Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2065 Chapter 984: Great Demon Hall (3)

Failure to cross that threshold would mean a lifespan limited to only a few centuries.

Furthermore, because the heavens are fickle, humanity is always subject to sudden shifts in fortune or calamity.

If Mo Hua were to meet with an unforeseen accident, fall in battle, or find his cultivation stalled until his years were spent, it would be a truly tragic waste.

Even if his journey through cultivation remains stable, should their karmic ties to the Dao be thin, it might take decades or even centuries before they cross paths again.

With time flowing like a river, what would become of Mo Hua by then?

Would he stay true to his path, or would the weight of time alter his character, perhaps even leading him into Qi deviation where he might lose himself to demonic thoughts? It was all a mystery.

Existence is defined by endless change.

To find a cultivator who can maintain a steadfast Taoist Heart from beginning to end is a rare and monumental task.

This realization left Elder Zheng feeling troubled, until he heard Mo Hua speak:

"Elder Zheng, the mountains are high and the road is long. Please, take care of yourself."

Mo Hua spoke with a clear voice and bright eyes, his expression radiating a sense of firm resolve and vibrant spirit.

Stirred by the boy's gaze and an inexplicable aura of grace, Elder Zheng’s heart gradually found peace.

A tranquil smile formed as his racing thoughts settled into a single, heartfelt wish:

"Take care indeed..."

Mo Hua offered a respectful bow before reluctantly turning to leave.

Elder Zheng remained at the threshold, his eyes following Mo Hua as he disappeared into the distance.

The sky had darkened as night began its descent.

The Elder stood there for a long time.

He kept his eyes fixed on Mo Hua, as if the boy was the solitary, flickering light in a world slowly being swallowed by the shadows of a long night.

...

After parting ways with Elder Zheng, Mo Hua returned to the Taixu Gate. He sat in silence at his desk within the Disciple's Residence, watching the dancing candle flame.

The words of Elder Zheng continued to vibrate in his mind.

"What we call 'demons' are not born of flesh or egg; they are transformed..."

"The line between the righteous and the demonic is stark, yet they share a common origin."

"The Great Demon Hall..."

Mo Hua felt a faint inkling of a massive worldly conspiracy and the "Dao" that governed the fate of all living things.

A heavy sense of urgency began to swell within him.

He understood that the situation might be far more grim than he had initially suspected.

Furthermore, a more chilling theory began to take root in his mind.

"The Dao of Heaven takes from the excess to fill the void; the Dao of Man takes from the void to serve the excess."

One can only achieve immortality by aligning with the Heavenly Dao.

If that were true, then countless cultivators in this vast world were merely pretending to seek the Dao, while in truth, they were walking a path diametrically opposed to it.

The path they sought was not the Heavenly Dao at all.

The immortality they pursued was a hollow imitation.

A cold shiver ran down Mo Hua’s spine.

Under such circumstances, if he truly intended to prove the Heavenly Dao and achieve genuine immortality, he would inevitably find himself at odds with the most powerful and dominant entities in the cultivation world.

The sheer scale of the hardships, barriers, and mortal dangers he would face was enough to make him feel suffocated.

And that might only be the beginning...

These were merely the structures he could perceive.

Were there even more terrifying, ancient existences lurking in the shadows, weaving even grander schemes around the concept of "attaining immortality"?

Mo Hua felt a wave of apprehension and spent a long time in silent contemplation.

"It is far too difficult..."

He sighed, yet his eyes slowly regained their sharpness.

The difficulty proved it was the right path.

If reaching immortality were easy, the world would have been filled with ascended beings long ago.

Its worth lay in its challenge.

Because it was hard, it allowed one to prove their true worth.

If he simply chose the easy road and followed the crowd, would he not be wasting the unique talents of his Divine Way? Would he not be betraying his mentor, his parents, and every Elder who had guided him?

In the depth of the night, the candlelight reflected in Mo Hua’s eyes, making them shine like brilliant stars.

"I have to become incredibly powerful..."

...

The following day, Mo Hua went back to his routine, focusing on the Reversed Spirit Formation.

During his breaks, he carefully reviewed the Divine Way insights he had gathered from Lord Yellow Mountain, using them to map out the evolution of his Divine Thought.

In the immediate future, his physical body and Spiritual Power would not see massive leaps.

While his Array formations could improve, there was no need to force the pace.

Therefore, the most vital area for growth was his Divine Thought, the core foundation for mastering formations and the Dao of Divine Sense.

Though his Divine Thought was already potent, it was still insufficient.

He remained deeply unsatisfied with his performance against the Evil Embryo.

To the outside world, the Evil Embryo was destroyed and he was the victor.

But Mo Hua knew the truth: it wasn't a clean victory.

He had simply exploited a weakness, using the Godslaying Sword to divide the Evil Embryo from the divine remains of the Mountain Lord, triggering an internal collapse.

In the end, it was Lord Yellow Mountain who used his Divine Skills to take the Evil Embryo down with him, allowing Mo Hua to wake from the nightmare.

He had also relied on the assistance of the ghosts and spirits from Solitary Mountain.

Essentially, that battle was won through "connections" and "reputation."

It is said that those who follow the Dao find much help, while those who stray find none.

The fact that others helped him suggested his path was righteous.

However, Mo Hua felt this was a weakness.

Lasting success shouldn't depend on the charity of others; he hated the idea of his life and death being held in someone else's hands.

His Divine Thought had to become stronger!

Following Lord Yellow Mountain's advice, the path to power lay in the Divine Way—surpassing "human" constraints so his Divine Thought could achieve a deity-grade "form transformation," becoming as solid as armor.

Simultaneously, he would continue to assimilate the Dragon Soul, attempting to infuse his Divine Thought with its essence.

If successful, he might manifest dragon claws or scales, eventually donning a full set of dragon armor.

The potency of his Divine Thought would reach unprecedented levels.

By merging these paths with his work on formations, Divine Thought Taoism, and the complexities of the Heaven Yan Jue, his Divine Sense would grow without limit.

One day, he might even be strong enough to rip apart Evil Gods with his own hands.

That goal, however, was still far off.

And even that wasn't enough.

No matter how powerful his Divine Sense became, it was mostly limited to combat within the Divine Thought Void Realm.

The physical world required its own form of lethal power.

Mo Hua already had a plan in mind.

He had spent a long time practicing a specific technique, but he had failed because his Divine Sense hadn't reached the Twenty Patterns threshold—the "God-slaying" Out-of-body Technique.

Now that his Divine Sense had condensed into a Core, he was finally ready to attempt it again.

By condensing the Tai Xu God-Slaying Sword through his Divine Thought and projecting it through his ocular aperture, he could bridge the gap between the ethereal and the physical.

With a Sword of Divine Thought born in his Sea of Consciousness, he would cut down physical enemies in the real world.