Immortality Through Array Formations

Mo Hua put away his paper and brush, released his Divine Sense to sense the position of the Fog Formation, and started to make his way deeper into the mountain.

After a few steps, Mo Hua suddenly thought: others can set up Formations, and so can he.

In his Storage Bag, there were still some stone needles painted with the Compass Child Formation left unused from the Inner Mountain; it was the perfect time to scatter them along the way.

Should any unforeseen incident arise, he would be warned in advance.

Preparation ensures success, and lack of it leads to failure.

Having a contingency plan is always better than being caught off guard when danger strikes.

Thus, as Mo Hua walked along following the position of the Fog Formation, he stealthily planted the Compass Child stone needles in concealed spots.

As he walked, Mo Hua became increasingly familiar with the paths within the Foggy Forest.

However, despite walking for a long time, he still did not encounter any trace of the Sin Cultivators.

Mo Hua furrowed his brows. Had he overlooked something? Or were these Sin Cultivators hiding particularly well?

Should he turn back? Maybe try again next time?

While he was hesitating, suddenly the sound of footsteps reached his ears.

Mo Hua was startled, realizing that there were no rocks or dense underbrush to provide cover, so he took three steps as two, using the Water Passing Step, and went straight up the tree next to him.

Mo Hua crouched down on a tree branch and then noticed that he was already using the Concealment Technique. An ordinary Qi Refinement cultivator would not see him, and their Divine Sense could not detect him either.

But it’s always best to be cautious. Safe sailing lasts a thousand years.

What if the newcomer was a Foundation Building Cultivator?

The footsteps drew nearer, and within the thick fog, the outlines of two people became faintly visible, accompanied by some muffled conversation.

“Brother… this is the way, right? You’re not fooling me, are you?”

“Relax, it’s correct.”

“This damn fog is just too thick… We’ve been walking for ages…”

“If the fog wasn’t thick, wouldn’t we be discovered?”

“… Can we go in?”

“What, you don’t trust me?”

…

As they drew closer, it turned out to be two cultivators, one fat and one thin, both in the later stage of the Qi Refinement Realm.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief, as long as they weren’t Foundation Building cultivators it would be fine.

For a cultivator in the Qi Refinement Realm, even if they saw through his Concealment Technique, he had ways to cope.

Besides, unless a cultivator in the Qi Refinement Realm possessed Divine Sense of the Foundation Establishment level, they wouldn’t be able to see through his Concealment Technique at all.

Mo Hua looked more carefully and found that the fog was dense and blurry, making it impossible to see the faces of the two men. However, given their different clothing and voices—one sharp and the other reckless—and their somewhat sneaky behavior, they were probably not up to any good.

“Could they be Sin Cultivators?”

Mo Hua’s eyes lit up—if they were Sin Cultivators, that would give him a clue.

Even if they weren’t Sin Cultivators from deep in the mountains, they must still know the way there.

The fat and thin cultivators walked side by side. Mo Hua climbed down from the tree and then stealthily followed behind them.

The two talked as they walked, completely unaware that someone was tailing them.

The fat and thin cultivators wandered through the Foggy Forest, consulting a map one moment and pointing out the pathways the next. After turning past several mountain passes and arriving in front of a large tree stump, the two stopped.

“Is this the place?” the thin cultivator asked.

“Indeed,” replied the fat cultivator with a nod.

“What do we do next?”

“We wait.”

“Wait for what?”

“Wait for midnight, the third watch.”

Mo Hua’s heart skipped a beat, and he immediately thought of that phrase:

Midnight, the third watch, to offer one’s name and seek a path.

It seemed that they were from out of town, wanting to throw in their lot with the Sin Cultivators in the deep mountains.

Mo Hua frowned—did he really have to wait along with them?

Time was getting on; he wanted to head back soon.

But having come this far, if he didn’t follow them, the lead would be lost, and he might never get such an opportunity again in the future.

“Guess I’ll wait…”

And Mo Hua patiently waited as well.

As noon approached and the fat and thin cultivators grew bored, they also felt hungry and took out some dry food to eat.