Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2393 Chapter 1089: Retribution_2

Yu Er's eyes pricked with a slight sting. She quickly rubbed the rims of her eyes, dabbed away her tears, and responded in a soft voice, "Mm…"

Mo Hua continued to carry Yu Er on his back as he moved towards the boundary of Qianxue state.

Initially, Yu Er had intended to walk by herself. However, after exiting the Blood Sacrifice Array, her Divine Sense felt inexplicably clouded, and her limbs were heavy and weak. Thus, she had no choice but to let Mo Hua carry her.

Mo Hua's shoulders and back, though slender, were held straight and radiated a gentle aura.

In Yu Er's perception, he seemed to possess the bearing that could support the heavens and the vastness that could encompass the earth, inspiring awe and offering a sense of profound comfort.

...

On the outskirts of the Qianxue state boundary.

The Heavenly Pride Disciples from the Four Sects and Eight Gates and Twelve Streams had been anticipating Mo Hua's arrival.

Yet, before they could even spot Mo Hua, they witnessed the horizon erupt with the spectacle of the Great Formation's collapse. Mountains and rivers crumbled into dust, and the world fell into a deathly silence. Their expressions turned to one of sheer horror, their hearts struck by a violent tremor, their eyes wide with disbelief.

Only after a considerable duration did the shock begin to gradually fade.

Soon after, they realized a new predicament:

"Where has Mo Hua gone?"

"The Great Formation self-destructed, but where is Mo Hua?"

"Could he still be trapped within the Great Formation, unable to escape?"

"From Yanluo Mountain to the Qianxue state boundary, there is only this solitary path. Had he managed to escape, we would have undoubtedly encountered him."

"Alternatively, if he had truly gotten out, the Taoist Court over there would have alerted us, and Taixu Gate would also have received news."

"However, we have neither seen Mo Hua nor received any word of him. This implies that he…"

Gazing into the distance with a vacant stare, Ye Zhiyuan murmured, "Is it possible that Mo Hua… has perished…"

"What absurd talk is that!" a Taixu Gate Disciple bellowed furiously. "You're the one who's dead!"

"How could Junior Brother possibly die?"

"Even if you were to die ten thousand times over, Junior Brother could never possibly die!"

Ye Zhiyuan intended to retort, but upon observing the menacing fury of the Taixu Gate Disciples, who appeared ready to tear him limb from limb, he dared not utter another sound.

The others, too, wore frowns, their expressions grim.

The collective group of Taixu Gate Disciples, which included Linghu Xiao, Cheng Mo, Situ Jian, Ouyang Xuan, Hao Xuan, Yang Qianjun, the five Ouyang brothers, and others—though they would never voice it aloud—all felt an oppressive weight settle upon their hearts, making it difficult to draw breath.

Their Junior Brother, Mo Hua, was intelligent, honorable, compassionate, wise, and valiant, possessing potent Divine Sense, formidable skills in Formations, exceptional movement techniques, and mastery of Concealment. No matter the predicament, he always found a way to resolve it…

Such a Junior Brother simply could not be dead!

Yet, they soon came to the sobering realization that this was merely their one-sided, wishful thinking.

Irrespective of how indomitable their Junior Brother was, he remained, after all, merely human.

Just a Sect Disciple undergoing Foundation Establishment Cultivation.

He could not achieve immortality.

To claim he would not die was nothing more than their own self-deception.

This was especially true considering his presence within such a grand, bizarre, Demon-infested Great Formation of the Demon Path, fraught with peril at every turn and exceedingly ferocious.

Given Junior Brother's current cultivation level, managing to protect himself and avoid succumbing to the bewitchment of the Demon Path would already be a stroke of immense good fortune.

What now terrified them even more was the fact that the entire Great Formation of the Demon Path had been annihilated by some unknown, supremely powerful expert utilizing methods that shook the very foundations of existence.

A terrifying aura of destruction had permeated the Great Formation, reducing all living beings to mere dust. How could their Junior Brother possibly have survived?

"Could it be that Junior Brother…"

All the Taixu Gate Disciples felt a profound lurch and tremor in the depths of their hearts.

Linghu Xiao pressed his lips together and furrowed his brow. "Let's… wait a little longer."

"Mm," Situ Jian and the other Taixu Gate Disciples concurred with nods.

The Heavenly Pride Disciples of the other Sects also remained, joining them in waiting for Mo Hua.

However, they waited for an extensive period, waiting until the Great Formation had completely disintegrated, all living beings had turned into black ash, and Death Qi surged violently into the sky, yet still no sign of Mo Hua emerged.

"Junior Brother…"

A growing chill enveloped the hearts of the Taixu Gate Disciples. Some even found their eyes reddening, covertly wiping them away.

"Mo Hua… has he truly… perished?"

Ao Zhan, Xiao Ruohan, and Shen Cangfeng, representing the Four Great Sects, all appeared somewhat lost in thought.

Among the prominent figures from the Eight Great Gates, Song Jian of the Sever Gold Sect had his lips pressed into a tight line, a heavy grief weighing on his heart.

Disciples like Qin Cangliu from the Gui Water Sect, Lu Zhenlong from the Purple Mist Sect, Ye Zhiyuan from the Daluo Sect, Feng Zichen from the Carefree Sect, and Shi Tiangang from the Vajra Sect, all of whom had past grievances with Mo Hua, found themselves in a state of complex emotions, their faces etched with desolation.

They harbored animosity towards Mo Hua, harboring a deep-seated hatred.

Yet, they had also been the recipients of Mo Hua's salvation and kindness.

Now, after rescuing them, Mo Hua himself declared his intention to save others, venturing into the formidable Evil Path Great Formation, only to seemingly perish within its depths…

Such a young man, blessed with immense talent, who was willing to lay down his life for others, meeting his end within the Demon Path Great Formation…

This abrupt and tragic turn of events left them all steeped in gloom, their hearts heavy with a mixture of sorrow and bitterness.

When a man departs from this world, it is akin to a flame being extinguished.

With his supposed death, all past animosities and lingering grudges naturally dissolved.

They found themselves reminiscing about Mo Hua's positive attributes.

Some even recalled how Mo Hua had previously subdued the Four Sects to claim the position of Formation Leader, how during the Sword Discussion Conference he had persevered, meticulously planned, and then unleashed his formidable prowess, and how within the Blood Sacrifice Array, he had issued commands, masterfully reversed the dire situation, and rescued a multitude of these Heavenly Pride Disciples… It was upon reflecting on these extraordinary feats that they felt a profound wave of emotion surge within their hearts.

Their initial contempt transformed into genuine admiration, and their hatred transmuted into poignant regret.

A few individuals even exhibited slightly reddened eyes, their gazes filled with a wistful longing.

The prevailing atmosphere was one of utter solemnity. All present were united in their grief for Mo Hua, mourning his loss and silently offering their respects to this brilliant prodigy whose life had been cut so cruelly short.

It felt as though the very heavens and earth had become enveloped in a somber shroud of sorrow.

Amidst this profoundly tragic and solemn ambiance, a familiar, clear voice, laced with a touch of curiosity, suddenly echoed from behind them:

"What are all of you… doing here?"

Startled, everyone jumped and spun around in haste. To their astonishment, they beheld the very Mo Hua they had been so ardently "mourning," now standing silently behind them, a child perched on his back, his countenance a picture of utter bewilderment.

The atmosphere, thus, instantly solidified into an awkward silence.