Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2015 Chapter 968: The Childlike Heart

Trembling with terror, Shen Qingsheng fought against his restraints, pleading: "No, please don't kill me!"

"I am a direct scion of the Shen Family; you wouldn't dare take my life!"

"If you slay me, my father will hunt you down, and the Shen Family will never allow you to live..."

Suddenly, Mo Hua came to a halt.

Shen Qingsheng froze for a moment before shrieking: "It’s good that you finally understand fear! Now hurry up and release me!"

Mo Hua didn't answer, instead approaching Shen Qingsheng slowly. He reached out and pressed his palm firmly against Shen Qingsheng’s head.

An inexplicable dread washed over Shen Qingsheng, followed immediately by a sensation of warm light. A stream of incredibly pure telekinesis began flowing into his body, nourishing his divine thought. It felt like a "deity’s" blessing, granting him a sense of power he had never known before.

Shen Qingsheng was first elated, then confused, asking, "You... what exactly are you doing?"

Mo Hua spoke softly, "You are far too thin. There isn't enough of you for them to eat."

"I’m going to fatten you up a little and make you stronger. That way, they can consume more and feel truly satisfied."

Fatten him up?!

Shen Qingsheng’s heart nearly stopped, and his eyes bulged as he bellowed: "Mo Hua! You demonic spirit! Are you even human?"

Mo Hua offered a faint smile, "I am merely doing you a favor. I'm letting you experience what it feels like to be devoured—to have your blood drained, your bones crunched, and your very marrow sucked dry..."

The smile was innocent yet carried a profound weight; it was holy, yet strangely unsettling.

Terror gripped Shen Qingsheng as he finally realized he had no true understanding of who this seemingly harmless Taixu Gate disciple really was.

Mo Hua continued to pour telekinesis into Shen Qingsheng, watching as he became "fatter" and "sturdier." Once the balance was perfect, he used his telekinesis to manifest a rope, launching Shen Qingsheng into the air like a kite.

It was like tossing a choice cut of meat into a den of starving wolves.

The impact was instantaneous.

Thousands of vengeful spirits and ghostly entities surged forward in a frenzy. They swarmed Shen Qingsheng, shredding his divine thought and feasting upon his divine soul.

The Shen Family was the reason their families had been destroyed. Because of them, these souls had perished in the suffocating darkness of the underground, enslaved by the evil embryo and denied the light of day.

While alive, these people had yearned to tear into the flesh of the Shen Family and drink their blood.

Now, in death, they were finally granted the chance to consume the divine soul of a Shen Family member.

They relished the sugary taste of vengeance.

Furthermore, this was the only son of Shen Shouxing.

Their long-standing bitterness was finally being vented, and the blood-drenched karma was reaching its resolution.

As the fierce ghosts tore into Shen Qingsheng’s divine thought, the aura of filth and resentment clinging to them began to fade.

Even the malevolent energy permeating the Divine Temple started to diminish.

Since these enslaved souls served as the food source for the evil embryo, the relief of their grievances had a secondary effect.

The crushing pressure the evil embryo exerted over Mo Hua lightened considerably.

From the void, Mo Hua sensed a faint, peculiar feeling of "gratitude," as if settling the scores for these fierce ghosts had earned him a measure of good "karma."

Or perhaps, was this something akin to "merit"?

Mo Hua felt a brief moment of surprise.

He didn't truly comprehend the nature of merit, nor did he ever actively seek it out...

In his view, one should simply follow the Heavenly Dao, act according to natural laws, and stay true to one's heart without chasing rewards.

Mo Hua turned his back and began to walk away.

Suspended in the air like a kite, Shen Qingsheng was being ripped apart by a sea of ghosts. His soul was bitten and his marrow drained.

He was finally enduring the agonizing reality of being exploited—the feeling of having one's lifeblood sucked away and bones crushed. It was a lingering, excruciating despair, like being slowly dismembered with a blunt blade.

Death was the only thing waiting for him.

Watching Mo Hua’s retreating figure, Shen Qingsheng roared with pure hatred:

"Mo Hua!"

"Mo Hua... even if I become a ghost, I will never let you go!!"

Mo Hua stopped in his tracks upon hearing this. He turned his head to look back at Shen Qingsheng and replied with a serene smile: "If that is the case... I would welcome it."

As long as you remain human, I am gentle.

But if you choose to become a ghost, you will learn exactly how terrifying I can be...

...

As Shen Qingsheng was devoured by the ghosts, his karmic ties slowly dissolved into nothingness.

Mo Hua turned away, venturing deeper into the Divine Temple.

After a period of walking, a sudden fluctuation of divine thought reached him from the distance. Following the source, Mo Hua discovered Master Gu and Fan Jin not far away. One swung a sword while the other brandished a hammer, both struggling desperately against a swarm of evil ghosts.

They were Golden Core Cultivators, possessing the powerful divine sense of that realm.

However, they were not Formation Masters. Their divine sense lacked the necessary refinement, and they possessed no knowledge of Divine Thought Skills. They were forced to rely on raw instinct and the strength of their divine sense to fight.

At most, they could project their personal Magical Treasures to use as weapons.

Unfortunately, this method lacked lethality against the ghosts. Their attacks were too weak to be decisive.

Instead, the ghosts circled them, waiting for the slightest opening to dart in and tear away a piece of their divine thought.

Master Gu and Fan Jin were in a dire state. Their divine thought was being chipped away bit by bit, and they were reaching the point of total exhaustion.

"Dammit... I refuse to end like this, dying as a mere, insignificant Supervisor..." Fan Jin snarled, refusing to give up as he smashed his hammer into a wandering ghost.

The ghost shattered into pieces, only to twist and reform itself perfectly a moment later.

Fan Jin’s skin crawled, "What in the world? What kind of monsters are these...?"

Master Gu sliced an evil ghost in two with his blade, but when he saw the halves merge back together, a sliver of hopelessness took root in his heart.

This was the first time either of them had faced such high-level spiritual entities.

These bizarre beings operated outside the laws of the ordinary world.

And who knew how many more of these creatures were hiding even deeper within the temple?

Looking at the situation, it seemed they wouldn't just fail to save Young Master Mo—they might not even survive to see the exit themselves.

"The Cultivation World is truly a place of hidden perils, where lethal intent lurks at every turn..."