Chapter 838
Lawere meticulously arranged the formation, each stone ced with pur por as he paused to observe
and contemte belour proceeding
The rest–robed messenger’s gaze bare into Lawrener, his eyes filleal with a hilling threat Kid, deceive
me, and you’ll live to regret it
While he was uncertain of Lawrence’s honesty, the red–robed menger decided to take a daring leap of
faith
Killing Lawrence would only be a huile release of anger, viebling true benefit. It would also undo the
twenty years of varetul nning iledicated to cultivating the spiritual beetle.
Il Lawrence spoke the truth and a miraculous spart gathering acray truly existed, capable of absorbing
the power of the spiritual beetles, it would be an unparalleled triumph The gamble was worth the risk.
Ue delves deep into the ancient times in the celestial scripture pavilion to cultivate spiritual beetles.
Within those pages, it wax mequivocally stated that spiritual beetles possessed power cut an ethereal
nature, bordering on the divine The prospect of absorbing theirndless energy meant that his mind
would tidergo a metamorphosis, granting him a glimpse into enigmate heavenly principles that had
eluded all who came before him.
Though untamulia with spirit gathering array, he believedl in Lawrence’s evolved mind, sensing its
ability to perceive heavenly principles Perhaps this spirit gathering array was one of them!
Lawrence halted, anger flickering in his eyes as he stared down the red–robed messenger. ‘Creating
this array demands immense spiritual strength Each step inust be taken with utmost care, undisturbed
by anyone. Can you please remain silent? Or have you lost your desire for the power of the spiritual
beetles,
The red–robed messenger’s eyes narrowed with fury, tempted to trike Lawrence down.
Yet, considering the mysterious power of the spiritual beetles and the potential for perceiving heavenly
principles, he restrained himself and remained silent
A sneer of impatience yed on Lawrence’s lips as he cast a disdainful nce at the red–robed
messenger, resuming his meticulous observation and formation setting
With each passing moment, the formation grew inplexity. Lawrence immersed himself in
contemtion, the arrangements on the ground taking shape and emanating a profound and enigmatic
aura.
The red–robed messenger, who had grown restless while observing Lawrence’s meticulous work,
began to doubt his sincerity.
Yet, as the arrays gradually revealed intricate patterns, he, too, felt the presence of a profound and
mysterious essence within them
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In that instant, all doubts evaporated. The red–robed messenger stared at the formations on the
ground, astonished, and wondered, “Could this truly be the array?”
Though ignorant of the arrays, he had heard whispers from ancient experts about a power that could
reshape the heavens. and the earth, originating from a distant eastern kingdom five thousand years
ago. Mastery of that power was an immense challenge, and its knowledge had nearly vanished with the
passing of time.
Now, as he witnessed the array crafted by Lawrence, he felt the weight of that awe–inspiring ancient
and enigmatic legacy from the eastern kingdom.
The array had yet to fully materialize, but he had already sensed subtle mysteries within it. It was as if
spiritual energy coursed through the structure, waiting to be harnessed.
Stepping into the array created by Lawrence, he feltfortable and experienced a tingling sensation
throughout his body. as if the world was on the brink of something extraordinary, just within reach.
“Is this the spirit gathering array?” the red–robed messenger ingined, his voice filled with astonishment
and intrigue.
Impressed by the intricate arrays before him, the red–robed messenger marveled silently. He
meticulously studied the positions of the stones,mitting them to memory. In his mind, this array
held endless possibilities, a valuable knowledge for his future endeavors.
As Lawrence immersed himself in setting up the array, he suddenly caught sight of the red–robed
messenger standing within its bounds. Annoyed, he reprimanded, “The array is not yetplete! What
are you doing inside? Leave immediately!”
“Brat, you dare talk to me like this, are you courting death The red–robed messenger’s demeanor
toughened in response to Lawrence’s scolding.
He possessed the power of life and death over Lawrence, but the repeated insults ignited an intense
desire to extinguish the insolent youli’s existence.
Lawrence locked eyes with the red–robed messenger and sternly asserted, “The formation is still
iplete. Your intrusion disrupts its delicate bnce. Moreover, youck understanding of the array’s
intricate points. Standing in the wrong position would drain the power within you. I’m doing this for your
own good. It’s like a dog biting the hand that feeds it, oblivious to kindness!”
The red–robed messenger’s expression shifted upon hearing these words, prompting a swift exit from
the array. He had dedicated immense effort to cultivate his power, and the prospect of its depletion felt
more unbearable than death.
However, as he stepped out, a sense of unease washed over him, and he angrily questioned, “Who are
you calling a dog?”
It was only after leaving the array that the red–robed messenger fullyprehended the extent of
Lawrence’s insults.
Undeterred by the messenger’s presence, Lawrence continued to focus onpleting the formation.
The red–robed messenger’s gaze turned icy as he stared at Lawrence’s back, emanating a chilling
aura of murderous intent. Even if Lawrence were to surrender the secret power of the spiritual beetle at
that very moment, the red–robed messenger still harbored intentions of subjecting him to a brutal and
torturous end. Throughout his years in the martial world, never before had a young individual dared to
berate him so audaciously.
Adding fuel to his fury was the fact that Lawrence hadbeled him a dog–aplete humiliation!
At that moment, Lawrence abruptly halted his actions, his gaze scanning the surroundings with a
solemn expression.
“What’s the matter?” the red–robed messenger inquired, curiosity piqued.
Fixated on the stones in his hand, Lawrence pointed to a section of the iplete array and spoke in
a deep voice, “Here, weck a treasure of significant value that can serve as a key point.”
Perplexed, the red–robed messenger questioned, “Don’t you have stones? Can’t you use them as key
points?”
“No way!” Lawrence protested.
Shaking his head, Lawrence exined, “No! The key point within the array is of utmost importance. It
requires a material of exceptional quality and unique properties. If I were to use stones, the power of
the spiritual beetle within me would only partially be absorbed, merely tapping into the spiritual energy
of the universe.”
Intrigued, the red–robed messenger inquired, “So what do you suggest?”
Lawrence locked eyes with the red–robed messenger, his gaze fixated on the messenger’s mask, and
calmly stated, “I see. The material of your mask is remarkably special. If used as a key point, its effect
would be amplified.”
The red–robed messenger’s eyes grew cold, and he demanded, “What did you say?”
Maintaining hisposure, Lawrence replied, “For the array to function optimally, the key point must
possess exceptional qualities. It’s a matter ofmon sense.” A faint smile curled on his lips. “If you
have no interest in a wless array, then forget it. I’ll find any random stone to suffice.”
With those words, he reached for a stone, preparing to ce it in the key point.
The red–robed messenger’s gaze turned icy, and just as he was about to intervene, he relented. “Fine,
I’ll pass you the mask.” Slowly, he extended his hand, ready to remove the mask.
Lawrence widened his eyes, his attention fixated on the red–robed messenger’s actions, consumed by
curiosity. What secretsy hidden beneath the mask?