Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2798: Chapter 119: Sinister Scheme (Part 2)

Yet, Mo Hua still found it incredibly bizarre.

He recalled a past doubt:

Is the Heaven Yan Jue cultivation technique truly something a ”human” can cultivate?

Now that I’m still in Foundation Establishment, I can only rely on ”consuming the Evil God” to advance. What about the future?

If one day I reach Golden Core or Feather Transformation, what then can I consume?

What would happen if I ever reach Heaven Void?

Would I end up consuming the heavens themselves?

Mo Hua sighed, perceiving the path to be arduous, the future dim, and shook his head, too lazy to ponder further, thus directly exiting the Sea of Consciousness.

After leaving the Sea of Consciousness, Mo Hua meditated for a while, adjusting to the enhanced Divine Sense and its coordination with his Sea of Consciousness, as well as his control over his physical body.

Only then did Mo Hua slowly open his eyes.

Having thought it over, he took out the Divine Dao Formation Patterns copied from the statue at the Sibone Tribe for a closer look.

These Divine Dao Formation Patterns, obscure and intricate, did not fall within the realm of normal Formation Masters.

Yet Mo Hua recognized them as the legacy of the ”Divine Lock Formation”.

Because he had studied them before.

At Qian Learning State Boundary, he personally learned the Divine Lock Formation amidst the methods set by ”Mr. Tu”.

Thus, upon seeing the Divine Lock Formation Patterns again, Mo Hua felt an inexplicable familiarity.

Unfortunately, the cunning Mr. Tu had already passed away, and the world and people had changed.

Mo Hua felt a vague sense of nostalgia.

If it weren’t for Mr. Tu...

”Who, exactly, controls the Divine Tao Formation and uses it to imprison the Barbarian God of the Sibone Tribe?”

”Does this person have a connection to Uncle?”

”However... Uncle walks the Gui Tao symbiosis path. Does he really have ’living people’ under him?”

”Which ’living person’ in this world has seen Uncle and yet retained their sanity and gone about painting formations?”

Mo Hua found it hard to fathom.

Moreover, there’s a more crucial question:

”What exactly does Uncle want to do?”

Previously, Mo Hua dared not think deeply on the matter for fear of overstepping bounds and drawing Uncle’s attention.

But now, Uncle’s presence was invisibly drawing closer, forcing Mo Hua to contemplate this very issue.

What does Uncle intend?

Mo Hua’s first conjecture is:

To nurture the Taoist Demon.

This was what Uncle had been doing since Mo Hua first encountered him at Tongxian City:

Inviting disasters to cultivate the Taoist Demon.

Why does Uncle want to nurture the Taoist Demon?

Is it because Uncle’s heart is wicked?

For twisted amusement?

Does he enjoy manipulating minds, watching individuals fall?

Is he insidiously terrifying, delighting in calamity, ushering others to annihilation?

On the surface, these all seem correct.

Yet Mo Hua felt these were mere appearances; at Uncle’s level, he surely harbors none of worldly dichotomies.

Uncle likely seeks the ”Dao”, otherwise he wouldn’t be titled ”Taoist”.

A Taoist is one who pursues the Dao.

Is Uncle nurturing the Taoist Demon in pursuit of his own ”Dao”?

Is this the case in the Great Wilderness as well?

Is Uncle also intending to nurture the Taoist Demon in the Great Wilderness?

Mo Hua frowned.

But the problem is, the territory of the Great Wilderness is vast, its boundary divisions different, absent of sprawling ”state boundaries”, substituting instead the multitude of ”Mountain Realms”.

With so many Mountain Realms, how many Taoist Demons must one cultivate?

Moreover, can Taoist Demons truly be cultivated as such?

Just one Taoist Demon alone is a catastrophic event; there’s no need to mention multiple Taoist Demons.

The Barbaric Wilderness people, even if entirely eradicated, couldn’t yield so many.

Or does Uncle possess another method to cultivate a singular, extraordinary Taoist Demon capable of spanning Mountain Realms and widely spreading disaster?

What would that Taoist Demon be?

Moreover... what to do after the Taoist Demon is developed?

Does Uncle intend to use the Taoist Demon of the Great Wilderness... to prove his own ”Dao”? Then, he...

Mo Hua’s chest trembled as a conjecture slowly emerged:

Is Uncle planning... to nurture demons in the Great Wilderness, to prove the Dao and enter Heaven Void?

