Immortality Through Array Formations

Mo Hua tried to express some gratitude but was stopped by Elder Murong, ”You haven’t recovered yet, speak less.”

Mo Hua nodded.

”I won’t disturb your rest.” Elder Murong checked Mo Hua’s injuries, lightly rose, gracefully bowed to Elder Master Xun, then quietly retreated.

Only then did Elder Master Xun walk to Mo Hua’s bedside, looking at him worriedly.

”Sorry for causing you trouble.”

Although Elder Murong advised him not to speak, Mo Hua still rasped a thank you.

Elder Master Xun shook his head, ”It’s good if you’re alright.”

He gave Mo Hua another deep look, as the scenes of blood, black mist, evil thoughts, and even sword intent that had just appeared on Mo Hua’s face flashed through his mind, and he frowned.

”Did you... encounter an evil spirit?”

Mo Hua obediently nodded, ”Encountered... a little.”

”How is it now?”

”Resolved...”

Elder Master Xun glanced at Mo Hua’s eyes, seeing that although he appeared weak, his gaze was clear and bright, and a divine presence emanated from within, he slightly relaxed, ”Are there any aftereffects?”

Mo Hua shook his head.

”Hmm, that’s good...” said Elder Master Xun, then stood up to leave, ”Take a good rest, and discuss anything once you are well.”

Mo Hua’s throat hurt too much to speak, so he just earnestly nodded.

Elder Master Xun’s profound gaze assessed Mo Hua from head to toe, confirming that the ”precious disciple” of Taixu Gate was indeed free of serious issues before he slowly turned to leave.

Yet, upon leaving the Pill Room, Elder Master Xun’s expression instantly darkened.

”In this Taixu Mountain, why would one inexplicably attract an evil spirit?”

”Moreover, the black mist is so thick, almost a fundamental source of evil, this is quite extraordinary...”

”And... sword intent?”

Elder Master Xun was puzzled.

Mo Hua is not a Sword Cultivator, so how could there be such intense sword intent emanating from him?

Moreover, this sword intent is complex and obscure, hiding something strange within that even made this ancestor feel faintly uneasy.

Where did he learn it?

Who taught him?

...

Elder Master Xun paused to contemplate, his thoughts tumultuous as waves, with a heaviness between his brows like a mountain. After a moment, he sighed deeply.

”This child... really knows how to entangle with karma.”

”I wonder if my Taixu Gate can truly suppress it...”

Elder Master Xun shook his head, slowly stepping away, and in just a few steps, his figure completely disappeared, leaving the Pill Room.

Inside the Pill Room, Mo Hua still felt somewhat weak, his eyelids heavy like lead. After a while, he could no longer resist and fell into a deep sleep.

As Mo Hua slept, he was completely unaware that the vital energy around him was undergoing changes.

The heavenly secret flowed slowly, and karmic chains appeared, using Mo Hua’s presence as the ”foundation,” threading through his past and reaching into his future.

This existence within the heavenly secret, tracing back to the past, anchoring the present, and leading to the future, was the karmic chain that constituted his life chart.

Mo Hua slept, but his life chart trembled.

A mass of pitch-black mist, filled with an intensely resentful hatred after being slain, as substantial as reality, crawled into his life chart along the karmic chain.

Afterward, this black mist throbbed like a heart, incubating like an embryo, eventually transforming into the form it once had:

A sinister, pitch-black, terrifyingly corrupted, young ”Mo Hua.”

With a cry terrifying enough to frighten Ghost God.

”Dark Mo Hua” opened its eyes.

Its pupils were pitch black, carrying pure malice, surveying its surroundings.

A fierce ghost, with a form seemingly there yet elusive.

Ferocious zombies covering the mountains.

And a Corpse King, with a copper head and iron bones, blood-red eyes raging, terrifyingly majestic, exuding a breath of karmic mutation.

Like an Evil Baby, Dark Mo Hua cried again.

This cry carried immense intimidation, whistling through with an ominous wind.

The ghostly woman remained silent, the mountain-blanketing zombies were frozen with fear, only the Corpse King revealed its ferocious fangs with bloodshot eyes.

But the Evil Baby made no other moves, just slowly closed its eyes and went back to sleep, while beneath it, thick black water seeped out, like evil amniotic fluid, devouring the karma, feeding itself, growing bit by bit.