Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2345 Chapter 1073: Viviparous Demon 2

At the Fourth Grade Feather Transformation and Fifth Grade Heaven Void stages, a cultivator's telekinesis possesses considerable 'magnitude.' However, this 'strength' is purely quantitative, lacking any 'qualitative' transformation or inherent 'laws.'

Conversely, formidable evil spirits and demonic beasts are inherently endowed with certain 'laws' governing their telekinesis, setting them apart from cultivators.

Essentially, the phenomenon known as 'pollution' by evil spirits is a direct manifestation of these telekinetic 'laws.'

Beyond 'pollution,' the telekinetic abilities of evil spirits encompass other terrifying alterations imbued with the power of laws, such as 'corrosion,' 'decay,' 'parasitism,' 'devouring,' 'control,' and 'assimilation.'

All this profound knowledge regarding the Divine Way, meticulously compiled and documented by the successive generations of Heavenly Mechanism Cultivators from Mystery Valley, was acquired through direct experience, observation, tragic demises, encounters with pollution, transformations, assimilation, and battles fought within the realms of evil thoughts and potent nightmares.

This represents the most chilling characteristic of evil spirits.

Furthermore, a complicating factor is that the presence of 'pollution' or other malevolent 'law' powers within an evil spirit is not externally detectable and rarely follows any discernible pattern.

A powerful Fourth Grade evil spirit might simply be a vortex of accumulated grievances. While difficult to vanquish, its defeat results in the dispersal of grievances into the natural world, leaving no lingering issues.

However, a seemingly insignificant Second Grade minor ghost could possess the innate 'parasitic' power.

If not thoroughly annihilated from the outset with substantial effort, a victim can become a mere 'blood bag' once parasitized. This minor ghost would then relentlessly prey upon the victim's divine sense daily.

Admittedly, the divine thought of a Feather Transformation cultivator is remarkably robust, potentially masking the effects of such prolonged torment, making them unaware of the slow depletion. Yet, over years of being 'brain-sucked' by a minor ghost, the divine sense will inevitably weaken, fundamentally damaging its origin.

Eventually, when this minor ghost matures into a Third Grade or even a Fourth Grade Fierce Ghost, it will transform into a lethal 'evil tumor,' capable of claiming the life of even a Feather Transformation cultivator.

These invaluable insights are the collective wisdom and hard-won experiences of generations of cultivators from Mystery Valley.

Engaging with evil spirits transcends a mere test of divine thought 'strength'; it is a profound trial of the Daoist heart, willpower, resolve, and constant vigilance.

One might vanquish countless evil spirits.

Yet, succumbing to pollution from a single evil spirit signifies the end.

Due to these numerous potential pitfalls, True Man Situ and his group proceeded with extreme caution and deliberate slowness.

They eliminated numerous evil spirits, but rather than alleviating their unease, these victories amplified their apprehension.

With each vanquished evil spirit, their divine thought was subtly consumed further.

Moreover, the question lingered: had these evil spirits truly met their end?

While it appeared they had successfully destroyed the evil spirits on the surface, they harbored no genuine certainty.

Even less certain were they about whether their primordial spirits had become inadvertently polluted during these encounters.

Initially, such concerns did not occupy their minds.

However, as the surrounding darkness intensified, as they felled more evil spirits, as their primordial spirits grew more depleted, the mounting mental pressure, coupled with escalating self-doubt, became overwhelming.

While artifacts like the Red Gold Cup, the Beidou Seven Stars Formations, and various divine thought treasures could ward off external malevolent thoughts and the evil spirits themselves, they offered no shield for the human heart.

Human nature is inherently fallible, riddled with internal weaknesses.

Under immense strain, these inherent flaws within the human heart become progressively magnified.

True Man Situ, keenly aware of this, observed the growing imperfections in his own heart and the evident unease on the faces of his companions. He immediately projected his voice with unwavering resolve:

"Guard your Daoist heart!"

This resounding command jolted everyone back to a semblance of clarity. Each began employing techniques to fortify themselves and dispel the oppressive gloom.

Cultivators dedicated to the path of Divine Thought are invariably characterized by resolute Daoist hearts or unyielding determination.

At minimum, their mental fortitude far surpasses that of ordinary cultivators.

Thus, the group pressed onward.

The environment surrounding them remained shrouded in darkness and fraught with peril.

Streams of blood, treacherous swamps of flesh, desolate forests of bone, and vile nests lay scattered throughout. Additionally, obstacles such as spectral visages, arachnid abominations, and skeletal fiends continually barred their path, transforming every step into a perilous endeavor.

Despite their weariness, they bit down and pressed onward, eliminating foes with each arduous step. Their relentless advance carried them deeper into the nightmare, until an imposing Black Mountain finally loomed before them, their senses dulled by countless battles.

A potent aura of an evil god, like a swirling black mist, billowed from the mountain's peak.

This was the Barbaric Wilderness, the final Evil God Mountain.

"We've arrived!"

A surge of exhilaration, bordering on disbelief, coursed through True Man Situ.

Had it not been for his unyielding Dao heart, hanging by a mere thread and fueled by sheer perseverance,

he would have been tempted to believe reaching this point was an impossibility.

However, before True Man Situ could even contemplate a moment of respite, the air before him churned with malevolent energy, punctuated by a bone-chilling roar.

From the front of the Evil God Mountain, an immense evil spirit, comparable in size to a small hill, materialized slowly.

Its appearance caused a palpable shift in everyone's expressions.

This colossal evil spirit was Fourth Grade, nearing the very apex of its power.

Its form, resembling a miniature mountain, was a gruesome patchwork of disparate human and beast limbs, akin to a Thousand Corpse Evil Spirit – utterly savage and terrifying.

"It's... a Mountain Guardian Spirit..."

Furthermore, this was likely the largest and final Mountain Guardian Corpse Spirit encountered before the Evil God Mountain itself.

The Mountain Guardian Corpse Spirit exuded an overpowering, putrid miasma, with corrosive black ichor dripping from its maw.

True Man Situ's voice resonated with gravity:

"Destroy it..."

Without delay, he summoned the Six Yang Red Gold Cup, unleashing a searing radiance that engulfed the Mountain Guardian Corpse Spirit.

The golden-red light struck the corpse spirit, instantly producing plumes of white smoke.

The Mountain Guardian Corpse Spirit shrieked, a piercing sound that assailed the very core of their divine souls.