Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2013 Chapter 967: The Wronged Have Their Revenge (Part 2)

"The spirit that escaped the copper man's shackles was lunging at Shen Qingsheng..."

Surveying the surroundings, Mo Hua appeared to reach a sudden realization.

Shen Qingsheng was the offspring of Shen Shouxing.

It was Shen Shouxing who reigned as the primary architect behind the slaughter of over a hundred thousand Loose Cultivators at Solitary Mountain City.

There was a profound, blood-stained karmic bond at play here.

Because of this, the moment Shen Qingsheng was pulled into the nightmare and manifested near this Taoist Field, the local ghosts were instantly driven into a frenzy.

They abandoned all restraint, desperately tearing themselves away from the copper men's bindings to hunt for Shen Qingsheng’s life.

Their intent was to rip him apart while he still breathed, shredding his soul into nothingness.

Retribution follows its master; the cause and effect were firmly established.

Initially, Mo Hua had no desire to interfere and intended to simply depart, yet he paused mid-turn and decided to rescue Shen Qingsheng after all.

He projected a sliver of pressure to repel the vengeful spirits.

Subsequently, he utilized his Divine Thought to assemble Formation Patterns, sealing the malicious spirits back within their copper vessels.

Though the spirits had scattered, Shen Qingsheng remained in a state of terror, swinging his longsword wildly and screaming:

"Stay back, you disgusting creatures! You miserable wretches, keep your hands off me, get away..."

A moment later, seeing that the vengeful spirits had truly retreated, Shen Qingsheng looked around in confusion. Unaware of the true cause but feeling an immediate rush of relief, he rejoiced.

"The ancestors of the Shen family must be protecting me..."

With a face drained of color, Shen Qingsheng whispered, "I cannot remain in this cursed place..."

He prepared to flee, but as he turned, he realized another figure was standing before him.

"A child?"

Shen Qingsheng was stunned. As he focused on the face, his pupils dilated in shock, "You... you are Mo Hua?!"

Mo Hua gave a simple, soft "Mm" in response.

"How could you... look like this?" Shen Qingsheng found the sight difficult to process.

"This is a dream; dreams do not possess a fixed form."

Mo Hua didn't feel like explaining further and kept his answer brief.

Shen Qingsheng’s eyes grew dark as he fixed his gaze on Mo Hua.

From the outside, Mo Hua appeared to be nothing more than an ordinary, defenseless child.

Had his Cultivation regressed?

Was this the right moment to strike him down?

Shen Qingsheng weighed his options in silence.

The grudge between him and Mo Hua ran deep, and the catastrophes at Solitary Mountain City were fundamentally Mo Hua's fault.

Had it not been for the boy, he would never have stepped foot in Solitary Mountain City, nor would he have been seized by those wretched tomb robbers to suffer such degradation in this tomb.

Everything traced back to Mo Hua.

He wanted Mo Hua dead.

"If I slay him within a dream, I wonder if his life would end in the waking world..."

Shen Qingsheng cast a predatory look at the seemingly "fragile" Mo Hua.

Yet, he wavered.

The memory of Mo Hua killing Mr. Pi remained burned into his mind.

He had never once gained the upper hand against the boy before.

Even if Mo Hua looked weak in this dream, he possessed an unnerving, unfathomable air of calm.

Shen Qingsheng could not decide if he should take the risk.

Mo Hua observed him with a neutral expression, seemingly indifferent to the man's thoughts, and finally spoke: "How much do you actually know about the Shen family?"

"The Shen family?"

"The mass grave."

Shen Qingsheng’s eyes flickered, "I am merely at the Foundation Establishment stage and barely over twenty years old. How could I be privy to the inner workings of the clan..."

Mo Hua gave a small nod.

Every debt has its debtor.

He stopped paying attention to Shen Qingsheng and began walking toward the Taoist Field, which was teeming with copper men and spirits.

Shen Qingsheng blurted out, "Where do you think you're going?"

"Into the heart of the Divine Temple."

"Is there a way out through there?"

"It is a possibility."

Shen Qingsheng was baffled, but he knew Mo Hua was resourceful. Even if the destination wasn't an exit, it was likely the best chance for survival.

The area was crawling with spirits starving for human souls.

Terrified of being left alone, Shen Qingsheng trailed after Mo Hua.

After a few paces, Mo Hua looked back at him. "Are you following me?"

Shen Qingsheng let out a cold sneer, "The road is right here. If you can walk it, so can I."

Mo Hua stared at him momentarily before nodding. "Very well, you may follow."

With a casual motion, a soft golden glow manifested into Divine Mist Formation Patterns. He inscribed some upon Shen Qingsheng and some upon himself.

"This is a concealment formation for your aura," Mo Hua explained. "Do not disturb it. If the formation fails and your presence is exposed, even I won't be able to save you from being swarmed by ghosts."

Shen Qingsheng stared at the golden sigils on his body, feeling a surge of dread:

"This brat Mo Hua can actually manifest formations even inside a dream? It’s a good thing I didn't attack him just now..."

"Understood," Shen Qingsheng nodded.

Mo Hua resumed his journey into the depths of the Taoist Field.

Having searched the exterior without finding any sign of Elder Xun Ziyou, Master Gu, or Master Fan, he concluded they must be deeper within the Divine Temple.

Right where the Evil Embryo was situated.

"I hope Elder Xun and the others are still alive..."

Mo Hua pondered silently.

Thus, with Mo Hua leading and Shen Qingsheng trailing behind, they moved cautiously through the Taoist Field of golden copper men, heading toward the temple's inner sanctum.

Golden copper men lined the entire path.

Countless vengeful souls were tethered to these statues, trapped in a cycle of agony and hopelessness, their faces twisted in grief.

They seemed to catch a faint scent of the hatred and karma passing by.

However, thanks to the Divine Mist Formation, Shen Qingsheng’s presence remained hidden. The spirits could only howl and snarl in a blind rage.

A massive, bloody resentment was being held back.

A terrifying fury was simmering just beneath the surface.

As they progressed, Shen Qingsheng grew increasingly unsettled. Looking at the grotesque statues and the horrific spirits, he couldn't help but grumble:

"These foul, hideous things... what is the point of them being here?"

Mo Hua stopped in his tracks. He slowly turned his head, fixing Shen Qingsheng with a freezing stare. "These are all the 'works of art' created by your Shen family..."