Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2272 Chapter 1050: Taoist Heart

Mo Hua has assumed the role of "leader," yet in these turbulent times, leading proves no simple feat.

In particular, the disciples from the Four Sects, Eight Gates, and Twelve Streams consist of elite prodigies from their Sects, possessing strong backgrounds, remarkable talent, and towering pride. Each nurtures their own ideas, and when brought together, reining in the turmoil within their hearts turns into a formidable challenge.

These individuals serve as "enemies" to the Taixu Gate, having suffered defeat at the Sword Discussion Conference against the Taixu Gate.

At the same time, grudges fester among them as well.

For instance, in the Asura Battle, the Sever Gold Sect ambushed the Lingxiao Sect, inflicting severe wounds on the Lingxiao Sect.

The Gui Water Sect ambushed the Purple Mist Sect, causing heavy losses.

During the chaotic melees, other sects also carried out various acts of slaughter.

Yet their primary "enemy" remains Mo Hua, this very "leader."

It can be stated that nearly all the Sect geniuses gathered here, particularly the foremost heavenly prodigies, have "died" at least once under Mo Hua's hand.

Some have even "died" multiple times.

Now, compelled by circumstances, they must submit to Mo Hua on the surface, though inwardly, they harbor deep reluctance.

They feign obedience while resisting in their hearts.

Meanwhile, the Evil Path Great Formation relentlessly stirs up their malevolent thoughts, hatred, and murderous urges.

However, with Mo Hua's rising authority, none dare to challenge him openly.

Still, conflicts erupt among themselves, marked by constant squabbles and sporadic small clashes.

The most prominent troublemaker is Ye Zhiyuan.

Ye Zhiyuan, once the top sword control genius of the Daluo Sect, boasts extraordinary gifts but extreme arrogance and a vile tongue, alienating everyone he encounters and ruining his relationships.

Now, with the Four Sects, Eight Gates, and Twelve Streams mixed together, his sharp mouth keeps running, deriding one Sect's feeble swordsmanship here or scorning another's weak foundation there, acting as though his Daluo Flying Sword Control reigns supreme worldwide.

The group, incensed by his barbs, loses their tempers and dives into endless arguments.

Even several Taixu Gate disciples get drawn in.

But Ye Zhiyuan's toxic words and thick skin leave no one able to outwit him verbally.

Mo Hua turned to Ye Zhiyuan and remarked:

"Ye Zhiyuan, does your father know that your sword control doesn't go far? Is that why he named you that, hoping you'll fly your sword further?"

This retort left Ye Zhiyuan utterly speechless right away.

The formerly haughty Ye Zhiyuan stood muted, as though choking on a fly, incapable of responding.

Though Ye Zhiyuan quieted down, the assembly remained agitated. With hundreds present, each driven by personal agendas, clashes were bound to happen.

Mo Hua stated coldly: "Don't say I didn't warn you—we're inside the Evil Path Great Formation."

"You should all stay silent, purify your minds and focus, cease idle chatter, and avoid accusing or harboring grudges against one another or dredging up past grievances."

"Disaster stems from the mouth."

"Reckless speech amplifies the evil inside you and plants hatred in others' hearts."

"These represent evil notions, karmic flames, and baleful repercussions."

"Over time, discord will swell in your hearts, hatred will fester, killing intent will surge, your minds will destabilize, and you'll descend into bloodthirsty frenzy and insanity, gradually succumbing within the Evil Path Great Formation, step by step, to becoming evil demons…"

"Never dismiss the power of words as minor. They often spark catastrophe…"

The Evil Path Great Formation employs words as its spark.

Planting Devil in Taoist Heart likewise sows words as its seeds.

Yet these deceptively simple yet cunning methods remain unknown to these proud heavenly disciples.

Mo Hua spoke with utmost severity.

The prodigies from the Four Sects, Eight Gates, and Twelve Streams felt a chill grip their hearts upon hearing this, grasping the dire peril.

"One more matter…" Mo Hua cautioned, "Don't readily direct killing intent at me."

"No matter how faint your killing intent, I will detect it."

"Harboring killing intent matters little in itself, but I advise you earnestly: never attempt to act on it against me, lest you be the ones to perish."

Mo Hua swept a calm gaze across the group.

Numerous individuals bowed their heads, avoiding Mo Hua's eyes.

Mo Hua gave a faint nod, "And one final point…"

"Don't assume I'm some 'noble soul' driven by sentiment to guide you out of here."

"Obey and cooperate, and we'll all survive to escape."

"Defy me, and your fate is your own affair."

"Furthermore, should disobedience lead anyone to fall prey to evil spirits and 'demonize,' don't fault my ruthlessness…"

"Do you truly wish to devolve into evil demons?"

The prodigies paled in terror.

The term "evil demon" especially filled them with horror.

Not long prior, they had beheld with their own eyes their former comrades abruptly sporting blood-red eyes, contorted features, feral snarls, turning berserk and cannibalistic, ripping into human flesh like wild beasts right before them…

This sight utterly demolished their worldview.

Earlier, amid the killing frenzy with minds clouded by evil, they hadn't pondered deeply. But now, in calmer reflection, a bone-deep fear seized them, cold sweat drenching their spines.

"Possession" is no trifling matter.

Once transformed into an evil demon, their futures shatter irreparably.

They would plummet from righteous Qianxue prodigies with boundless promise to irredeemable wretches, brother-slayers and flesh-devourers, shunned by Sects, families, and kin, branded as loathsome demon path vermin.

And such a fall lies just one misstep away.

At this realization, cold sweat beaded on everyone.

A puzzled voice inquired:

"Why did we go from fine to suddenly… possessed? Is it due to… the Evil Path Great Formation?"