Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2391 Chapter 1088: Shocking Massacre_3

Afterward, an absolute silence descended upon the world.

The omnipotent 'annihilation' began its work, dissolving all existence.

Both spiritual and demonic powers started to 'disintegrate' from their very source. Everything tainted by these regressing forces was inevitably consumed, transforming into particles of profound darkness.

Mountainous terrains crumbled into black dust, dissolving in successive layers.

The vibrant vegetation instantly withered, turning to powder.

Expansive landscapes, once like breathtaking paintings, were blotted out as if by black ink, vanishing without a trace.

Innumerable Demonic Cultivators perished instantaneously.

Their terror was palpable as they struggled, roared, and cried out in anguished voices. Faces contorted in madness, they became like 'ink-drawn figures' within a monochrome artwork, their forms torn asunder by the overwhelming disintegration, ultimately reduced to dust.

This dreadful wave of disintegration grew stronger with each passing moment.

The entire world found itself enveloped in the shadow of death and oblivion.

Within the Qianxue State Boundary, all cultivators, confronted by this world-altering disintegration that darkened the heavens and reshaped the lands, were struck with awe and bewilderment.

Be it the officials from the Taoist Court, the esteemed Elders and disciples of various Sects, or the numerous cultivators who had gathered from afar for the sword observation event, and even the Loose Cultivators who had been in a state of anxious unrest due to demonic threats surrounding Qianxue – at this precise moment, all looked towards the horrifying spectacle of the world being consumed, paralyzed by terror and disbelief.

Even the revered ancestors of prominent aristocratic families and Sects, renowned for their vast experience and profound wisdom, could only stare, their pupils constricting, utter silence their only response.

High atop the Sword Observation Tower,

An elder, his hair a cascade of white, observed the horizon consumed by death and ruin. He too was lost in stunned silence, a chess piece held suspended above the board, its descent delayed, hanging in mid-air for an extended duration.

Finally, the piece landed, and with it, a soft sigh escaped the elder's lips.

'Spiritual and demonic powers have merged, repelling and permeating each other, only to be forcibly 'detached' by the disintegrating force, thereby unleashing an even more potent wave of annihilation...'

'At its core, the entity being disintegrated is not the Formation itself, nor the spiritual or demonic energies.'

'It is the very 'Law' by which righteousness and wickedness repel and intertwine.'

'In essence, this signifies the nascent stage of...'

'The 'Reversal of Yin and Yang'.'

The elder could not help but sigh once more.

'Yin and Yang represents the fundamental principles of the world, as understood by ancient cultivators.'

'All creations within the cosmos adhere to the principles of Yin and Yang. Mastery of any Formation, any Cultivation Technique, any Daoist Skill, any Alchemical Art, or any Talismanic Magic offers a glimpse into the profound truths of the Great Dao of Yin-Yang.'

'Yet, this truth is simultaneously exceedingly simple and infinitely complex.'

'This complexity is particularly evident in the realm of Formations.'

'It necessitates an exceptionally refined method of Calculation.'

'To truly harness the power of disintegration for Yin-Yang reversal and the stripping of fundamental laws demands exceptionally potent Divine Sense, immense computational capacity, unparalleled expertise in Formations, and mastery of the most advanced Calculation Methods.'

'Coupled with unwavering patience, relentless perseverance, and profound understanding, one can accurately predict the myriad outcomes following the disintegration of the Formation Pivot, the intricate transformations of spiritual power, thereby meticulously orchestrating the dissolution, ensuring a seamless sequence, and subtly embedding deadly intent...'

'The variables involved are too numerous.'

'The required precision is too extreme.'

'The computational complexity is utterly... perverse...'

The elder’s brow furrowed, followed by another deep sigh – his third. He inwardly lamented,

'What exactly did that young man named Zhuang impart… does he even comprehend it? Is he capable of teaching such things?'

'Does he grasp the true nature of the 'thing' he taught?'

'The most vexing aspect previously was that young man, Zhuang.'

'And now, with Zhuang gone, ten years have elapsed, and his disciple has arrived to assume control.'

