here.
The formation was powerful, but it could only hold for a time—not forever.
For this very reason, Lin Yanyu's admiration for Jiang Chen only deepened.
But Jiang Chen had prepared for this as well. At several corners, he had placed numerous Recording Crystals. If anyone breached the formations, the crystals would capture everything.
When the time came, Jiang Chen would naturally be able to see who had taken his formation flags.
These formation flags—Jiang Chen absolutely would not abandon them. The legacy of the Danxiao Ancient Sect was not something he had the right to discard carelessly.
After finishing everything, Jiang Chen and Huang'er exchanged a glance. Huang'er softly consoled him: "You've already done more than enough. If the Demon Race's advance truly cannot be stopped, no single person can reverse it. It will take far more human powerhouses paying attention to this matter."
Jiang Chen smiled bitterly. "Most human powerhouses are busy fighting for power and profit. How many truly possess vision and far-reaching foresight?"
Since entering the world, Jiang Chen had encountered only a scant handful of such people.
Moreover, figures like Elder Ye Chonglou and Palace Master Dan Chi had limited personal strength—even with foresight, they couldn't influence the greater tide.
The only remaining one was the Peacock Great Emperor.
Hearing Jiang Chen's words, Lin Yanyu was deeply moved. "Brother Huang speaks truly. The leaders of those great sects and factions may not genuinely care about the common people. Having climbed to such heights, so far removed from the masses, they probably no longer concern themselves with whether ordinary folk live or die. What they care about is power, profit, and their own path to immortality."
It was perfectly understandable for martial powerhouses to pursue their own Dao.
But in comparison, a Great Emperor like the Peacock Great Emperor—who had sensed the Heavenly Dao yet chose to remain at the Great Emperor stage purely to keep watch over the Demon Race—such integrity and moral character earned Jiang Chen's genuine admiration.
Leaving the valley, Jiang Chen glanced at the easygoing Lin Yanyu. "Brother Lin, what are your plans?"
Lin Yanyu sighed softly. "Travel about, look around, broaden my horizons. Perhaps after a while I'll return to Pill Fire City."
Jiang Chen nodded. "Then let us part ways here. Until we meet again."
Lin Yanyu hesitated, a trace of disappointment crossing his face. After a moment of silence, he mustered his courage. "Brother Huang, I've always wondered—which great sect does Brother Huang belong to?"
Lin Yanyu had his own speculations, but none led to any clear answer. He only felt that Jiang Chen must be a direct disciple of some top-tier power.
Yet somehow, this Brother Huang seemed far more formidable than any ordinary direct disciple. That formation—though Lin Yanyu couldn't fully comprehend it, he knew it was extraordinary.
Creating such a formation demanded immense investment—whether in strength, material resources, or spiritual energy.
This kind of grand undertaking was absolutely beyond the capability of any ordinary person.
Jiang Chen smiled. "My identity is rather special, Brother Lin. You definitely wouldn't want to know. But I am quite curious about you, Brother Lin. If you really have nowhere to go, perhaps you could come find me in Liuli Royal City."
Liuli Royal City?
Lin Yanyu was stunned, staring at Jiang Chen with a rapidly shifting expression.
Jiang Chen smiled and gave a slight nod, cupping his fists toward Lin Yanyu. "Until we meet again."
Right now, Jiang Chen was desperate to find a place to lift the Hundred Lives Shared Heart Curse from Huang'er, so he naturally couldn't reveal his identity to Lin Yanyu—that would only invite complications.
Lin Yanyu watched Jiang Chen's departing figure, feeling a deep sense of loss. "Liuli Royal City? Liuli Royal City…"