Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2265 Chapter 1047: Heavenly Escape "Slaughter" (Part 3)

Should I hesitate any more, the fate awaiting my junior brothers becomes truly unpredictable.

Mo Hua pondered in silence:

"Heavenly Mechanism Causality truly is marvelous. If opportunity arises, I must seek out some Karma Path inheritance to study thoroughly...

"Be it for preserving lives or claiming them, it would prove immensely useful..."

That comes later, though.

For now, having saved all his fellow sect members, Mo Hua confronted a new dilemma:

What to do next?

Mo Hua thought quietly.

From everything observed and heard on the journey, clarity had dawned on him.

The entire scenario ahead was orchestrated with precision by Mr. Tu—or more accurately, the Evil God. This encompassed even the prior Asura battle.

Through the Asura battle, disciples of the Four Sects and Eight Gates across the Twelve Streams were made to slaughter one another, igniting deep-seated killing intent and enmity.

Next, the Evil Path Great Formation was triggered, forcing these disciples into genuine carnage inside the sealed Evil Formation.

Killing intent, hatred, agony, remorse, despair—all would ferment within the Large Formation.

Ultimately, survivors with peers' and brothers' blood on their hands, hearts overwhelmed by supreme torment and regret, Taoist Heart utterly broken, combined with exceptional Spiritual Root talent, would serve as prime "containers" for Evil Thoughts.

Though no Evil God himself, Mo Hua grasped the intricacies through experience, instantly conceiving over a dozen methods to exploit these "demonized" Heavenly Prides as vessels, forging them into tools for the Evil Path.

Be they minions, Divine Servants, sacrifices, nightmares, Demon Monsters, or Demon embryos... they made superior "materials."

This demonized blood appears gruesome in hue, with slaughter as its core theme.

All rules stem from the Evil God.

Mo Hua might not embody the Evil God, yet he understood its essence deeply.

Even escaping the Four Sects and Eight Gates' chase alongside his junior brothers, or miraculously slaying all others to endure, they could never claim true "victory."

Under the Evil God's rules, triumph proves impossible.

With circumstances thus...

"I must establish my own rules, follow my 'regulations.'"

Mo Hua propped his chin, eyes gleaming.

The earth-level Asura battle demanded elimination. Wipe out the rest, securing Taixu Gate first place.

Yet in this "heaven-level" grand escape, the approach reversed—he must rescue.

Killing offered no solution; more deaths amplified slaughter, deepened Evil Qi, empowered the Large Formation, ensnaring them further in the Evil God's scheme, rendering survival hopeless.

Hence, defy convention, prioritize saving.

Rescue disciples from the Four Sects and Eight Gates of Twelve Streams, even those few from Qian Learning Hundred Gates—save all possible.

Unite every ally possible, board the same vessel.

Only thus could the overwhelming majority endure.

Yet saving required selectivity, not blind efforts.

Hundreds of Heavenly Prides from Great Sects abounded; piecemeal rescue exceeded limited means.

Moreover, even saved, they might defy orders, and crowds bred disorder.

"Seize the 'thief' by capturing the king first. Nab key Heavenly Prides, leverage them to command the field..."

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, a strategy crystallizing.

"Rest another 30 minutes, then we move." Mo Hua directed once more. All froze; Situ Jian queried: "Junior Brother, where to?"

"To save people."

"Save people?"

"Yes!" Mo Hua affirmed, withholding details, merely ordering: "Soon, I'll inscribe formation marks; apply them to your foreheads to shield your Sea of Consciousness. Never remove them."

All nodded gravely in assent.

Thereafter, Mo Hua employed remaining formation media and Spiritual Ink from the Sword Discussion Conference to craft basic Divine Tao Formations, affixing them to foreheads for protection against Evil Spirits' interference on their Sea of Consciousness.

In the interim, Ouyang Xuan and companions began stirring awake.

Their Divine Sense bore damage, faces ashen, yet with the ailment's source eradicated, no further peril loomed.

Mo Hua sighed in full relief.

After 30 minutes, Mo Hua rallied the group, then ventured forth anew.

Heavenly Prides from other sects scarcely knew Mo Hua, but Sword Discussions had woven Karma bonds, enabling aura deduction.

Yet the potency of this causal aura astonished Mo Hua.

Why so?

Mo Hua wondered.

Did these Heavenly Pride disciples harbor such deep memories of him?

Was he truly so memorable?

Still, urgency pressed; no time for probing, he pursued the causal trail onward.

Swiftly, the first target emerged.

This figure ranked as Mo Hua's "old acquaintance"—Song Jian, his "agent" embedded in Sever Gold Sect.

Song Jian traveled not solo; fifteen Sever Gold Sect disciples encircled him.

As Sever Gold Sect's premier talent, peers naturally trailed him, heeding his command.

Now ensnared in the Evil Path Great Formation, perils omnipresent, they clearly "huddled for warmth," hunting an exit.

But the Evil Path Great Formation bristled with lethal snares at every turn—no simple escape.

Song Jian's brows knit tightly, expression somber, fraught with anxiety. Just then, Mo Hua appeared in view.

Song Jian startled first, then inwardly rejoiced, though outwardly he feigned rage. Sword drawn, he aimed at Mo Hua, teeth clenched in wrath:

"Mo Hua—enemies on a narrow path, at last we meet; today spells your doom!"

Words done, he lunged, unleashing Sever Gold Sword Qi unreservedly at Mo Hua.

Cheng Mo surged ahead, axes whirling to parry Song Jian's Sever Gold Sword.

Linghu Xiao flicked fingers, gathering Chongxu Sword Qi to repel Song Jian.

Song Jian staggered back amid his group.

Mo Hua scoffed, "Sever Gold Sword Jue amounts to little."

Song Jian seethed yet eyed Linghu Xiao and Mo Hua's five Tai'a brothers warily, holding back, instead urging his disciples:

"Taixu Gate proves too strong; no direct clash—retreat."

He pivoted to flee, but Mo Hua halted him: "Song Jian."

Song Jian turned.

Mo Hua stated calmly: "This Evil Path Great Formation brims with perils everywhere; solo flight yields no path. Why not ally with Taixu Gate for mutual survival?"

Song Jian sneered, "Delusions. Sever Gold Sect rivals Taixu Gate; alliance is impossible."

Mo Hua's gaze pierced, "You disregard your life and these fifteen fellows behind?"

"Absent my lead, the Evil Formation seals your doom."

"You're Sever Gold Sect's elite Heavenly Prides this generation—if lost..." Mo Hua chuckled, "Sever Gold Sect suffers grievous loss." Song Jian paled, inwardly torn. Soon, gravely: "Do you truly grasp our escape?" Mo Hua proclaimed, "Recall, I'm Qianxue Array Dao Leader." Song Jian's gaze grew solemn, inner turmoil raged like heavenly strife,

and at last, teeth gritted:

"Agreed!" With that, Song Jian wheeled back, solemnly telling fellow Sever Gold Sect disciples:

"Sever Gold Sect's grudge with Taixu Gate—teaming with Mo Hua is my sole call. It binds none of you. Should elders question, pin it on me."

Song Jian's resolve shone firm.

Sever Gold Sect disciples stirred with fervor, morale soaring, bowing deeply:

"You bear humiliation for duty, shielding our lives."

"We stand by you in fortune and woe, sharing triumph and trial, charging through fire and calamity unyielding!"

Song Jian appeared consoled, then eyed Mo Hua with mingled sorrow and ire, "Lead on!" Mo Hua nodded, lips curving faintly in smile.