'Even in death, one finds no respite… truly, it offers no peace of mind…'

The elder massaged his forehead, then turned his gaze towards the window.

Beyond the glass, the world remained shrouded in darkness. The Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation continued its destructive process, its annihilating power still consuming all in its path.

A chilling cold permeated the very air, reminiscent of the Nine Netherworlds.

The elder fell silent, and after a moment, his expression turned grim. He murmured, almost in disbelief,

'This is not merely 'taking over' either…'

'This catastrophic wave of death… this time… how many souls will be obliterated…'

'Even Zhuang, back then… did not dare to kill on this scale…'

…

Elder Master Xun also peered out the window, his initial shock and grief giving way to a dawning realization, his expression growing increasingly grave.

The Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation was now completely enveloped in an oppressive darkness.

Within its confines, life after life was being extinguished, erased with alarming frequency.

These were not merely cultivators from various Demon Path sects, but also innumerable flesh-and-blood Demon Monsters, alongside a multitude of bizarre Demon Path entities: Blood Slaves, Corpse Slaves, Color Slaves, Spirit Slaves…

All these individuals, these beings, were being annihilated by the terrifying disintegrating power of the Formation, a phenomenon described as ‘Yin-Yang reversal’.

Regardless of one’s cultivation level—be it Qi Refinement, Foundation Establishment, or even Golden Core—death was inevitable.

Even for those of the Demon Path, the sheer number of casualties was staggering.

Truly, an incomprehensible number.

This sheer scale sent a shiver down Elder Master Xun’s spine.

The act of ‘killing’ is not a simple matter; it involves karma and accrues evil Qi.

The more lives extinguished, the heavier the burden of murderous disaster upon one’s soul.

Consequently, the evil Qi manifesting in one’s Life Chart intensifies.

If this disintegration of the Formation is indeed the work of Mo Hua, and he has eradicated so many lives from the Demon Path, then his ‘murderous disaster’ this time is poised to ‘reach the heavens’.

The furious and potent evil Qi accumulating around him, to what unimaginable extent it would escalate, Elder Master Xun dared not even contemplate, fearing it would be no exaggeration to describe it as akin to an abyss, or an ocean.

This, undoubtedly, was not a favorable development.

The crux of the matter was Mo Hua, barely over twenty years of age, already bearing such an ocean-like scale of murderous disaster and evil Qi…

Elder Master Xun furrowed his brow, a heavy weight pressing upon his chest, his heart filled with worry.

However, once the Formation collapsed and the murderous disaster manifested, it could no longer be swayed by anyone’s will.

Mo Hua’s current actions were akin to ‘destroying corpses and obliterating traces,’ ‘disintegrating the Formation and erasing evidence.’ The destructive power he had unleashed was too immense; within the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation, nearly all living beings faced inescapable doom.

Worlds extinguished, lives obliterated.

The souls of the deceased returned to the Nine Nether.

The entire realm was permeated with a killing aura, a bone-chilling cold that nearly everyone could feel.

And each departed soul added a mark to Mo Hua’s burgeoning ‘murderous disaster,’ incrementally intensifying his evil Qi.

After an indeterminate period, dark clouds suddenly converged on the horizon, accompanied by the rumble of thunder.

Elder Master Xun’s countenance changed drastically, and all the cultivators of Heaven Void turned their gazes towards the sound, their faces etched with terror.

An aura akin to the Heavenly Dao descended, instilling a profound fear in all cultivators present, including those from Heaven Void.

A brilliant, crimson thunderbolt streaked down from the horizon.

In an instant, it annihilated four paths of vitality.

These four paths of vitality belonged to Feather Transformation realm cultivators!

And this beam of red light was none other than the thunder tribulation of the Heavenly Dao!

The Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation had disintegrated, its terrifying annihilation power forcefully driving four beings in the Feather Transformation realm toward an unavoidable demise.

This also signified that within Mo Hua’s ineffable ‘immense murderous disaster,’ four distinct and notable records had been etched:

He had disintegrated the Formation, thereby forcing four Feather Transformation beings to their deaths!