Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2333 Chapter 1069: Enlightenment_2

Wenren Wanruo internally resisted, her heart unwilling, and when the 'Dream of the Heaven's Call' ceremony began, it was certain not to proceed without a hitch.

Now, driven by the desperation to save her child, she dared to risk her entire cultivation path, verbally agreeing to the terms, which was, on the surface, a positive development.

However, this arrangement was undeniably unfair to the young lady of the Wenren Family...

All the assembled ancestors wore troubled expressions.

Elder Master Xun contemplated for a moment, his aged eyes showing a flicker of emotion, and he spoke slowly:

"This expedition you embark on is not only to rescue your child but also to avert the impending crisis threatening the Qian Learning State Boundary."

"The specifics I cannot divulge to you at this time."

"Nevertheless, regardless of the outcome, our Heaven Void Ancestors of various clans and sects will be indebted to you."

Wenren Wan lifted her sorrowful yet captivating face and offered a bow to Elder Master Xun, uttering, "Thank you, Elder Master Xun."

She then turned, bowing to the other Heaven Void Ancestors present, "Thank you, esteemed ancestors."

The other Heaven Void Ancestors appeared momentarily taken aback, but on second thought, they remained in silence, implicitly accepting this future "favor."

Thus, the matter was settled.

True Man Situ finally let out a sigh and announced, "In twelve days, the great catastrophe is set to descend. Before then, all must make their preparations accordingly."

Every Heaven Void Ancestor acknowledged this with a nod.

Wenren Wan's deep concern for Yu Er was evident, her complexion unusually pale.

Elder Master Xun tilted his head upwards, his gaze fixed on the colossal blood-red formation suspended in the sky. A frown creased his brow, his heart filled with an unavoidable anxiety for Mo Hua's well-being.

He had attempted to divine the future.

For days on end, he had tried to foresee what was to come.

But the magnitude of this affair, seemingly interwoven with an overwhelming amount of karma and involving numerous unfathomable entities and formidable cultivators, had rendered the heavenly secrets as opaque as ever, impossibly intricate, preventing even the slightest glimpse of foresight.

Elder Master Xun remained unaware of the state within the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation twelve days hence.

He did not know if he would ever see Mo Hua again.

He did not know what Mo Hua would become by then...

A faint sigh escaped Elder Master Xun's lips.

Across the entirety of the Qian Learning State Boundary, demonic disturbances erupted incessantly.

Gu Changhuai, with his Taoist Court Supervisors, continued to patrol various state boundaries, eradicating Demon Cultivators, with a particular focus on Malevolent Formation Masters.

However, the Demon Cultivators had heightened their vigilance significantly, making his endeavors increasingly challenging.

Despite this, he had not faltered, exerting his utmost effort to eliminate as many as possible.

Ultimately, it was the only course of action he could take.

Within a Demon Cultivator stronghold, Gu Changhuai, his body marred with bloodstains, unleashed a Wind Blade, cutting down a horde of Corpse Cultivators and slave bloodlings. He then raised his head, gazing towards the heavens.

The Blood Sacrifice Array still loomed in the sky.

Furthermore, from its deepest core, the crimson hue intensified, as if something were on the verge of being born. A palpable tension, like that preceding a violent storm, permeated the atmosphere, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.

"Mo Hua..."

Gu Changhuai knitted his brows, a knot of worry tightening in his chest.

Meanwhile, in various other locales, Taixu Gate's Xun Zixian, Xun Ziyou, along with numerous elders, and the adventurous traveler Zhang Lan, were engaged in fierce combat with the demonic forces.

Yet, even amidst the fray, their minds were consumed by the disquieting developments and the complete absence of any news regarding Mo Hua.

Outside Yanluo Mountain.

The Heaven's Chosen Disciples from the Four Sects, Eight Gates, and Twelve Streams continued their vigil for Mo Hua.

However, as the formation's influence spread, they were compelled to retreat over twenty miles, into the territory of Qianxue.

With the worsening situation, their hope for Mo Hua's return diminished with each passing moment.

The disciples of Taixu Gate were particularly fraught with worry.

Despite their unwavering faith in their Junior Brother, they were confronted by a Quasi-Third Grade Evil Path Great Formation, swarming with countless Demon Cultivators and high-ranking Great Demons.

"Can Junior Brother truly return unharmed..."

Linghu Xiao and the others felt an immense pressure bearing down on their spirits.

Within the confines of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation.

Mo Hua, too, wore a furrowed brow.

However, his anxieties stemmed from an entirely different concern:

"Will I really be able to detonate this formation?"

How could he deceive the venerable Mr. Tu?

How could he gain control of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation Pivot?

How could he amplify the potency of the Reversed Spirit Formation, unleashing an even greater power to 'inter the everything?

For days, Mo Hua had been tormented, his mind working ceaselessly, yet no viable solution presented itself.

His only recourse was to feign exhaustion from drawing formation patterns, collapsing onto the ancient embrace of the earth.

After placing the beast's bones to rest, he shut his eyes, his Divine Sense whirling. He replayed every formation principle and piece of knowledge he had accumulated throughout his life, a mental carousel of information.

Yet, despite his intense contemplation, no useful insights emerged.

He was merely a cultivator at the Foundation Building stage, a Second Grade Formation Master, with a life spanning just over twenty years.

Conversely, Mr. Tu was at the Feather Transformation stage, a Fourth-grade Formation Master, concealed within this human guise. Who knew how many centuries he had existed, neither truly human nor ghost?

Mo Hua held little confidence that his formation techniques could fool Mr. Tu, an apparent "old monster."