Chapter 59: Heavenly Secrets Revealed Again, Renowned Across the Realm

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Two centuries have quietly passed since the unnoticed corner of Tidal City.
For the formation arts community in the Eastern Domain, these two hundred years have witnessed earth-shattering transformations.
In the central region of the Eastern Domain, a spiritual mountain named “Heavenly Mechanism Peak” has rekindled its vitality after lying dormant for thousands of years.
This mountain was once the sacred gate of the ancient formation sect “Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion.” After the calamity of self-destruction, it had become a wasteland, its spiritual veins dried up and forgotten by the world. Yet, a century ago, a formation master named Chen Mo, single-handedly and over ten years, reconnected the earth’s ley lines and reactivated the mountain’s grand protective formation.
On that day, a vast radiance surged into the sky, and an enormous formation light screen enveloped the entire peak, appearing before the world once more after millennia. Upon the screen, stars flowed and runes flickered; its profundity and grandeur far surpassed the protective formations of any contemporary sect.
The entire Eastern cultivation world was shaken.
Soon after, Chen Mo, as the thirty-eighth generation head of the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion, issued a widespread call to arms, announcing the sect’s reopening and inviting disciples.
At first, major factions watched with skepticism and disdain. What upheaval could a sect long buried by history, led by an unknown formation master, possibly cause?
However, what unfolded next completely overturned everyone’s perceptions.
Some, confident in their formation skills, came to Heavenly Mechanism Peak to challenge the protective formation, intending to break it. Yet dozens of formation experts attacking together for three days and nights couldn’t even stir a ripple in the great formation. Instead, they were trapped in illusions conjured by the formation itself, making fools of themselves before being politely “invited” down the mountain by Chen Mo.
The “Myriad Treasures Pavilion,” the foremost commercial guild in the Eastern Domain, spent a fortune hiring Chen Mo to design a top-tier defense and energy-gathering formation for its headquarters. Chen Mo completed the setup in just three months. When the formation was activated, the spiritual energy concentration at the headquarters surged tenfold, and according to the guild leader, its defenses could withstand the full assault of three Nascent Soul cultivators. News of this caused a sensation throughout the realm.
An elder of the demonic “Bloodshard Sect,” a Nascent Soul expert, coveting the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion’s formations, infiltrated the mountain secretly but was trapped within a deadly formation called the “Cycle of Ten Thousand Phenomena.” Within the span of a single incense stick’s burn, this fearsome demonic elder’s mind collapsed, his cultivation ruined, and he was cast out of the sect’s gates.
Event after event struck like thunderbolts in the hearts of all Eastern cultivators.
The name “Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion” was no longer a mere historical footnote but had become the unsurpassable pinnacle of formation arts.
Chen Mo, the new sect leader, rose from an unknown lone cultivator to a grandmaster of formations whom all major powers now regarded with reverence.
At this moment, Heavenly Mechanism Peak was no longer a ruin.
Pavilions and towers stood in orderly harmony along the mountain’s slopes, each structure itself a component of the overall formation, interconnected into an organic whole. Mist swirled through the valleys, cranes called out in chorus, and dense spiritual energy flowed visibly as streams weaving through the landscape. Hundreds of disciples, clad in uniform robes embroidered with star patterns, diligently studied profound formation techniques in various training grounds and lecture halls.
Everything brimmed with vibrant prosperity.
Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion, Grand Council Hall.

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Chen Mo sat upright at the main seat.
Two centuries had left few marks on his face. He remained slender, yet the youthful awkwardness of old had been replaced by steadiness and authority. His deep eyes resembled the starry sky, seemingly alive with countless formation diagrams flickering within. His cultivation had reached the early Nascent Soul stage. Though not the strongest among his peers, all knew that within his formations, even powerful Nascent Soul masters stood no chance of gaining the upper hand.
“Sect Leader,” an elderly man with white hair and beard bowed deeply from below. Once a senior elder of a second-rate sect in the Eastern Domain, he now served as the pavilion’s transmission elder, his demeanor full of respect. “This month, seven top-tier sects have sent envoys seeking alliance with us, requesting upgrades to their protective formations. Among them is the leader of the Daoist sect, ‘Supreme Unity Temple.’”
Chen Mo nodded calmly. “Proceed according to the old rules. Alliances are welcome. Requests for my direct involvement require sincere intention. The Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion does not engage in disputes—only transactions.”
“Yes,” the elder replied. “Also, this year’s new disciple recruitment examinations have concluded. Three thousand candidates participated, but only nineteen passed the trials and earned admission. Here is their roster.”
Chen Mo took the jade slip, scanning it with his divine sense and nodding slightly. “Their aptitude and character are decent. Especially that youth named ‘Lin Yuan’—his performance in the illusion formation bears a strong resemblance to my own at his age.”
His tone carried a trace of reminiscence.
“The Sect Leader speaks truly,” the elder smiled. “That boy is an orphan, obsessed with formations since childhood—a promising talent. I have already accepted him as my personal disciple and will instruct him carefully.”
“Hm.” Chen Mo put down the jade slip and gazed beyond the hall, through the sea of clouds, as if glimpsing the distant past. “Order all new disciples: their first lesson shall not be formations but a visit to the Ancestral Hall to learn the history of our Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion.”
“Yes, Sect Leader.”
After the elder withdrew, Chen Mo remained alone in the grand hall.
He rose slowly, took a step forward, and vanished from sight. The next moment, he appeared atop Heavenly Mechanism Peak’s summit.
This place was the pavilion’s forbidden ground, accessible only to him.
Standing there, overlooking the vibrant scene of the sect below, his heart brimmed with profound emotion.
He had succeeded.
He truly rebuilt the waning ancestral legacy from ruins. He fulfilled the wishes of generations past, making the name “Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion” shine brighter than ever before.
He did not hoard the knowledge selfishly. He classified and compiled the knowledge from the nameless ancient tome, from shallow to deep, into the pavilion’s current instructional materials. He intended this epoch-making formation theory to take root, blossom, and bear fruit on this land.
He had accomplished it.
Yet, a question lingered persistently in his heart.

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Who was the young man in the green robe in Tidal City who gave him the warm jade pendant and left behind ten low-grade spirit stones?
Was that cave and the ancient tome truly ancestral relics?
As his mastery of formation arts deepened, so did his understanding of the ancient tome—and so did his doubts.
He gradually realized that although the tome’s theories cleverly connected with the remnants of the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion, its core ideology and vast worldview were unlike anything born of this world.
It was a higher-dimensional, omniscient wisdom.
Like a person who could only draw in two dimensions suddenly receiving a textbook on three-dimensional geometry.
This was not “lost knowledge” but rather a “gift.”
A staggering, unimaginable gift from an unknown existence.
He had spent decades searching for that elderly gentleman’s trace but found nothing. That person vanished as if never existing.
The more he investigated, the more he sensed the terror and greatness of that presence.
To compose such a revolutionary tome with ease, deliver it without leaving a trace, and erase all signs of one’s existence silently—
Such means and mastery far exceeded his comprehension.
Perhaps that was not a human being at all.
But a god walking among mortals.
Chen Mo took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil within. He turned and entered an ancient ancestral shrine behind him.
This was the Ancestral Hall of the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion.