Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2033 Chapter 974: Aberrant Phenomena
Previously on Immortality Through Array Formations...
Strange black water began to ooze from the frozen flesh, repairing his torn throat and ruined heart veins.
Pulled by what looked like gray threads, Shen Shouxing's limbs jerked erratically as his muscles writhed and eventually fused back together.
Moving with a distorted posture, Shen Shouxing stood up slowly.
His pupils shifted into a void of deep black.
A faint, wicked grin appeared on his face.
His voice was raspy and fractured, sounding as though the speech of countless men, women, young, and old had been mashed together to echo through the silent Divine Temple.
"A pack of old fools, such tight security..."
"But at last... I have entered..."
"If no piece can be played in the chess game of Qian State... then we shall simply... begin a new match..."
The black blood covering Shen Shouxing saturated his clothes, making it appear as if he were draped in a corpse's Taoist Robe.
He limped toward Shen Tuao, dipped his fingers into the black ichor, and started sketching Formation Patterns.
For a fleeting second, thousands of shadows flickered across that deathly Taoist Robe.
Under the guidance of Shen Shouxing’s hand, the black blood seemed to take on a life of its own, crawling across Shen Tuao’s raw flesh to form one malevolent Pattern after another.
These individual Patterns eventually combined to form the shape of a dragon.
It was a Black Dragon, similar in form to the Azure Dragon of the Great Wilderness, yet it radiated an inexplicably cryptic and twisted aura.
Those distorted, overlapping voices spoke again:
"You are the Prince of the Great Wilderness; death will not claim you..."
"You shall return to the Great Wilderness to fulfill your destiny, ruling every clan with absolute power and crushing all demons with the authority of a True Dragon..."
"You will be the one to spread the fires of war until they consume the entire Great Wilderness."
"You will reduce the Taoist Soldiers of the Taoist Court to White Bone and grind their lackeys into the dirt..."
"The whole of the Great Wilderness shall be turned into a living purgatory by your hand..."
"With a throne carved from White Bone and a royal city constructed of flesh, you shall be crowned king amidst a massacre without end..."
"This is your fate."
...
These proclamations sank into the Patterns, completing the Dragon Diagram and becoming part of Shen Tuao’s very being.
Shen Tuao’s eyes snapped open, a Black Dragon flickering within their depths.
With a flick of Shen Shouxing’s finger, the Patterns acted like Gu Worms, gnawing at the empty air until they bit open a rift.
This crack in space carried a trace of what seemed to be Void Power.
Mixed into this energy were certain Gui Tao Laws which, hidden under thick shadows, bypassed the Heavenly Dao Laws. This allowed it to avoid the heavenly punishment usually triggered by the Third-Grade State Boundary.
This was the "Deceiving Heaven" Skill.
Yet, there was no one present to witness this terrifying display.
As Shen Tuao rose, the power of the Black Dragon flooded his system, causing a surge of bizarre Evil Qi.
With a vacant, pitch-black stare, he walked to the Dragon Coffin and retrieved the body of the Fourth Prince. Step by step, he walked into the strange fissure Shen Shouxing had torn open.
His figure vanished entirely, his destination unknown.
However, a spark of black flame ignited quietly; soon, it would turn all living things into scorched earth...
...
After seeing off Shen Tuao, Shen Shouxing approached the "corpse" of Young Master Xuan, his ink-black eyes filled with cold malice.
"Another Mystery Demon Foetus, they truly never learn..."
Shen Shouxing let a single drop of black blood fall onto Young Master Xuan’s brow.
Young Master Xuan’s eyes slowly opened, turning black as well.
"Go back to the Mystic Demon Sect, seek out Xuan Sanren, and master... his original text on Planting Devil in Taoist Heart..."
Shen Shouxing’s voice remained a hoarse mixture of Yin and Yang.
"Go back to the sect, find Uncle Master, and study... the original manuscript on Planting Devil in Taoist Heart..."
Young Master Xuan’s voice was hollow. He repeated the command once before standing up like a mindless puppet and stepping into the rift powered by the "Deceiving Heaven" skill.
Then, the fissure slowly sealed itself.
The grand scheme was set.
The black blood on Shen Shouxing began to churn and then spontaneously combusted into an eerie, nameless black fire. With him as the center, it began to incinerate the Divine Temple, wiping away every trace of cause and effect.
He and the temple vanished together.
With the death of Shen Shouxing, everything that followed was swallowed by the ominous black flames and erased.
Because of this, no one would ever be able to calculate the cause and effect of what happened here.
No one would ever know what took place within this Divine Temple.
As Shen Shouxing committed "self-immolation," his body withered in the heat, his form fading into nothingness as the memories of his life returned to the Void.
Images of the people he had known passed by like a rotating lantern: his parents, his son, the Shen Family, the Sword Cultivators of the Taixu Gate, the Tomb Robbers, and Mr. Tu...
"Shen Shouxing" watched these visions with complete apathy.
Just then, the face of an innocent youth flickered past, accompanied by a name:
"Mo Hua."
Shen Shouxing’s dark eyes shuddered.
Mo Hua?
Mo Hua?!
Mo Hua??!!
That boy's name... is Mo Hua?!!
Was he actually called Mo Hua?!
The same name as the one who had consumed a fragment of his Demon Thought, caused his Taoist Demon to turn traitor, and was shielded by his junior’s Heavenly secret veils...
"Shen Shouxing" tried to reach back and trace the connection.
But he had already destroyed all cause and effect.
He had used his own Gui Tao fire to burn it all away; even if he felt regret, it was far too late.
Shen Shouxing remained in a state of disbelief.
Everything had gone according to his plan, calculated to perfection, yet he had made one single oversight that allowed the greatest thread of cause and effect to slip through his fingers.
"My perfect calculations... actually missed a piece..."