The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2261: Blood Sacrifice of the Desolate Heavens (2)

A sneer curled on an ancestor's lips as he declared, "A prestigious fifth-grade noble family, along with a mighty Feather Transformation Realm elder, stooping to such desperate measures—risking utter ruin and shame just to kidnap this child—proves that the kid is pivotal and must never end up in the grasp of those wicked demons..."

"Furthermore, the hundreds of heavenly pride disciples across our Qianxue state boundary hold the utmost importance."

"These heavenly pride disciples hail from the Four Great Sects, Eight Great Gates, Twelve Streams, and even some elite talents from the Qianxue Hundred Gates; we cannot allow any harm to befall them, or else the painstaking efforts of our sects over countless years will crumble in an instant..."

Though the Qianxue Conference occurs every three years, featuring numerous genius disciples each time,

this edition stands apart from previous ones. The prodigious seedlings of every sect surpass their predecessors in spiritual roots, innate talent, and comprehension abilities.

This gathering boasts the highest concentration of talent ever.

Indeed, it may well embody the ancient proverb: during eras of fierce rivalry, geniuses flourish in droves.

Should these gifted disciples mature into powerhouses, they are destined to become the backbone of their sects moving forward.

Some might even elevate their sects to unprecedented heights.

To lose all these disciples would feel like carving out the very hearts of each sect’s ancestors.

"No matter the price, shatter the Demon Path Great Formation!"

"Likewise, spare no effort to save the heavenly pride disciples from the Four Sects, Eight Gates, and Twelve Streams!"

This ironclad command came straight from the sect ancestors, relayed to the mightiest sects in the Qianxue state boundary.

Nearly every elder from the various sects mobilized en masse.

Inner sect disciples hurried toward the third-grade Yanluo Mountain as well.

Here unfolded the ultimate clash between righteousness and demonic forces.

This marked the grandest, most expansive, gravest, and most ferocious surge of Demon Path malevolence in the Qianxue state boundary for nearly a thousand years.

Besides the sinister demon cultivators, they confronted a colossal evil path great formation.

Even a mere second-grade Demon Path Great Formation in a third-grade state boundary would prove terrifyingly potent and drenched in gore.

Not to mention the third-grade aura radiating from the Demon Path Great Formation arrayed before them.

A third-grade state boundary harboring a third-grade Demon Path Great Formation posed an almost insurmountable challenge. Breaching it, if possible at all, would leave the land soaked in blood, strewn with corpses, and piled high with the fallen...

All the Heaven Void Ancestors wore grave expressions.

Elder Master Xun lifted his gaze to the far-off heavens, beholding the evil formation's coalescing presence, the dim crimson glow, and the malevolent intents swirling within that glow—his brows knitting deeper with worry.

The Demon Path Great Formation was inherently a nightmare to confront.

Yet Elder Master Xun understood this demonic calamity ran far deeper than it appeared.

Lurking inside this Demon Path Great Formation were even more dreadful origins, spawning abominations beyond imagination...

His greatest concern right now fixed on Mo Hua, trapped at the epicenter of these demonic intents.

"Child, you must survive..."

Elder Master Xun murmured a silent prayer in his heart.

Meanwhile, Gu Changhuai—dispatched by the Taoist Court to aid in purging demons at Yanluo Mountain—joined forces with Zhen Lan, Murong Caiyun, Hua Qianqian, and a band of sect disciples plus other cultivators tied closely to Mo Hua. All harbored quiet anxieties, inwardly urging Mo Hua to stay safe.

"Mo Hua, nothing must happen to you..."

...

"Mo Hua!"

"Mo Hua..."

"Junior Brother..."

"Junior Brother, wake up..."

Amid utter blackness,

Mo Hua sensed waves of concern washing over him, alongside voices repeatedly uttering his name.

Through the fog of his mind, those calls echoed both far and close. Gradually, Mo Hua's awareness sharpened; he fought to pry open his eyes, revealing a cluster of worried faces summoning him by name.

Situ, Cheng Mo, Xiaoxiao, Hao Xuan... over a dozen figures, all his junior brothers.

"Junior Brother has awakened!"

As Mo Hua's eyes fluttered open, Situ Jian and Linghu Xiao brimmed with joy, their relief palpable.

Mo Hua massaged his eyes, memories flooding back at last.

He'd been whisked to Xuantian Peak, which then vanished elsewhere, only to crumble apart—leaving him ensnared in rubble plummeting earthward.

With no stable footing midair and Xuantian Peak's debris hindering his mobility techniques, his weakened state left him helpless.

Thankfully, the five robust Tai’a brothers, alongside Cheng Mo and other sturdy disciples, took shifts as his "human shields," sparing him grave wounds—though the impact knocked him out briefly.

Mo Hua clutched his head, regaining his strength bit by bit, then surveyed his surroundings.

A grim vista of gray haze and bloody tint stretched everywhere. Twisted mountain trails snaked through poisonous fog blanketing the skies, while fetid swamps bubbled with rot.

The scene brimmed with danger and eeriness, yet rang a faint bell of recognition.

"Could this be... Yanluo Mountain?"

Mo Hua's brow creased slightly.

During the Demon Sect encirclement, he'd pored over Yanluo Mountain's maps; later, he'd explored it firsthand, making the terrain here all too familiar.

Yanluo Mountain had always been a chaotic deathtrap, ideal for the Demon Sect's lair.

Now, however, it pulsed with far bloodier, more ominous malice than before.

Echoes of a vast, sinister, imposing formation lingered throughout.

"A Great Formation?!"

"This thick demonic energy... could it be an Evil Path Great Formation?"

Shock etched across Mo Hua’s face.

Had he landed smack in the heart of an Evil Path Great Formation?

A cocktail of tension, dread, and faint excitement stirred within Mo Hua.

Suddenly, he recalled the White Bone Formation Steles he'd uncovered in Yanluo Mountain previously.

Those steles bore hideous, blood-soaked runes, drawing airborne blood qi from every direction to feed the crimson etchings.

Sated on gore, the blood runes appeared to stir with life, twisting faintly amid chilling spectral wails.