Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2370 Chapter 1082: Life Formation (2)

For Mo Hua, who treads the path close to divinity, such a blessing holds limited practical value. Nevertheless, it serves as a potent symbol of his connection with the Pixiu.

The noticeably enlarged horn signifies the Pixiu's profound contentment. This mutual happiness, between beast and cultivator, is a simple yet powerful affirmation.

Furthermore, the Pixiu's ability to contain the Evil Embryo provides Mo Hua with a substantial advantage, a task that would otherwise consume his valuable time and energy.

The unfathomable malice of this true embodiment of the Evil God presents a formidable threat, one that cannot be eliminated at present. Mo Hua, constrained by his own cultivation path, cannot dedicate himself to the constant vigilance required for such a dangerous entity.

With the Divine Beast Pixiu acting as a jailer, Mo Hua finds a measure of peace, temporarily resolving the crisis of the Evil God.

"Only one final task remains..."

Mo Hua whispered to himself, offering a final farewell to the majestic Pixiu. His Divine Sense withdrew into the Sea of Consciousness, and his awareness slowly returned to the waking world.

Across the Qian Learning State Boundary, within the hallowed Sword Observation Pavilion.

Lying upon the Mystic Sky Beidou Seven Star Formation, fourteen Divine Thought Cultivators, their life force ebbing and their breaths shallow, watched as the Seven Stars Lamp flickered and died, one after another. A palpable sense of dread hung heavy in the air.

The assembled Heaven Void Ancestors wore expressions of grave concern.

Suddenly, Wenren Wan's eyes snapped open, but before she could utter a word, a searing pain erupted within her Sea of Consciousness. The residual shockwaves of the Great Dream Heaven Draw coursed through her, a torment that made death seem a welcome release.

A spray of fresh blood escaped Wenren Wan's lips, staining the space between her brows before she collapsed, rendered unconscious.

At this precise moment, the Great Dream Heaven Draw whirred into action, the Seven Stars Formation pulsed with light, and True Man Situ's eyes also opened. His own condition was equally precarious.

His Divine Thought Power was utterly depleted, his Divine Way Treasure lay in ruins, and his Divine Soul had been critically wounded by Mo Hua's Heavenly Demon Sword. Even with his Primordial Spirit rejoined with his physical form, his Vital Energy was all but extinguished.

True Man Situ's face was ashen, his Divine Sense on the verge of shattering under an agonizing pressure. Yet, gritting his teeth, he endured, urging the Seven Stars Formation onward. Following Mo Hua's successful purging of the wicked taint, he managed to preserve the fragmented Primordial Spirits of the dozen fellow cultivators, returning them to their bodies and a thread of life sustained by the Seven Stars Power.

This critical restorative process could brook no delay. Even the slightest hesitation could condemn these cultivators to a final demise.

Thus, with immense willpower, True Man Situ steadied his Daoist Heart, battled the crushing exhaustion plaguing his Divine Sense and the excruciating pain in his Sea of Consciousness, to return each flickering Primordial Spirit to its rightful place.

Having accomplished this arduous task, True Man Situ released a deep, shuddering breath.

Yet, true relief remained elusive; a single misplaced exhalation, an unfinished thought, could unravel all his efforts.

Recalling Mo Hua's urgent instructions, True Man Situ clenched his jaw until he tasted blood and spoke each word with deliberate force:

"Everyone, withdraw... from the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation!"

"Brother Situ..." Elder Master Xun supported True Man Situ, his brow furrowed with concern, a question forming on his lips.

True Man Situ grasped Elder Master Xun's arm, his eyes clouded but resolute. He knew his strength was failing; each utterance felt like a blade slicing through his Sea of Consciousness, leaving no room for further explanation. He could only impart the most crucial directive to his trusted confidant, word by halting word:

"Quick... retreat!"

With those final words, his Primordial Spirit already ravaged by wounds, True Man Situ could bear no more. His face lost all color, his consciousness completely ebbed away, and he slowly succumbed to darkness, his eyes closing.

Elder Master Xun's heart plummeted. He swiftly channeled a thread of True Qi into True Man Situ, vital for sustaining the intricate workings of his meridians.

Simultaneously, he invoked the power of the Seven Stars to safeguard the remnants of his Primordial Spirit.

He also administered restorative Pills and ignited Calming Incense, seeking to nurture the cultivator's faltering energy.

The other ancestors rushed forward, offering their aid through various methods. Though True Man Situ's complexion remained pale, his life was temporarily stabilized, bringing a brief moment of reassurance to the gathered cultivators. However, their respite was short-lived, as a fresh wave of frowns spread across their faces.

"What became of the endeavor to slay the Evil God?"

"Did the mission succeed, or did it falter?"

"Is the Evil God... vanquished?"

"True Man Situ lacked the clarity to elaborate..."

"He only conveyed the need to withdraw from the Blood Sacrifice Formation? And with a sense of urgent haste, it seemed?"

A heavy silence descended upon the Heaven Void Ancestors, their faces etched with confusion and solemnity. The cryptic message left them grappling with its profound implications.

Had the plan to kill the Evil God in its infancy succeeded, effectively dispelling the looming catastrophe without anyone noticing, then the opportune moment would have arrived. They ought to have pressed their advantage, relentlessly pursued the Demon Cultivators, and dismantled the Blood Sacrifice Formation to utterly eradicate the scourge of this vile demon.

Conversely, if the plan had faltered and the Evil God had somehow survived.

Then, even more pressingly, they should have launched a full-scale assault, destroying the Blood Sacrifice Formation at any cost. This action would have severed the Evil God's foundation, diminishing its power and preventing it from gaining any respite.

Should the Evil God continue its growth and the Blood Sacrifice Formation expand, presenting an escalating threat, the entirety of the Qian Learning State Boundary

would be plunged into irreversible despair.

Therefore, whether the initial plan succeeded or failed, there was absolutely no justification

for withdrawal.

However, this was the message True Man Situ conveyed from the darkest recesses of the Evil God's nightmare.

Furthermore, it was the sole communication True Man Situ managed to relay, expending his final breath to pass on this single sentence. Clearly, this message bore the weight of incredibly significant consequences.

Should we retreat now?

All the Heaven Void Ancestors turned their gazes, their minds in turmoil, undecided.

A schism formed: some advocated for retreat, while others vehemently opposed it.

"The eradication of evil must be absolute; we cannot afford to retreat under any circumstances."

"True Man Situ, as the Chief Elder of Mystery Valley, his words carry undeniable weight and must be heeded."

"But how can we be certain that True Man Situ remains himself? What if the Evil God's influence corrupted him, bewitched his mind? What if he intentionally sent this message, urging us to abandon the Blood Sacrifice Formation, thereby granting these demons the breathing room they need to multiply and fester..."