Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2274 Chapter 1050: Taoist Heart (3)

This Evil Path Great Formation had been set up secretly inside the Qianxue State Boundary, hidden right beneath the gaze of the Great Families and Great Sects. When triggered, its overwhelming Blood Qi would surely spark a fierce purge from every force across Qianxue, the Taoist Court included.

Mr. Tu might manage it somehow, but he'd definitely be pushed to his limits.

Mo Hua could tell without much thought that the aim of this Evil Path Great Formation connected straight to bringing back the Master of the Great Wilderness.

Reviving the Master of the Great Wilderness demanded a vast dark god ritual.

Serving as the "chief array master" for the Evil Path Great Formation and the "chief ritualist" in the dark god ceremony, Mr. Tu had to be swamped, with no assurance he could watch over it all.

The spot where I'm standing isn't the full scope of the Evil Path Great Formation.

An Evil Path Great Formation couldn't be so confined. What surrounded them now—the barren woods and Blood Swamp—formed merely a segment of a sealed sub-formation within the massive Evil Path Great Formation. Plus, this zone was genuinely "isolated"; if not, Mo Hua's various moves would have drawn notice long ago.

The evil god's underlings ought to have swarmed in by now...

This "isolation" probably stemmed from the dark god ritual itself.

The evil god's "banquet" wouldn't tolerate any onlookers.

Yet the total seal made certain formation patterns and array setups vague, tough to spot, and challenging to breach right away. Their group also struggled to escape easily.

"This poses some real difficulty..."

Mo Hua steadied his thoughts and, drawing on his deep formation expertise, started analyzing bit by bit:

"The corruption serves only as a cover; the core formation logic stays unchanged..."

"The Great Formation's inner arrays can't be fully cut off—links between them must exist..."

"If this compound formation belongs to the larger Great Formation, an array pivot must link it to the main pivot..."

"That array pivot requires matching formation media."

"The formation media for the Evil Path Great Formation ought to be..." Mo Hua's heart jolted, "White Bone Stele?"

The White Bone Steles he and Elder Xun Zixian had spotted at Yanluo Mountain?

Mo Hua's gaze brightened.

He dropped into a cross-legged seat on the ground, extended his divine sense, and carefully computed, tracing the evil power's flow, probing the array nodes, and mapping the evil power's circulation path. Moments later, he rose, strode to a dead tree at the forest's edge, jabbed at a blood-tainted withered trunk, and told the others:

"Chop down this tree, yank out the roots, dig three feet deep, and uncover a bone stele..."

Though puzzled, the group followed Mo Hua's orders without question. They skipped asking for details, knowing explanations might still baffle them.

The young geniuses teamed up, toppling the massive tree swiftly, incinerating the roots, then excavating three feet to reveal the buried White Bone Stele.

The earth veins glowed crimson.

Sunk in the bloody hue and cloaked by the earth veins' evil power, the White Bone Stele evaded detection by most. Mo Hua scrutinized the squirming blood-red patterns on it closely; soon his pulse raced as he realized these evil designs sprang from the Four Symbols Monster Pattern, with some even twisting the Four Symbols "Dragon Pattern".

Mr. Tu's signature work, without doubt.

Through his long study of Dragon Map regression, the Four Symbols Monster Pattern, and Four Symbols Dragon Pattern, these had become "old acquaintances" to Mo Hua, easing their breakdown and tracking immensely.

Though he couldn't inscribe the Evil Formation himself, pinpointing the formation pivot via pattern links proved simple enough.

Mo Hua pressed on, continually calculating to expose every White Bone Stele anchoring the formation pivots in his path.

After unearthing more than a dozen bone steles, Mo Hua grasped the pivot flow and reached the "source" of these steles—the junction to the Evil Path formation pivot.

A simple, nondescript cavern.

Mo Hua swept it with divine sense, deemed it secure, and stepped inside.

The cave proved tight, lined with rock walls.

After a brief probe, Mo Hua located the correct wall, sketched large "X"s on it with a brush, then faced Ao Zheng and the body cultivators:

"Break it open for me, but stay silent."

Reluctant yet obedient, Ao Zheng carried out the task.

As Longding Sect's second-top prodigy after Ao Zhan, master of the Dragon Cauldron Body Refining Skill, Ao Zheng brimmed with raw might; solid stone walls turned to "soft tofu" under his assault.

Ao Zheng and companions thus shattered the stone wall.

As rocks collapsed in a rumble, a blaze of scarlet erupted, and a terrifying blood-red maw—a colossal evil spirit's jaws—lunged ferociously at them.

Ao Zheng perceived nothing but sensed a bone-chilling dread, frozen on retreat.

Right then, the ready Mo Hua tapped his forehead; keen light gleamed in his eyes as his divine sense morphed into a blade,

slicing clean through.

Golden radiance flashed; the evil spirit vanished in an instant.

The crimson faded, the chill dissipated; Ao Zheng turned slowly toward Mo Hua. Though clueless on the details, awe filled his shocked eyes.

"I'll check inside," Mo Hua declared.

Ao Zheng and rest stayed mute.

But Linghu Xiao and Situ fretted, "Junior Brother, we'll accompany you."

Mo Hua refused with a headshake, "No need to worry—it's safer solo. Guard here, don't budge."

With orders issued, Mo Hua's figure blurred and vanished before their eyes.

The group wore solemn faces, tension mounting.

Inside, Mo Hua navigated the passage behind the walls, facing hordes of grotesque, savage evil spirits.

Any other cultivator would have their Sea of Consciousness devoured the instant they entered.

Here, fortunes flipped.

Mo Hua masked his presence on purpose, posing as a weak, innocent-looking boy cultivator brimming with pure, enticing divine sense.

Myriad evil spirits, crazed with hunger, swarmed his open Sea of Consciousness.

Yet Mo Hua's golden soul inside snatched them all, purging and converting them into refined divine sense to bolster his own.

Thus, baiting with himself for "fishing patrol," Mo Hua sneaked toward the passage's depths.

After an indeterminable trek, Mo Hua arrived at the end.

A sealing array barred the tunnel's terminus.

Guiding ink with undetected divine sense, Mo Hua silently dismantled the array, then peered forward to a Formation Core Hall at the passage's close. The vast chamber loomed eerie and blood-soaked, packed with Evil Path Formation Masters clutching Human Bone Pens, dipping into Human Blood Ink to etch crimson, grotesque formations onto human skin used as canvas.