Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2280 Chapter 1052: Demon Valley (Part 3)

In times past, it wouldn't have been a problem, yet now Mo Hua acts as the "leader," with these paragons trailing behind him. He absolutely cannot guide the entire group to their demise.

"Never mind, it's wiser to hold back at times. Striking against the Golden Core Evil Formation Masters right now would be quite unwise, so let's let them slide for

now..."

Mo Hua reflected inwardly.

Researching the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation could wait as well.

The urgent matter now was escaping the Yanluo Mountain evil formation without delay.

He and his companions had slain over eighty Evil Formation Masters. Should this become known, it would undoubtedly provoke vengeance from the Evil God and demon cultivators.

Regardless of how discreetly they handled it, the secret could only stay concealed

for a short while, not indefinitely.

Furthermore, the evil qi thickening in the atmosphere grew ever more oppressive.

Should they linger too long without escaping, countless complications would only

worsen dramatically.

"Locate an exit and evacuate everyone first..."

Mo Hua contemplated intently, then promptly instructed the group, "Gather your belongings and come with me."

Entering the formation from outside proved exceedingly difficult, whereas leaving from within was comparatively simpler.

This was particularly true since Mo Hua had eliminated numerous Evil Formation Masters and scrutinized the formation method maps they abandoned, grasping the Yanluo Mountain grand formation's layout with great clarity.

Such understanding remained superficial in structure alone, nowhere near sufficient for "perceiving," "manipulating," or "rebuilding" the grand formation, much less aligning with Mo Hua's personal benchmarks.

Yet for simply charting a route, it sufficed abundantly.

Constructing a dwelling versus merely ushering people out of it represented vastly differing levels of challenge, after all.

Provided he safely extracted these hundreds of Qianxue paragons and his junior brothers from Yanluo Mountain, the mission would be fulfilled.

Having formulated his strategy, Mo Hua took point at the forefront.

The paragons trailed after Mo Hua in hushed, orderly silence.

The assembly slowly departed the Formation Core Hall, traversing concealed passages en route to Yanluo Mountain's egress.

The path twisted erratically—ascending at times, descending others, snaking through rugged terrain, scaling sheer cliffs one instant, traversing narrow beams the next, squeezing along dim tunnels...

Mo Hua progressed with the ease of strolling his own home grounds, every movement assured, inspiring awe among the others at his mastery of evil path formations, as though he had crafted them personally.

Thus, their journey proceeded with astonishing smoothness.

Mo Hua deftly evaded nearly every patrolling demon cultivator and vigilant formation.

When unavoidable demon cultivators appeared, Mo Hua subdued them, enabling the paragons to dispatch and erase all evidence flawlessly.

As they advanced, Yanluo Mountain's exit loomed ahead.

A solitary hindrance remained: an elongated stone bridge spanning a shadowy, abyssal chasm below.

Mo Hua halted abruptly, his expression turning grave by degrees.

"Junior Brother, what's the matter?" Situ Jian inquired.

Mo Hua shook his head with a sigh, "We cannot exit just yet."

Situ Jian's brow furrowed, mirroring the bewilderment of the rest.

Mo Hua gestured toward the valley beneath, "Peer down there carefully—hold your breath, suppress your aura completely."

Obeying Mo Hua's directive, all suppressed their breathing, concealed their presence, and peered downward warily.

The view drained every face of color, leaving them ashen as sheets. The chasm plunged into fathomless blackness, yet upon closer inspection, blood-drenched earth veins snaked along the depths.

Nestled amid those earth veins writhed clusters of grotesque flesh. Embryo-like masses oozed black amniotic fluid, shrouded in foul, viscous membranes. Vague outlines of twisted human appendages fused with monstrous fiends pierced the translucent casing within.

The earth veins sustained their growth.

Certain embryos pulsed with gradual expansion, while others had burst free, transformed into gore-drenched flesh demons, jagged maws ripping into nearby carnage, devouring morsel by morsel, mutating progressively with

every gulp...

These abominations crammed the chasm entirely, teeming in hordes. They surged along the crimson river of blood, extending endlessly into the void. Amidst boundless gloom, sanguine earth veins birthed endless embryos and fiends...

This hellish vista chilled the spines of every sect disciple, immersing them in frozen horror.

Tumbling into that abyss defied imagination.

A single errant step drawing demonic notice would summon an overwhelming swarm from the valley, rendering flight

utterly hopeless.

Should these horrors breach the chasm, surging into Qianxue's realm like a tidal wave,

it heralded world-ending catastrophe, with myriad lives extinguished.

Low-tier cultivators would merely serve as fodder for the flesh demons.

Dread gripped every disciple.

In the midst of his astonishment, clarity dawned on Mo Hua, unveiling the truth at last...

The reason behind Mr. Tu's mass slaughter and demon breeding, and its sinister intent.

He grasped why nightmares brimmed with slain evil spirits and fiends, yet reality showed scant flesh monsters beyond the blood village's fish aberrations.

All such flesh and blood demons lay sequestered by Mr. Tu within these crimson earth veins, inside the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation.

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed keenly as the essence of

"Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice" crystallized.

The Great Wilderness rite for forging demonic entities split into

two categories: corporeal and ethereal.

Corporeal meant flesh; ethereal signified evil spirits.

Evil God devotees bartered cultivators, annihilated lineages,

forging offerings from the slaughter.

Cultivator flesh molded into flesh and blood demons.

Remnant souls forged into evil spirit demons.

Flesh demons ravaged the mortal plane.

Evil spirit demons spawned nightmares.

To put it another way, Mr. Tu commanded two complete "demon armies."

One legion of evil spirit demons, nurtured in the Divine Authority

Tree's altar.

One legion of flesh and blood demons, nurtured in the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation.

Upon activation of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation, malevolent might would blanket sky and soil. Both demon legions would unleash fully, crashing upon the world. They would not only butcher cultivators wholesale but also gorge on myriad souls, unleashing slaughter in waking life, despair in dreams.

Heaven and earth remain indifferent, deeming all as mere dogs of straw. Ultimately, the veil between dream and reality would shatter, merging the waking world with nightmares, permitting the Evil God's true advent

into the domain.

Then, every cultivator under heaven would drown in torment and hopelessness, carnage and terror. Be it body or spirit, all would transform into "sacrifices" for the Great Wilderness Sovereign.

From vitality to demise, from flesh to essence, nothing escapes. This... is the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice.