Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2421 Chapter 1098: Take Care_3

Lord Yellow Mountain's temple, now in ruins, has fallen into further disrepair.

Three of its four walls have crumbled, and half the roof has collapsed, allowing the wind and rain to freely enter.

Inside, the clay statue is broken in two, the offering table has vanished, and there are no offerings to be found – not even a single stale mantou.

Moreover, the ground bears the marks of several bloodstains.

Mo Hua felt a shiver run down his spine.

"Lord Yellow Mountain... could he have perished?"

Entering the Divine Temple, Mo Hua unleashed his Divine Sense. Before he could investigate further, Lord Yellow Mountain slowly stirred from within the remnants of the clay statue, rising to bow towards Mo Hua.

"Little friend, it has been a long while."

Mo Hua let out a breath of relief and inquired, "Mountain Lord, are you unharmed?"

Lord Yellow Mountain's countenance appeared pale. "I am well enough."

A pang of sorrow struck Mo Hua. He extended a finger, employing the Clear Wind Skill to sweep away the accumulated dust, creating a clean space that he then designated as the sacrificial table. He arranged an incense burner, along with offerings of chicken, duck, fish, meat, and fresh fruit buns. A cup of wine was also poured.

A warmth spread through Lord Yellow Mountain's heart.

Subsequently, Mo Hua and Lord Yellow Mountain situated themselves on the ground, man and deity alike, partaking in the offerings while engaged in conversation.

"How did your humble temple come to such a state of ruin?"

"It is a lengthy and unfortunate tale..." Lord Yellow Mountain sighed. "Months ago, the Blood Sacrifice Formation was activated, the Demon Path ran rampant, and this isolated mountain wilderness descended into utter chaos and frenzy."

"From time to time, itinerant cultivators would seek refuge in this temple."

"Within two days, however, they would be ambushed and slain by demonic cultivators. Their bodies would be flayed, their tendons removed, leaving no trace behind."

"In my dreams at night, I could only offer them subtle guidance, but as a diminished Mountain God, my power was insufficient to alter their dire fate. Furthermore, my dilapidated temple could not withstand the violent clashes between the righteous and the demonic."

"Fortunately, this wave of calamity was short-lived and dissipated mysteriously, but..."

Lord Yellow Mountain's brow furrowed, his expression grave. "Previously, I could distinctly perceive a terrifying and malevolent divine aura."

"The Great Wilderness Evil God must have descended. However, why did all the ensuing disasters cease? And why did the aura of the True Fetus also vanish?"

"Where, precisely, did the Great Wilderness Evil God go?"

Mo Hua, gnawing on a chicken drumstick, cast a glance at Lord Yellow Mountain and softly inquired, "Do you wish to know?"

Lord Yellow Mountain appeared taken aback. "What?"

Mo Hua clarified, "Where the Great Wilderness Evil God has gone."

Lord Yellow Mountain nodded dumbly.

Mo Hua then withdrew an ancient fang talisman from around his neck and presented it to Lord Yellow Mountain. "Here."

Mo Hua offered a nod, securing the fang pendant before turning to Lord Yellow Mountain, stating, "I've only confided this to you, as you are the Mountain God. Should I have shared this with others, they would surely fail to comprehend."

Lord Yellow Mountain responded with a wry smile.

Truthfully, he himself struggled to grasp the situation.

Mo Hua continued, "Since the Evil God cannot be annihilated, I shall claim a portion of its power... and depart from the Qianxue state boundary. Should an opportunity arise in the future, I will ensure its complete destruction. If not, I suppose I shall simply... consume it as a morsel."

A morsel...

Lord Yellow Mountain's mind went momentarily blank.

He found Mo Hua's declaration to be utterly beyond human discourse.

Yet, it likely strayed from divine pronouncements too.

For even celestial beings would scarcely utter such audacious words.

"Never mind, then..."

Lord Yellow Mountain uttered a deep sigh.

Slowly, he began to reconcile himself with the unbelievable reality unfolding.

In the grand tapestry of creation, when the heavens and earth were formed and all existence brought forth, it occasionally gave rise to beings that defied all known categories, existing outside the natural order.

"Young friend, you must... exercise extreme caution. The Evil God is no trivial foe," Lord Yellow Mountain implored with utmost sincerity.

Mo Hua acknowledged with a simple, "I am aware."

He possessed a considerable understanding of the Evil God and accorded it the deference it deserved, refraining from any rash actions that might present the being with an opening.

A brief silence then settled between them.

Lord Yellow Mountain exhaled, a sense of relief washing over him.

Mo Hua regarded Lord Yellow Mountain once more, a touch of melancholy coloring his tone:

"I fear I will not have the opportunity to visit again. Once I descend the mountain, I will procure some Spirit Stones and arrange for the reconstruction of your temple. Provisions will also be made for the burning of incense and offering of fruits during the customary festivals."

Lord Yellow Mountain paused, experiencing a complex mix of emotions, uncertain whether Mo Hua was a terrifying 'Evil Monster' or a genuinely benevolent young soul.

He let out another long breath and expressed his gratitude, "Thank you, young friend."

Their reunion had been fleeting. After concluding their exchange and completing the necessary rituals, Mo Hua rose to take his leave, saying, "Mountain Lord, until our paths cross again."

Lord Yellow Mountain watched Mo Hua depart, contemplating this 'Little Ancestor' who would no longer grace his presence, and the Evil God who would now leave the Qianxue state boundary with him. His initial sensation was one of profound relief.

But as the realization truly sank in, that Mo Hua was indeed departing permanently.

That there would be no more shared conversations, no more offerings, no more inquiries.

In this isolated mountain wilderness, a companion for discourse would be absent, and the warmth of attentive care from a youth would vanish.

Lord Yellow Mountain's heart suddenly felt a vast emptiness.

He could only watch as Mo Hua began his descent, his figure gradually receding into the embrace of the mountain forests, murmuring softly to himself:

"Take care..."