Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2342 Chapter 1072: Nightmare of the Evil God (Part 2)

"Remain silent and do not look around, lest we disturb the Evil Objects," True Man Situ instructed in a hushed tone.

The assembled Divine Thought Cultivators heeded his words and nodded in agreement.

Holding his breath and focusing his mind, True Man Situ followed the blood thread connecting mother and child, concentrating intensely as he ventured deeper into the nightmare.

The Great Wilderness, an endless abyss and the realm of the Evil God's nightmare, presented a strange and inexplicable danger.

True Man Situ was uncertain of what lurked within this nightmare or which Evil Spirits and demons hid in the shadows. Thus, he had no intention, nor the courage, to stir up unnecessary trouble. His sole objective was to swiftly reach the Evil God's birthplace and eradicate the source of all chaos.

For now, less was indeed more.

However, it was evident that events would not unfold as he wished.

The Evil God's nightmare was an inherently malevolent place, teeming with Evil Spirits and their abominations.

Every element, even the very grass and trees, was infested with unknown "contaminated objects," and the ground itself could be decaying flesh.

Weeds by the roadside might writhe as worms.

Beneath the bark of a tree, bleeding bones could lie hidden.

Water dripping from the sky might be the saliva of some Spirit...

These were merely examples of the myriad dangers present.

A cultivator's Divine Thought, traversing the putrid waters of this wicked mountain, could barely defend itself and required sustained, high-intensity focus without a moment's lapse. Otherwise, a single lapse in concentration risked corrupting the Primordial Spirit, leaving behind a hidden peril.

Fortunately, the protection of the Seven Stars Formation dispersed the majority of the Evil Qi. The Divine Thought Cultivators present were skilled and experienced, possessing strong willpower. They vigilantly watched over one another, neutralizing most threats.

Proceeding further into a desolate forest, the dark energy intensified, carrying a ferocious aura.

True Man Situ halted, his brow furrowed, and soon turned his gaze to the Feathered Immortal beside him, who clutched a Bagua Plate and presented a scholarly demeanor.

This "scholar" studied the Bagua Plate intently, enacting a hand seal. After a brief pause, he focused his gaze and pointed towards a large tree approximately three zhang to his right.

From within the group, a Taoist immediately joined his fingers and, brandishing a Peach Wood Sword, thrust it towards the tree.

The Peach Wood Sword, imbued with the power to repel evil, struck the tree with a single piercing motion.

The tree emitted a mournful cry as its bark peeled away, transforming into the mottled skin of a serpent, oozing a venomous liquid that seemed to contain lethal poison. Amidst its wails, the tree morphed into a serpent's form, with a gigantic human face emerging from its apex.

This tree was, astonishingly, a horrifying human-faced giant python.

Upon revealing its true form, the human-faced giant python engaged in a fierce battle with the group of Divine Thought Cultivators. After an intense struggle, it was subdued by a burly Feathered man covered in runic patterns, utilizing Divine Thought force. Subsequently, a Taoist summoned his sword and severed its head.

The Heaven Void Ancestor from the Little Spirit Sect then employed the Burning Fire Skill to incinerate the remains.

Divine Thought Slaughter, truly extraordinary, eradicating evil spirits, yet the peril remained unending.

Many Evil Spirits cannot be accurately assessed for their danger based solely on appearance or rank.

Therefore, even those with powerful divine thoughts dared not become complacent. Any Evil Spirit, irrespective of its perceived strength, must be utterly annihilated.

Caution is never misplaced.

After vanquishing the human-faced giant python, True Man Situ extended his finger, observing the flow of its Qi. Confirming that its malevolent power was thoroughly extinguished and truly annihilated, he felt a sense of relief.

However, concurrently, his expression grew even more grave.

"From this point onward, we must exercise even greater vigilance."

The presence of such a significant Evil Spirit indicated that the path ahead would only grow more arduous.

As True Man Situ had anticipated, the frequency of Evil Spirits increased ahead, each emanating fierce energy.

These Evil Spirits possessed the ability to "devour" humans, harboring potent and insidious desires to attack.

Fortunately, among the group, the scholarly-appearing Feathered Primordial Spirit hailed from an esteemed family, was adept in the Heavenly Mechanism Skill, and could manifest the Life and Spirit Cultivation Magic Treasure, the Eight Diagrams Exorcism Plate, for divining fortunes and averting disasters.

Whenever Evil Spirits lay concealed ahead, or monsters disguised themselves, the Eight Diagrams Exorcism Plate would stir, enabling the scholar to foresee their presence, discern truth from falsehood, pinpoint the location of Evil Demons, and guide everyone toward turning peril into safety.

Failure to discern the disguised monsters would inevitably result in an ambush.

Successfully identifying the monsters allowed for a preemptive strike.

This constant cycle of offensive and defensive maneuvering created a vast disparity in the advantages gained.

Evil Spirits and monsters, even if a dozen or two are annihilated, pose no substantial threat to the Evil God.

However, any loss among the Divine Thought Cultivators would be an immense setback, critically influencing the mission's success or failure and even the survival of every individual present.

Consequently, the contingent advanced with extreme caution through a region teeming with Evil Spirits, maintaining a state of apprehension as they pressed onward bit by bit.

Following several more skirmishes along their path, during which multiple savage Evil Spirits were eliminated, the landscape before them transformed, unveiling a barren, desiccated woodland.

Suspended above the parched trees were countless densely packed objects.

True Man Situ craned his neck to observe, his heart seizing with trepidation, and he urgently commanded:

"Do not gaze upward!"

The assembled group, though perplexed, complied with True Man Situ's directive, deliberately diverting their eyes from the withered forest.

"Look not, listen not, veer left and continue onward without a backward glance."

The disciples followed True Man Situ's instruction, heads bowed with their vision fixed upon the earth, disregarding all sounds, and proceeded along the leftward path, carefully skirting the lifeless woodland. Amongst the procession, the wandering Taoist trailed at the very end.

With his gaze cast downwards, he persevered in his movement when abruptly, a guttural and rasping voice pierced his hearing:

"Behold me..."

"Behold me..."

The Taoist, piqued by curiosity, felt an innate urge to swivel around and ascertain the identity of the speaker addressing him.

Yet, his grounding reason served as a potent reminder not to succumb to this insidious snare laid by the Evil Spirit.

Thus, he marshaled his thoughts, fixing his concentration solely on the ground before him.

But as he maintained his steady focus, the very earth appeared to waver and blur, and a more distinct voice resonated once more in his ear: