Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2394 Chapter 1089: Retribution of Sin_3

A subtle, cool breeze seemed to drift through the atmosphere.

"You..." Ye Zhiyuan stammered, his voice thick with disbelief, "You... didn't die?"

Mo Hua cast a cool glance his way. "You're the one who's dead."

Having departed from Yanluo Mountain, Mo Hua made his way directly back to the Taixu Gate. As he neared this vicinity, he spotted a group of individuals from a distance. Initially, he tried to discern the situation to avoid unnecessary conflict and planned to steer clear.

However, as he drew nearer, he recognized them as "familiar faces."

Among them were Xiaoxiao, Cheng Mo, and several Junior Brothers, including Situ.

It was only then that Mo Hua decided to approach and greet them.

Yet... their emotional states appeared rather peculiar; their eyes were reddened, and they seemed to be harboring a deep sadness?

A puzzled Mo Hua inquired, "Why are your eyes red? Did something sorrowful occur?"

The assembled prodigies from the Four Sects and Seven Gates froze for a moment upon hearing his words. After a brief, awkward pause, their faces immediately contorted with indignation.

This Mo Hua was truly infuriating!

Utterly despicable and loathsome!

His feigned innocent demeanor was clearly a form of mockery towards them!

The prior sorrow they had felt was truly wasted on such a wretch!

They were a mix of embarrassment and anger, their eyes not only red but their faces also flushed with rage.

In stark contrast, the disciples of the Taixu Gate were filled with joy.

Their Junior Brother, who had been lost, had been found! Their relief manifested in bright smiles, and they curiously questioned him:

"Junior Brother, where did you go just now?"

"Didn't I mention it? I went to rescue someone..." Mo Hua gently patted Yu Er's back, indicating the child he had saved, and continued, "I told you all not to worry about me and to return to the Sect ahead of time."

"Oh..."

It was only then that they recalled Mo Hua had indeed said something to that effect.

Furthermore, the child Mo Hua had rescued was someone they recognized – the young boy named "Yu Er" from the dining hall, who often shared meals with their Junior Brother.

"Junior Brother, you..."

Situ Jian began to ask something but abruptly noticed Mo Hua's forehead darkening and his lips turning pale. Mo Hua's entire body was subtly trembling, instantly alarming Situ Jian:

"Junior Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Mo Hua's expression shifted, a sense of foreboding washing over him as he realized something was gravely wrong.

Within the abyss, a torrent of incredibly malevolent black energy seemed to descend from the horizon, cascading into his Heavenly Gate. A multitude of souls from the departed and ferocious ghosts, tethered to the sins he had committed, were now consuming his Life Chart.

Before his very eyes, the shadowy forms of thousands of vengeful spirits appeared to eclipse the sky.

In his ears, the ceaseless roars and cries of the souls from the Nine Nether echoed incessantly.

It was a transformation of souls into malevolence, with fierce ghosts demanding retribution.

The bone-chilling cold of the Nine Nether permeated his very being.

This was the consequence of his deeds, a burden of responsibility he was destined to bear.

Yet, the sheer number of lives he had taken had rendered this burden impossibly heavy.

So heavy, in fact, that Mo Hua struggled to draw breath, a profound chill enveloping him. Even his exhalations seemed infused with the ghostly, frigid winds of the Nine Nether.

Mo Hua's face contorted with extreme anguish for a fleeting moment.

He suddenly seized Situ Jian's arm with a vice-like grip, experiencing intense chest tightness and difficulty breathing. Each word he uttered seemed to drain him of all his remaining strength, yet he gritted his teeth and spoke painstakingly, word by word:

"Take me... and Yu Er... back to the Taixu Gate..."

Upon uttering these words, Mo Hua could no longer withstand the overwhelming weight of the sins etched upon his Life Chart. His Divine Sense blurred, and he collapsed into unconsciousness.

"Junior Brother!"

Situ Jian's countenance changed drastically, and the other Taixu Gate disciples were struck with palpable fear.

The prodigies from the other sects exchanged looks of shock.

Linghu Xiao, with haste, reached out to examine Mo Hua's arm. At the barest touch, he felt Mo Hua's hand was as cold as ice that had endured millennia, or akin to a frigid spring from the Nine Nether, radiating an intensely violent and sinister coldness. The slight contact sent shivers coursing through Linghu Xiao's entire body, and the piercing, shrill sounds of departed souls filled his ears.

"This is..."

Linghu Xiao's face turned ashen. He turned his head to observe Mo Hua's forehead, which was now as black as ink. Dark tendrils of aura crawled across his pale cheeks, the evil Qi so potent it seemed ready to drip.

"Yin Qi solidifying into ice, evil Qi manifesting as water..."

"What exactly... did Junior Brother do..."

A throng of Taixu Gate disciples stared in stunned disbelief, unable to comprehend the scene before them. Without a moment's further delay: