The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2280: Demon Valley (part 3)

Previously, it might not have been an issue, but with Mo Hua now as the "leader," and these paragons trailing behind him, he absolutely cannot guide them all to their doom.

"Never mind, it's wiser to hold back at times. Striking at the Golden Core Evil Formation Masters right now feels rather unwise, so we'll let them off temporarily..."

Mo Hua pondered silently in his mind.

Researching the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation could wait for later.

The urgent matter now was to escape the Yanluo Mountain evil formation without delay.

He and his companions had slain over eighty Evil Formation Masters. Should this become known, it would undoubtedly provoke vengeance from the Evil God and demon cultivators.

Even if kept under wraps meticulously, such secrecy would only last a short while, not indefinitely.

Furthermore, the evil qi thickening in the atmosphere grew ever denser.

Should they linger too long without escaping, countless complications would arise.

Mo Hua thought intently, then promptly instructed the group without delay, "Gather your belongings and come with me."

Entering the formation from outside proved exceedingly difficult, yet leaving from within was comparatively simpler.

Particularly after Mo Hua had eliminated numerous Evil Formation Masters and scrutinized the formation diagrams they abandoned, gaining a solid grasp on the Yanluo Mountain grand formation's layout.

This insight remained confined to its outward structure, nowhere near sufficient for "perceiving," "manipulating," or "rebuilding" the grand formation, much less aligning with Mo Hua's personal benchmarks.

Nevertheless, charting a safe passage proved entirely feasible.

After all, the gap in complexity between erecting a structure and simply escorting people from it was vast.

Provided he could safely extract these hundreds of Qianxue paragons and his junior brothers from Yanluo Mountain, the mission would be fulfilled.

Having settled on this strategy, Mo Hua took the lead position.

The paragons trailed after Mo Hua in hushed silence.

Bit by bit, they departed the Formation Core Hall, traversing concealed passages toward Yanluo Mountain's outer exit.

En route, the path twisted upward then downward, meandering through sheer cliffs one instant, balancing along narrow beams the next, and squeezing through tight corridors...

Mo Hua navigated effortlessly, as though strolling his own home garden, his every movement precise, inspiring awe among the others at his mastery over the evil path formation, akin to its very architect.

Thus, their journey proceeded remarkably unhindered.

Mo Hua deftly sidestepped nearly every patrolling demon cultivator and vigilant formation.

Whenever unavoidable encounters with demon cultivators arose, Mo Hua seized control of them, enabling the paragons to dispatch them cleanly, leaving no evidence behind.

As they advanced, Yanluo Mountain's exit loomed ahead.

The sole barrier remaining was a lengthy stone bridge spanning a shadowy, bottomless chasm below.

Mo Hua halted abruptly, his expression turning gravely serious.

"Junior Brother, what's the matter?" Situ Jian inquired.

Mo Hua shook his head with a sigh, "We cannot leave just yet."

Situ Jian creased his brow, mirrored by the bewilderment on others' faces.

Mo Hua gestured toward the valley beneath, "Peer down there carefully—hold your breaths, suppress your auras completely, avoid detection."

Obeying Mo Hua's directive, all held their breaths, concealed their presence, and peered downward warily.

Upon witnessing this, every face blanched deathly white, devoid of any hue.

The chasm plunged into profound darkness, yet upon closer inspection, crimson-stained earth veins at its depths became faintly discernible.

Nestled amid these earth veins writhed clusters of grotesque flesh masses.

Resembling embryos, these flesh lumps oozed black amniotic fluid, shrouded in foul-smelling mucus layers. Through the sheer casing, twisted human appendages fused with monstrous demonic forms could be dimly perceived within.

The earth veins sustained their growth.

Some embryos expanded sluggishly, while others had burst free of their husks, emerging as gore-drenched flesh demons with fang-filled maws that ripped into nearby bloody remnants, devouring piecemeal to evolve further...

Such demons crammed the valley floor densely, even surging along the blood river into distant shadowy expanses without apparent limit.

In the boundless gloom, blood-tinged earth veins nurtured endless embryos and demonic abominations...

This hellish vista chilled the sect disciples to their cores, as if thrust into frozen depths.

Tumbling into that abyss spelled certain horror.

The tiniest error drawing the demons' notice would summon an overwhelming horde from the valley, rendering flight impossible.

Moreover, if these demons spilled from the valley, surging like a flood into Qianxue's domain, it heralded world-ending catastrophe, with myriad lives extinguished.

Most novice cultivators would merely serve as fodder for the flesh demons.

Dread gripped every disciple.

In the midst of his astonishment, Mo Hua gained sudden insight, at last grasping...

The reason behind Mr. Tu's mass slaughter and demon breeding, and its ultimate aim.

He comprehended why, within the nightmare, he felled legions of evil spirits and demonic beasts, yet in the waking world, beyond the blood village's fish aberrations, flesh monsters were scarcely encountered.

All these flesh and blood demons had been sequestered by Mr. Tu in these sanguine earth veins, deep inside the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation.

Mo Hua's eyes intensified as he unraveled the essence of "Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice."

The Great Wilderness's demon-refining rites split into tangible and intangible categories.

Tangible manifested as flesh; intangible as evil spirits.

Evil God devotees bartered cultivators, annihilated clans wholesale, forging sacrifices from the slaughter.

Cultivators' flesh forged into flesh and blood demons.

Their lingering souls refined into evil spirit demons.

Flesh demons assaulted the mortal realm.

Evil spirit demons spawned nightmares.

In essence, Mr. Tu commanded two vast "demon legions."

One legion of evil spirit demons, cultivated in the Divine Authority Tree's altar.

One legion of flesh and blood demons, nurtured in the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation.

Upon activation of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation, malevolent forces would blanket sky and land. Both legions would unleash fully, invading the world—massacring cultivators, gorging on souls, unleashing carnage in reality and despair in dreams.

Heaven and earth remain indifferent, deeming all as mere dogs of straw.

Ultimately, illusion and reality would shatter boundaries, merging the waking realm with nightmares, paving the Evil God's true advent.

By that point, every cultivator under heaven would drown in torment and hopelessness, butchery and terror. Flesh and souls alike would fuel the Great Wilderness Master's "sacrifices."

From vitality to demise, from body to spirit, nothing escapes.

This is... the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice.