Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2019 Chapter 969: Mountain Lord (2)

"Young Master Mo... what kind of monster is he..."

"Surely... he is still 'human', right?"

...

Deep within the grand hall.

A shattered long halberd, coated in filth and gore, lay abandoned upon the floor.

Clad in menacing demon armor and bearing a resemblance to Lord Yellow Mountain, the grotesque evil embryo stood perfectly still.

A fresh wound marked its shoulder, where the meat pulsed and writhed. Foul blood leaked slowly from the injury as evil energy festered within the gap.

The creature remained motionless, appearing almost confused.

Seizing this brief reprieve, Mo Hua sucked in air, his lungs burning as he struggled to breathe.

However, before he could fully recover, the creature's flesh began to stitch itself back together. Its malevolent essence surged once more.

The broken halberd of the evil god manifested in its grip once again.

Mo Hua clenched his teeth, his breath hitching in alarm.

"He is far too powerful..."

Through this prolonged struggle, Mo Hua had gradually pieced together the truth.

This evil embryo was a failed birth—a "stillborn" manifestation of an evil god. Because of this, it carried a death aura far more potent than that of a standard evil god entity.

It appeared to lack higher consciousness, driven only by the primal instincts to slaughter and consume.

Its physical form was a fusion of horrors.

It held the core essence of an evil god, the physical remains of demon monsters, and the concentrated agony of over ten thousand mining Cultivators who had met their ends in Solitary Mountain. It was the embodiment of the resentment born from such cruelty.

It was a chaotic, deformed mass of merged flesh.

Mo Hua recalled sensing a powerful and grotesque node on the Divine Authority Tree in the Great Wilderness; it was clear now that he had been sensing the evil embryo of Solitary Mountain.

The most formidable component within this monstrosity was Lord Yellow Mountain.

He had been a deity at the absolute peak of the third grade.

After his fall years ago, it seemed the evil god had claimed his vast remains, using the former god as a "medium" to incubate and bring forth this evil embryo.

Perhaps this had been a scheme from the very beginning.

A plot specifically targeting Lord Yellow Mountain.

In his prime, Lord Yellow Mountain was an overwhelming force. Within the third-grade domain of Solitary Mountain, even an evil god would find him difficult to oppose.

Thus, the evil god orchestrated his corruption, leading to his eventual downfall at the hands of others.

Once he became tainted, Lord Yellow Mountain turned into a source of calamity and a hidden danger.

This forced the ancestors of the Taixu Sect to intervene and slay him.

Following an exhausting conflict, the ancestors of the Taixu Sect cut him down. Though his body was destroyed, a tiny fragment of his original, clear essence managed to flee.

Yet, the "corrupted" and fallen divine corpse of the Mountain God was left behind to serve as fuel for the evil embryo, transforming into a part of the creature.

In a way, everyone had been played for fools.

This was the theory Mo Hua formulated after witnessing the embryo's true form and engaging it in combat.

While the general framework seemed correct, the specific details of the past remained a mystery.

The absolute truth was likely known only to the original Lord Yellow Mountain, the Taixu Sect ancestors, or the mastermind behind the evil god—Mr. Tu.

Regardless of the history, Mo Hua could not afford to dwell on it now.

His immediate crisis was this failed, twisted evil embryo that was meant to remain dormant at the base of Solitary Mountain.

The strength of this creature was staggering.

Mo Hua pressed his lips together, a sense of frustration rising within him.

The enemy was faster, its strikes were heavier, and its telekinesis was superior. It wielded a sinister evil energy and black blood capable of rotting divine marrow. Encased in demon armor, it was seemingly immune to both steel and flame.

Every attempt to utilize the Godslaying Sword was thwarted by the creature's relentless aggression.

He was given no openings at all.

Throughout the entire fight, Mo Hua had failed to gain any real ground.

The solitary silver lining was that despite the embryo being at the peak of the third grade, the Godslaying Sword could still penetrate its armor and flesh to deal damage.

Whether he could actually kill it, however, was a different matter.

The core problem was the lack of opportunity.

The evil embryo simply would not give him the time required to fully unleash the Godslaying technique.

Its realm was so high that Mo Hua’s restrictive spells, like the Water Prison Technique or his Trapping Formations, were completely ineffective.

"Should I retreat first?"

Mo Hua weighed his options and decided that running might be the most logical path.

Judging by the situation, the embryo seemed tethered to the dragon coffin, likely unable to leave the hall.

"What if I fight for a bit, escape to recover, and then return for another round?"

While the embryo was powerful, Mo Hua was remarkably resilient.

By utilizing Divine Thought Taoism and his Divine Thought Sword Techniques, he could resist the creature for a time without being immediately defeated.

If he played it this way, he might be able to wear it down through attrition until a weakness appeared...

As Mo Hua’s mind whirled with strategies, the evil embryo suddenly vanished from his sight.

Panic flared in his chest, and he threw himself backward.

He was a fraction of a second too slow. A massive, foul-smelling claw tore through the air toward him.

Deep, bloody gashes were ripped across Mo Hua's back.

The impact sent him flying like a stone from a sling, slamming him hard into the temple wall.

A resonant boom echoed as cracks spider-webbed across the stone surface.

Gritting his teeth against the searing agony, Mo Hua couldn't help but snarl, "Lord Yellow Mountain, I’m putting this debt on your tab!"

The foundation of this creature's power was Lord Yellow Mountain himself.

If not for him, Mo Hua wouldn't be enduring this pain and these desperate trials.

Despite the cursing and the suffering, Mo Hua forced himself to stand, ignoring his wounds.

He was certain the next strike was coming instantly.

The evil embryo was not the type to grant its prey a moment of peace.

Mo Hua braced himself, gripping his golden sword and preparing for the next clash, but as the seconds ticked by, the hall remained eerily quiet. The evil embryo did not attack.