Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2428 Chapter 1101: Heavenly Demon

Mo Hua vigilantly observed the strange void rift within the chamber, his brow furrowed in thought.

"Is this the void transmission deployed by the Patriarch?"

"Or is some other entity manipulating events?"

"Whatever the case, how fares the Patriarch currently..."

Mo Hua's countenance bore a somber hue.

Should he venture into it?

After a moment of contemplation, Mo Hua shook his head decisively.

At this particular juncture, there was no need for hesitation; this rift was undeniably problematic.

This was evident from the chilling, eerie aura that emanated from it.

Mo Hua harbored no certainty regarding the rift's destination.

He absolutely could not enter.

Disregarding the void rift altogether, Mo Hua reclined on the bed and closed his eyes, seeking rest.

Void transmission was a capability exclusive to the Heaven Void Realm; he had not attained that level and could offer no interference, thus, it was best to let it be.

Beside the couch, the space was insufficient for the unsettling phenomena to rest without disturbance.

However, this was a concern for ordinary individuals.

Mo Hua encountered unsettling matters daily; he had grown accustomed to even an Evil God lingering around his neck.

The abyssal, frigid void rift spanned the room, exuding a palpable sense of danger.

Mo Hua paid it no mind, yet moments later, familiar voices began to echo near his ear.

Ancient, resolute, unyielding voices — it was the voice of Patriarch Dugu.

Patriarch Dugu was imparting the sword technique to him.

Following that, it seemed Elder Master Xun was gradually instructing him in the art of Formations.

His fellow disciples within the same sect addressed him as "Senior Brother."

Subsequently, his parents, childhood companions, and the elders from Tongxian City conversed with him.

Faintly, Mo Hua could still discern his Senior Brother Bai Zisheng enthusiastically urging him to witness the Monster Hunting play.

As well as his Senior Sister, softly uttering his name...

"Mo Hua..."

Mo Hua's eyes slowly opened, his expression darkening, and he cast a cold gaze upon the ominous void rift.

"Attempting to tempt me?"

"I am truly curious to witness what dares to tempt me..."

Mo Hua rose, his gaze profound, and advanced towards the void rift, proceeding as usual to enter it and traverse space.

The world whirled, the darkness was dim, and upon reopening his eyes, he found himself surrounded by a desolate forest littered with broken swords and ancient tombs.

This was the Sword Tomb Forbidden Land, situated behind Taixu Mountain.

However, it bore certain distinctions from the forbidden land Mo Hua remembered.

All around, suppressing Formations and golden chains densely encased the entire forbidden area, and a potent Sealing Power permeated the very heavens and earth.

The surrounding scenery flickered, appearing both tangible and spectral.

For a moment, Mo Hua could not ascertain whether he was dreaming or experiencing reality.

At this instant, an immensely powerful and chilling Evil Demon aura surged forth.

The entire forbidden land was instantaneously engulfed by a ferocious gale.

The Sealing Formation activated with utmost intensity, emitting a blinding luminescence, and the golden chains began to vibrate violently.

It appeared as though a "significant entity" was on the verge of manifestation.

Mo Hua's expression shifted slightly as he turned towards the source of the disturbance, observing a tear in the sky from which a colossal claw, wreathed in resentful black energy, extended.

Almost simultaneously, a sharp, pure white sword light pierced the sky, imbued with formidable Sword Intent, directly severing the Devil's Claw.

Patriarch Dugu!

Mo Hua exclaimed in shock. Turning his head, he witnessed Patriarch Dugu seated in solitude before an ancient grave beneath the sky's tear, with an incredibly pure Sword Intent coalescing at his fingertips, laden with an exceptionally sharp killing intent.

This was the first occasion Mo Hua had observed Patriarch Dugu manifesting his Divine Thought into a sword strike.

It was also, thus far, the most potent killer move Mo Hua had witnessed, formed from a cultivator's Divine Thought.

This astonishing Sword Intent exerted an oppressive force, causing Mo Hua's skin to prickle as if stung by countless needles.

Mo Hua's eyes widened slightly in astonishment.

"This is the true... Tai Xu Divine Thought Sword Transformation..."

"It was condensed through a lifetime of dedication, realized from reaching the pinnacle of the Sword Dao; the most unadulterated, pure ultimate God-slaying Sword Forms, untainted by other Laws..."

Mo Hua's own Godslaying Sword was a "makeshift" amalgamation.

But the Godslaying Sword before him represented the essence of a lifetime honed to its utmost purity.

This was Patriarch Dugu's Sword of Divine Thought.

For a fleeting moment, Mo Hua was filled with profound reverence.

This was a rare opportunity, occurring perhaps once in a millennium...

Mo Hua, instinctively, immersed his entire consciousness into the sword light, slowly contemplating and comprehending the most pristine, intricate essence of the Divine Thought Sword Transformation displayed by Patriarch Dugu.

He intended to utilize this understanding to continuously iterate and refine his own God-slaying Sword Technique.

Although the Devil's Claw was severed, from the rift in the sky came several vague roars, and not long after, a new claw extended forth.

A beam of sword light ascended towards the heavens.

The Devil's Claw was once more annihilated by Patriarch Dugu.

Subsequently, incessant assaults from external Demonic Thoughts occurred, each of which was annihilated by Patriarch Dugu using his formidable Divine Thought Sword Computation.

Mo Hua observed with considerable shock, his expression shifting abruptly as he gazed upwards.

He perceived a massive surge of Demonic Qi flowing from the sky's tear, revealing an enormous head.

This colossal head was featureless and faceless, lacking any sensory organs, entirely bone-white.

Yet upon this stark white surface, dark Evil Qi spread like dense ink, ceaselessly delineating distorted visages of happiness, rage, sorrow, and dread, constantly transforming like a rendition of the fleeting world, illustrating the vast spectrum of human feelings.

"Could this be... the Heavenly Demon?"

The Hundred-faced Heavenly Demon?

Mo Hua's pupils contracted slightly.

Concurrently, an astounding sharpness flared in Patriarch Dugu's gaze.

"Vile entity!"

Patriarch Dugu bellowed softly, then elevated both arms; his hands formed sword fingers, converging three inches above his cranium, the potent Sword Intent enveloping him swept forth like a tempest, causing the Sword Tomb to tremble.