The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2389: Earth-shattering Massacre

A peculiar grinning visage radiated an aura of ruin.

A thread of disintegrating spiritual power, akin to the genesis of a virulent plague, streamed from the smiling face. It infiltrated the grand formation's main pivot, contaminating it instantly along a predetermined path.

The inherent enigmas of the mystery formation started to unfurl, revealing their true nature.

One by one, peculiar formation patterns surfaced, blossoming like spectral poppies before dissolving entirely.

An unnerving silence descended first.

The reversed spiritual power birthed a destructive force that fragmented spiritual power and swallowed sound, plunging all into tenebrosity.

Subsequently, a startling detonation ripped through the air.

This was the might of Second Grade disintegrating power, which eroded the Third Grade pivot's structure, inducing imbalance and igniting a colossal explosion.

Mr. Tu found himself precisely at the epicenter of this cataclysm.

Yet, he was utterly powerless.

He could only bear witness as the reversed spirit formation unfurled like blossoming flora, bearing fearsome disintegrating power and utterly annihilating everything in its path.

The ebony disintegrating power and the crimson explosive force commingled in the abyss of the blood sacrifice array, annihilating the central pivot.

The colossal beast skeletons from the Great Wilderness began to fracture, crumble, and descend into the earth vein blood river beneath this onslaught of destruction.

Mountain rocks splintered, and clouds of smoke and dust ascended.

A swirling vortex of black and red array power intertwined.

The labyrinthine structure of flesh and blood started to shudder and collapse.

The heart of the blood sacrifice array disintegrated completely, turning to dust under the explosive force.

In its entirety, the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation, deprived of the formation eye's malevolent support, ceased its operations as its energy supply was cut off.

The sanguine, malevolent luminosity began to wane.

The vast, blood-hued ocean on the horizon halted its ceaseless churning.

...

Upon the Sword Observation Tower.

The assembled Ancestors of the Heaven Void Sect were struck with a pallor.

"The blood sacrifice array... has ceased functioning?"

"What could be the reason?"

A Formation Master ancestor furrowed his brow, stating, "The internal array power is in disarray, exhibiting intense formation fluctuations. It appears... the core mechanism has malfunctioned, the formation pivot... self-destructed?"

"Is such a thing even possible?"

"With the pivot's self-destruction and the array's cessation, the blessing of the blood sacrifice array is gone. These demon cultivators have lost their most significant advantage. Why not seize this moment to launch an assault?"

"Opportunities must not be squandered..."

An aged voice interjected, "Nay."

The Heaven Void Ancestors turned their gazes towards Elder Master Xun.

Elder Master Xun's brows were deeply furrowed, his voice resonating with profound gravity and chilling intent:

"This is merely... the prelude..."

He, a Fifth Grade Formation Master, could sense that the current inversion of spiritual power was but a "warm-up." The true, formidable transformations were accumulating within the grand formation, and its immense destructive aura had yet to be unleashed...

"The prelude?"

The pupils of the Heaven Void Ancestors dilated slightly. They then held their breath, focusing their attention into the distance.

...

Within the confines of the blood sacrifice array.

The array's collapse, triggered by the pivot's explosion, sent ripples of power outward, instantly obliterating some demon cultivators and profoundly startling the majority of the remaining ones.

A gathering of demon heads were simultaneously shocked and incensed, yet uncertain of the exact cause.

Amidst the wreckage of the shattered pivot, lay a multitude of mangled demon cultivator corpses and scattered dismembered limbs.

Moments later, dust billowed as mountain stones fragmented.

Four potent auras surged forth.

Mr. Tu and Shangguan Wang, shielded by the golden corpse of the Feather Transformation stage cultivator from Yin Corpse Valley, along with the elder from the Demon Sword Sect, protected by his demonic sword, manifested with blood-drenched figures.

Having endured gnawing from myriad demonic beasts in the Yanluo Mountain abyss, they found themselves in dire straits for a second time in a short span.

They were caught in the immediate vicinity of the pivot's immense self-destructive force.

However, such a self-destruction was merely Third Grade; the resulting blast was not overwhelming, nor did it persist unduly, thus only injuring these four Feather Transformations rather than claiming their lives.

Survival is inherent to the Feather Transformation stage.

Having been repeatedly schemed against and harmed, their current wretched state ignited fierce killing intent within the eyes of several of these Feather Transformation cultivators.

While the precise cause remained elusive, based on the formation's performance alone, they surmised that these were the machinations of Mo Hua.

"If we ever capture that brat, his background be damned, we shall disembowel him, sever his limbs, lop off his head, and refine him into a corpse slave as a dire lesson..."

The demon path Feather Transformations silently swore vengeance.

Mr. Tu, in particular, harbored a hatred for Mo Hua that pierced the very heavens. If animosity alone could deal death, Mo Hua would have ceased to exist by now.

His earlier guess had proven to be accurate.

The Second Grade reversed spirit formation shattered with a might equivalent to a third-grade golden core's power.

Furthermore, despite being an ultimate formation and involving disintegration, its power transcended the very concept of Law.

This indicated that even though Mo Hua was merely a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, he now wielded the capability to destabilize a quasi-third-grade grand array through the reversed spirit formation.

And precisely as anticipated, by employing the reversed spirit formation, he obliterated the central core of the blood sacrifice array.

With its pivot destroyed, the entire grand formation was rendered useless.

Under the present dire conditions, re-establishing the center of the blood sacrifice array, while facing pressure from the various aristocratic families and sects of Qianxue, presented an almost insurmountable challenge.

At this juncture, a lifetime of meticulous planning and dedicated endeavor had been completely and utterly 'ruined' by Mo Hua.

Recollecting that peculiar, sneering youthful visage, Mr. Tu felt his blood boil, his heart ache, and his eyes become webbed with crimson streaks.

"Mr. Tu," Feather Transformation from the Yin Corpse Valley rasped, his voice hoarse, "Is there any method to salvage the blood sacrifice array?"

The elder from the Demon Sword Sect added, "Should we find ourselves unable to proceed, we must make arrangements proactively. Whether to retreat or remain, to attack or defend, all must be organized in advance."

As the saying goes, as long as the green hills remain, one need never fear a lack of firewood.

After all, as a practitioner of the demon path, Feather Transformation had surely weathered his fair share of life's tribulations!