Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 1164: Chapter 701 God-slaying

In front of the River God Temple.

Mo Hua’s small body stood in confrontation with the tall and menacing River God, yet his presence did not falter in the slightest.

The surroundings had turned into ruins, with broken walls and dilapidated temples.

Most of the River God Temple had been submerged by the River God’s Divine Skills of the Immeasurable Blood River, and then scorched to near oblivion by Mo Hua’s Divine Thought Manifestation of the Li Fire Compound Formation.

Amidst the ruins, only the square where the Fish Cultivator knelt and the grand hall behind the River God remained intact.

The River God gazed at Mo Hua with deep wariness in its eyes.

Mo Hua looked back, calm and fearless, but he also felt that it was quite troublesome, especially this kind of overwhelming “Divine Skills” of the blood river.

Even for a cultivator who tempered Divine Thought into Sword, unless their Sword Intent was at the peak of perfection, facing such a powerful blood river Divine Skill would likely spell doom.

That senior Sword Cultivator from the past must have breached this blood river Divine Skill.

But when Mo Hua deduced the cause and effect, he saw nothing.

It must have been the massive fluctuations from the Divine Thought confrontation that obscured the causality, making his deduction fleeting and the details of the battle impossible to discern.

That senior must have gotten the true transmission of the Taixu Gate’s Sword Transformation, and after years of honing in the Sword Dao, possessed such Divine Thought Power that he could face a deity head-on.

But an ordinary cultivator, even an ordinary Sword Cultivator who practices Divine Thought into sword, would stand no chance against such formidable Divine Skills of a true deity.

“This is… the true power of a deity.”

“Innate Divine Ability…”

Mo Hua was shocked, and then he couldn’t help but think:

“…I wonder if I could learn it?”

Divine Skills!

Just by hearing the two words, one senses their might!

If I could learn it, wouldn’t I be just as powerful as a deity?

Mo Hua was somewhat tempted.

However, he also knew that he wasn’t a true “deity,” and since this Divine Skill was innate, it’s probably not something that can be learned later in life.

What a pity…

Mo Hua once again sized up the River God.

For now, he seemed to be evenly matched with this giant fish-head, but actually defeating it didn’t seem so easy.

The River God harbored the same thoughts.

It regarded Mo Hua with more solemnity in its demeanor, slowly saying in a hoarse voice:

“In the past few centuries, you are the second one to give this deity such trouble.”

“The first was a Sword Cultivator.”

“Centuries ago, he came here alone, armed with just his sword, intending to eradicate this deity’s Dao. His swordsmanship was profound and unfathomable, his Sword Intent extremely fierce…”

“If not for this deity’s slightly superior skill, I would have nearly been defeated by his hands.”

“But no matter how strong his Sword Intent, he was still just a ‘human,’ and couldn’t change the fragility of his Divine Sense.”

“You, however, are different…”

The River God’s gaze widened slightly, containing a measure of awe.

“…Your Divine Thought is very strong; your experience in Divine Thought Slaughter is extensive; your Divine Thought tactics are also endless, capable of manifesting Spells and even such profound Formations…”

“It can be said that you are more like a ‘deity’ than a ‘human’.”

“But even if your Divine Thought is stronger, your Power of Killing is far less than that of the Sword Cultivator from back then.”

“His Divine Thought was too extreme, Divine Thought into sword, Divine Thought was the sword, hence his sword could injure me, but I could also easily inflict heavy damage on him.”

“While your Divine Thought, uniting attack and defense, is too evenly strong, even if I use Divine Skills, I can’t kill you, but conversely, you also can’t do anything to me…”

The River God’s expression was cold.

Mo Hua licked his lips, “How do you know if you don’t try.”

Without another word, he once again charged fiercely towards the River God, engaging in close combat.

Up close, they fought with punches and kicks, from a distance, he restrained the River God with Spells, occasionally manifesting a few Formations to blast it.

The River God countered Mo Hua’s moves, using White Bone fish spears, conjuring blood spikes for combat, or using the blood river Divine Skills to corrode Mo Hua’s Divine Thought.

But this time, the Divine Skills were on a smaller scale, creating only a blood-colored river of Evil Thoughts within a few meters around it, using this to limit Mo Hua’s assault.

After dozens of rounds like this, Mo Hua seemed to have a slight advantage, but it was hard to declare a winner, and indeed, as the River God said, he simply could not best it.

Suddenly realizing something, Mo Hua’s hand glowed with Golden Light, and he threw a punch, which the River God blocked with its blood-colored demonic claws.

Mo Hua took the opportunity to retreat and increase the distance, unhappily saying:

“Are you stalling for time?”

Once the River God realized that Mo Hua understood, it smirked slightly, showing its ghastly white fangs.

“You are human, and humans have fleshly bodies. All I need is to keep you in this Dreamland, until your physical body outside rots away, or an accident occurs, leading to the destruction of your physical body…”

“Even if your Divine Thought is strong, without a foundation, you’ll end up a drifting duckweed, either dying a godly death, or devolving into an Evil Ghost…”

“If you die a godly death, it’s self-contained from beginning to end.”

“If you turn into an Evil Ghost, you will be greatly weakened and no match for me.”

“So, from the moment you entered the Dreamland, this deity was already on invincible ground.”

Mo Hua frowned tightly, pondered for a moment, and then honestly said:

“I concede, I don’t want to play anymore, can you let me out?”

The River God’s eyelid twitched.

This little devil really had some nerve.

Having lived for so long and seen so many humans and supernatural beings, it had never seen anyone concede so readily, so calmly, and with such an air of righteousness.

But it didn’t believe him.

This little cultivator, though young, was cunning and peculiar, and not a single word he said could be trusted.

The River God scoffed and did not respond.

Mo Hua sighed, and without another word, immediately turned and ran.

The River God was initially unconcerned, but upon seeing the direction of Mo Hua’s escape towards the Fish Cultivator’s worship square, its gaze flashed sharply.