Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2012 Chapter 967: Every Crime Has Its Master

A collision of savage, eerie, and malevolent thoughts erupted.

For a fleeting moment, the world seemed to spin as the environment shifted. His Divine Sense vision began to warp, distorting and fading as if he were plunging into a suffocating, murky abyss.

Under the crushing weight of such colossal evil intent, everyone's Divine Soul shuddered. Even those at the peak of the Golden Core stage were unable to endure it; their gazes turned hollow, their brows darkened with gloom, and they collapsed to the ground one after another.

Mo Hua persisted the longest, though the struggle was immense.

It felt as though a sinister telekinesis was relentlessly wringing the space within his Sea of Consciousness, attempting to tear his Divine Sense away from his physical form.

Watching Elder Xun and the others fall, Mo Hua finally reached his limit.

He ceased his struggle, permitting that wicked force to pull his Divine Thought avatar from his Sea of Consciousness and drag it into an unfamiliar domain.

The scenery around him resembled a chaotic kaleidoscope of a million fractured minds.

It was garishly colorful, surreal, and grotesque.

The air was thick with sensations of schism, frigidity, malice, and deformity.

The world twisted and shattered into a blur before reassembling itself.

When Mo Hua finally opened his eyes, he found himself standing within a phantasmal nightmare realm.

He was still surrounded by a massive Divine Temple.

This structure bore a striking resemblance to the temple he had witnessed in the physical world moments ago.

While the pavilions were grand and the towers remained imposing, shimmering with gold and jade, the entire place was now saturated with thick, unsettling, ink-black evil thoughts.

Foul, dark water seeped through the golden halls.

Putrid flesh, manifested from pure malice, dangled from the ornate eaves of the roofs.

Between the crevices of the walls, misshapen and hideous eyes were embedded, filled with agony as they peered outward.

Above, ghosts drifted through the sky like heavy storm clouds.

Taking in the horrific sight, Mo Hua drew a sharp breath. His eyes narrowed as his mind raced:

"The Second Elder's physical form is gone, the witchcraft is undone, and the dragon lock has been destroyed. The evil embryo must have fully awakened..."

"Its malice is so potent that it flooded the Divine Temple in an instant, warping reality and pulling everyone's Divine Sense into this nightmare."

"This nightmare is the evil embryo's own domain. As long as the entity exists, the nightmare will persist."

"Everyone is trapped here. The only end is to be consumed by the evil embryo, one by one, serving as fuel for this dreamscape..."

"In other words, this is a certain death trap..."

"Is this what that pale, sinister man-demon intended?"

"It wants to slaughter everyone, ensuring they all perish within this nightmare..."

Mo Hua looked up at the Divine Temple. It was suffused with the power of an Evil God—at once sacred and solemn, yet utterly corrupted, filthy, and depraved. His expression turned increasingly grim.

This was the most expansive and vivid nightmare born of evil thoughts he had ever encountered.

The malice permeating the air was so dense it felt tangible.

Mo Hua's brow furrowed.

"A Third Grade peak evil embryo..."

Despite his powerful Divine Sense, his mastery of Divine Thought Taoism, and his training in the God-slaying Sword Forms of the Taixu Gate, he was uncertain how to slay such a monstrous being.

After a moment of silent contemplation, Mo Hua let out a soft sigh.

"I need to locate Elder Xun and Master Gu first..."

Elder Xun and the rest had undoubtedly been pulled into this nightmare, and their current locations were a mystery.

Even though they were Golden Core cultivators, they did not walk the Path of Divine Sense nor did they practice Divine Thought spells. Leaving their Divine Thoughts exposed in such a lethal environment was incredibly perilous.

If they met with danger, they might truly die.

Elder Xun and the others had only become embroiled in this evil embryo crisis to protect him.

Whether by duty or affection, Mo Hua had to ensure they stayed alive.

As for the Third Grade peak evil embryo, he would deal with it when the time came...

Mo Hua scanned the nightmare, estimated his bearings, and began ascending the steps toward the inner sanctum of the Divine Temple.

Fortunately, the Void Realm of Divine Thought is built upon the foundation of the material world.

While there were discrepancies, the primary architecture remained consistent.

Mo Hua had already navigated the path to the inner temple in the real world, so he had a general idea of the route.

The golden stairs were now marred by streaks of black, turgid blood.

Mo Hua suppressed his aura, shrouded his Divine Thought, and concealed his golden Divine Marrow. Appearing as nothing more than an unremarkable child, he climbed the stairs one step at a time.

Monsters and specters of bizarre shapes flew and lunged around him in a frenzied dance.

Yet, not a single one could pierce his divine concealment.

Mo Hua continued his steady trek until he reached a golden Taoist Field.

The layout and position of this field mirrored the one outside, but here, the copper figures did not hold statues. Instead, each one served as a cage for a tormented soul.

These souls were bound within the copper forms, forced to bow in eternal worship toward the distant temple.

They thrashed, shrieked, and wept.

Their agony and hopelessness were transformed into energy, flowing like a stream toward the heart of the Divine Temple.

In life, they had been slaves, bled dry by others.

In death, they were wronged souls, their suffering still being harvested to feed the evil embryo.

This was the grim machinery of the Divine Temple.

And the dark truth of Solitary Mountain.

A flicker of pity crossed Mo Hua's eyes.

Suddenly, a piercing shriek echoed. Mo Hua turned toward the sound and saw a group of vengeful spirits and wandering ghosts that had broken free from their copper restraints. With blood-red eyes and dripping maws, they were lunging like rabid dogs at a person.

The victim was a pale young man with a fragile aura—it was Shen Qingsheng.

At that moment, Shen Qingsheng was in a state of terror, frantically swinging a longsword to ward off the ghosts tearing at him.

That sword was the embryonic form of his personal Magical Treasure, which he had cultivated for years. Because of that bond, it could manifest within the nightmare, but its strength was diminished, making even basic ghosts difficult to handle.