Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2341 Chapter 1072: The Nightmare of the Evil God

From an immense void of blackness, a singular stream of golden radiance burst forth, solidifying into a luminous pathway forged from divine sense, guiding them onward into the unknown.

A solitary point of starlight ignited upon this radiant bridge.

Subsequently, undulations manifested within the emptiness, divine thoughts surged and ebbed, and primordial spirits successively materialized.

Guided by the primordial dreamscape, Wenren Wan, whose divine sense had taken tangible form.

Accompanied by fourteen cultivators, all possessing cultivation realms of Feather Transformation or higher, hailing from the Qian Learning State Boundary.

Of these fourteen cultivators, ten were at the Feather Transformation stage, and four had reached the Heaven Void stage. Under normal circumstances in the external world, the Heaven Void cultivators would naturally assume leadership.

However, this expedition took place within the confines of the Divine Thought World, a perilous journey into the Evil God's nightmare. Consequently, the command was entrusted solely to the Chief Elder of Mystery Valley, True Man Situ.

A sweep of his gaze encompassing his surroundings and then settling upon each individual, True Man Situ meticulously verified that Wenren Wan's divine sense incarnation remained unscathed and that the out-of-body state of the other primordial spirits was intact. With a slight nod, his expression grew grave as he issued a solemn warning:

"This excursion is fraught with danger. Cultivate vigilance and exercise prudence at all times. Refrain from making hasty decisions, regardless of what you may encounter."

"Before the Mystic Sky Beidou Seven Star Formation, I have positioned a beacon of light for each of you. This beacon preserves a fragment of your primordial spirit and sustains a thread of your vital energy. Should unforeseen circumstances arise, invoke the mantra of causality, and the Seven Stars Formation will forcefully retrieve your primordial spirits."

"Nevertheless, the forceful repatriation of a primordial spirit inflicts severe damage upon the Sea of Consciousness. Do not invoke the mantra unless facing an dire emergency."

"Concurrently, embed this mantra deep within your heart. Do not consciously recall it; utter it only when absolutely necessary to evade detection and sever the thread of your causal life force...

The remaining cultivators, being accomplished Divine Thought Cultivators, understood the gravity of the situation and all carefully committed True Man Situ's directives to memory.

"There remains one final matter..." True Man Situ’s gaze returned to Wenren Wan as he further addressed the assembled group, "You are all obligated to protect this young lady of the Wenren family."

"Much like a mother's connection to her child, the divine sense forms a singular bridge. Should any harm befall her, this bridge will fracture, leaving us irrevocably marooned within this boundless nightmare, facing almost certain demise."

A chorus of assent echoed from everyone present.

Having concluded his instructions, True Man Situ let out a soft sigh, his gaze drifting towards the endless darkness that enveloped them, a silent lament welling within.

He had never anticipated that the day would arrive when he would be compelled to face the daunting task of slaying the Evil God through his own efforts. To be designated a "deadly calamity," the gravity of the situation weighed heavily upon him.

Yet, he quickly reflected, as a Divine Thought Cultivator initiated into the celestial secrets from his youth, should the opportunity arise for him to shoulder the immense responsibility of safeguarding all living beings, to invade the primordial nightmare of the nascent Evil God, and to fulfill the mission of slaying it, regardless of his own fate, life or death, or the ultimate outcome, he could then confidently declare his life to have been well-lived.

His only fervent hope was that should he ever succumb to corruption, there would be righteous individuals capable of ending his existence, thereby preventing his lingering essence from aligning with evil and inflicting devastation upon the world.

The existence of righteous individuals was an absolute certainty.

Should he ever sow chaos and destruction, his lifespan would undoubtedly be brief.

With such thoughts crystallizing, True Man Situ experienced a profound sense of inner peace.

"Let us proceed."

True Man Situ declared solemnly, then forged ahead alone, leading the vanguard.

Within the ranks, a female True Man clad in white robes supported Wenren Wan, following closely behind.

The other Divine Thought Cultivators maintained their formation behind True Man Situ, creating a protective circle with Wenren Wan at its core.

The ethereal golden bridge of divine sense, sustained by the power of the primordial dreamscape, emanated a subtle violet luminescence, stretching into the vast expanse before them.

Yet, all surroundings remained immersed in an unending darkness.

This oppressive, somber, and eerie darkness surged towards their position, seemingly poised to consume all light.

The golden glow of the bridge, the violet hue of the primordial dreamscape, and the starlit shimmer of the Seven Stars Formation were all gradually being swallowed inch by inch by this encroaching void.

Within the boundless darkness, only a solitary, blood-red cord, resembling an umbilical connection, extended from Wenren Wan's heart, reaching into the infinite abyss, its other extremity not yet severed.

Mother and child, inextricably linked, their bloodline originating from the same source.

This represented the sole point of reference for everyone present.

It also served as their exclusive beacon of vitality and hope amidst the desolate vastness.

Proceeding thus, they advanced, with no clear measure of the passage of time. The divine sense bridge finally reached its destination, and the source of the pervasive darkness began to resolve into a discernible shape before them.

A vast expanse of inky mountains unfolded before them, stretching endlessly and exuding a chilling, ferocious aura. It felt as if the landscape itself was forged from the world's accumulated despair, pain, and bloodshed.

True Man Situ's eyes narrowed.

The others' expressions also shifted dramatically.

"This is..."

"The Abyssal Swamp of the Three Thousand Great Wilderness?!"

Everyone instinctively halted, their gazes turning to True Man Situ. He deeply furrowed his brows before finally letting out a heavy sigh, "Let's keep moving forward."

There was no possibility of retreat now.

Whether it was a mountain of blades or a sea of flames, a cauldron of boiling oil or eternal damnation, they had no other path.

With renewed resolve, they pressed onward.

As they crossed the bridge of their divine senses and entered the domain of the Black Mountains, the malevolent Qi intensified, seeming to penetrate their very marrow. A dark wind howled with a mournful sound.

True Man Situ swiftly formed a hand seal, activating the Seven Stars Formation to shield the group. This defensive measure repelled the invading dark wind and malevolent Qi, safeguarding their bodies and the core of their primordial spirits.

He then surveyed their surroundings: three thousand black mountains veiled in spectral mist, strewn with white bones, and teeming with writhing bloodworms. Venturing further, the landscape grew bleak, punctuated by the unsettling scuttling of bizarre, eerie creatures whose forms defied description.

Some possessed a single human eye atop a demonic leg, standing isolated;

Others used severed hands as feet and severed feet as hands, moving in an inverted manner;

Still others had beast-like bodies with human faces, their features jumbled, or single eyes and double mouths, grotesque and incomplete.

These aberrant beings, like toys haphazardly assembled by a capricious creator, exuded a disturbing blend of childish playfulness and profound malice, instilling unease and even nausea in the onlookers.

True Man Situ's expression was grave.

The Three Thousand Black Mountains of the Great Wilderness, within the Endless Abyssal Swamp, had been the demise of countless lives. Ancient records hidden within Mystery Valley revealed this to be the birthplace of the ancient Evil God of the Great Wilderness, and consequently, the site where its primordial nightmare was reborn.