Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2261 - 1046: Blood Sacrifice of the Desolate Heavens (2)

A sneering ancestor declared, "A prestigious fifth-grade aristocratic family, along with a mighty Feather Transformation Realm elder, stooping to risk utter ruin and shame just to kidnap this child—it proves this boy is pivotal and must never fall into the clutches of those vile demons..."

"Furthermore, the hundreds of heavenly pride disciples from our Qianxue state boundary hold the utmost importance."

"These prodigies hail from the Four Great Sects, Eight Great Gates, Twelve Streams, and even some elite disciples of the Qianxue Hundred Gates—they cannot be allowed to perish; losing them would shatter our sects' decades of hard work in an instant..."

Though the Qianxue Conference occurs every three years, brimming with genius disciples each time,

this edition stands apart from previous ones. The young geniuses from every sect boast superior spiritual roots, talents, and comprehension abilities.

It marks the most talented gathering yet.

Indeed, it echoes the ancient proverb: during eras of fierce competition, heroes arise in droves.

Should these prodigies mature into powerhouses, they will undoubtedly become their sects' future pillars.

Some might even elevate their sects to unprecedented heights.

If all these disciples met their end, it would carve out the very hearts of each sect's ancestors.

"No matter the price, shatter the Demon Path Great Formation!"

"Likewise, spare no effort to save the heavenly pride disciples from the Four Sects, Eight Gates, and Twelve Streams!"

This ironclad command came straight from the sects' ancestors, relayed to the mightiest powers in the Qianxue state boundary.

Nearly every elder from the sects mobilized en masse.

Inner sect disciples also hurried toward the third-grade Yanluo Mountain.

This clash embodied the ultimate showdown between righteousness and demonic forces.

It represented the grandest, most expansive, gravest, and most ferocious surge of 'Demon Path' malevolence in the Qianxue state boundary over the past millennium.

Besides the wicked demon cultivators, they confronted a colossal evil path great formation.

Even a mere second-grade Demon Path Great Formation in a third-grade state boundary would prove immensely formidable and ruthless.

Let alone the one looming before them, radiating a third-grade aura.

A third-grade state boundary harboring a third-grade Demon Path Great Formation posed a near-impossible challenge. Breaching it, if possible at all, would leave the land drenched in blood, strewn with corpses, and piled high with casualties...

All the Heaven Void Ancestors wore grave expressions.

Elder Master Xun lifted his gaze to the far-off heavens, where the malevolent formation's aura coalesced, faint blood glow flickering, and sinister thoughts swirled amid the crimson haze—his brows knitted deeper.

The Demon Path Great Formation was inherently a nightmare to confront.

Yet Elder Master Xun understood this demonic calamity hid far greater horrors.

Deep within this Demon Path Great Formation lurked even more dreadful origins, spawning nightmarish entities...

His deepest concern right now fixed on Mo Hua, trapped at the epicenter of these wicked thoughts.

"Please... just stay alive..."

Elder Master Xun sighed inwardly in silence.

Meanwhile, Gu Changhuai, dispatched by the Taoist Court to aid in purging demons at Yanluo Mountain, joined Zhen Lan, Murong Caiyun, Hua Qianqian, and a band of sect disciples plus cultivators tied closely to Mo Hua—they all fretted silently in their hearts, silently urging Mo Hua to safety.

"Mo Hua, nothing must happen to you..."

…

"Mo Hua!"

"Mo Hua..."

"Junior Brother..."

"Junior Brother, wake up..."

Amid utter blackness,

Mo Hua sensed waves of concern from others and caught echoes of his name being called.

In his foggy daze, the voices wavered between far and near; his awareness sharpened bit by bit, then with effort, he pried open his eyes to find a cluster of worried faces summoning him.

Situ, Cheng Mo, Xiaoxiao, Hao Xuan... over a dozen, all his junior brothers.

"Junior Brother's awake!"

As Mo Hua's eyes fluttered open, Situ Jian and Linghu Xiao brimmed with joy and relief.

Mo Hua rubbed his eyes, memories flooding back at last.

He'd been whisked to Xuantian Peak, which then vanished elsewhere, collapsed, burying him in rubble as it plummeted earthward.

With no aerial footing amid the debris storm from Xuantian Peak's ruin, his frail form couldn't deploy movement arts effectively.

Thankfully, the five burly Tai’a brothers, plus Cheng Mo and other sturdy disciples, took shifts as his "cushions," sparing him grave wounds—though the impact knocked him out briefly.

Mo Hua massaged his head, regaining his strength, and scanned his surroundings.

A grim, blood-hued vista stretched everywhere. Twisted paths snaked through, poisonous fogs shrouded the skies, swamps reeked of rot and decay.

Danger lurked in every perilously eerie corner, stirring a vague recognition.

"This... is Yanluo Mountain?"

Mo Hua's brow creased slightly.

During the Demon Sect encirclement, he'd pored over Yanluo Mountain's maps, and he'd even explored it firsthand, so this terrain felt familiar.

Yanluo Mountain had always been a chaotic deathtrap, ideal for the Demon Sect's lair.

But now, it pulsed with far bloodier, more ominous malice than ever.

A sinister, vast, imposing formation aura permeated every inch.

"A Great Formation?!"

"This dense evil energy... could it be an Evil Path Great Formation?"

Shock etched across Mo Hua's face.

Had he landed inside an Evil Path Great Formation?

A blend of dread, terror, and faint excitement gripped Mo Hua.

Suddenly, he recalled those White Bone Formation Steles he'd uncovered in Yanluo Mountain before.

The White Bone Stele bore horrific, blood-soaked runes, drawing airborne blood qi from all sides to feed the crimson patterns.

Sated on gore, the blood patterns twitched alive, wriggling faintly amid chilling spectral wails.