”Heaven Void...”

Mo Hua’s demeanor grew solemn.

Uncle, at the realm of Feather Transformation, acclaimed as the ”Taoist” by the Demon Sect, is unprecedented within the Demon Path history.

And now, after cultivating at Feather Transformation for many years, Uncle finally intends... to break into Heaven Void.

So it seems, the entire Great Wilderness is a setup by Uncle for entering Heaven Void?

Betrayal, wars, famine, and then use this opportunity to nurture the Taoist Demon, allowing himself to discern the boundary of reality, break into the Heaven Void, and become a truly terrifying figure, a masterful Gui Tao...

A complete ”Gui Taoist”...

Mo Hua felt chills running down his spine.

His immediate instinctual reaction was:

Escape.

The current Great Wilderness is entirely Uncle’s Tao nurturing and Dao proving ”Taoist Field”.

Uncle has been laying the groundwork for an unknown amount of time, and although it doesn’t appear that way on the surface, he actually holds the ”home advantage” here.

In such a scenario, no one can play the same game with Uncle.

Least of all himself.

He has yet to reach Golden Core, while the terrifying Uncle is about to break into Heaven Void and become even more dreadful...

Facing Uncle, he is utterly powerless.

To exaggerate a little, he doesn’t know at all what Uncle’s methods are, what setup he has laid, how he laid it, what goal he aims to achieve, or how he intends to achieve it.

Let alone having a direct ”face-off” with Uncle.

This is a deadlock.

”But if I escape... can I really escape?”

In the current situation, where could he flee to?

Moreover, if he escaped, what would happen to Dan Zhu and the others?

Elder Zamu, Little Zatu, and those forces he cultivated, those children he educated—in the upcoming great disaster, in Uncle’s grasp, how many of them would survive?

Should he watch them go to their deaths with eyes wide open?

Mo Hua fell silent for a moment, then sighed deeply.

”Escape... is not a solution either...”

Facing Uncle, neither escaping nor staying is a solution.

For the first time, Mo Hua deeply realized that indeed, not all problems in this world have solutions.

It’s like how the final outcome of a person’s life is ”death”.

The ultimate state of all things may also be ”extinction”.

No one can do anything, nor can anyone reverse it.

Mo Hua lay on the ground, staring blankly at the top of the tent, racking his brain, losing sleep all night, and still had no solution.

An opponent of the ”Taoist” level is undoubtedly ”hell” grade for someone like him at Foundation Establishment.

And it’s a ”hell” grade Taoist, beyond understanding.

...

Until the next day, the sun rose as usual.

Only then did Mo Hua snap back to reality.

After a night of cultivation, although his Divine Sense had strengthened, he wasn’t very happy.

Because before Uncle, this level of ”strength” didn’t even count as a strand of hair.

A shadow hung over his heart, and even when he looked at the bright and glaring light, it felt grayish-white.

But there was no choice—life still had to be lived.

Even if tomorrow was the end of the Great Wilderness, today he still had to strive to survive.

This gave Mo Hua an indescribable sense of disconnection.

And being alive today was actually very difficult.

Because of the widespread famine, the Great Wilderness had suffered too many casualties, was covered in wounds, and their group of six thousand barbarian soldiers soon ran out of supplies.

If they didn’t consider the supply problem, they might starve to death before Uncle even made a move.

Lugu, Dan Zhu, and the other Golden Core barbarian cultivators of Shugubu and Danque Tribe gathered together to discuss this issue.

But the external situation was so perilous and fickle, it wasn’t something human effort could control.

It was almost impossible for them to devise a good solution.

Even Mo Hua could only rely on luck.

Using divination skills, he calculated for a long time and finally found a path that seemed to have ”human presence”.

Ahead on this path, there seemed to be a gathering of ”people”.

Mo Hua led the crowd along this path, walking for about five days, leaving the desolate mountains and entering a barren desert.

Surroundings grew more desolate, and the climate became hotter; as far as the eye could see, there were only red and yellow sandstorms—no sign of human habitation, looking like a dead end.

For a while, people’s hearts were stirred; if not for Mo Hua’s ”Shaman” prestige and ”divine guidance”, surely the barbarian soldiers, plagued by hunger and thirst, would have succumbed to chaos.

Thus, they continued for another two days, and amidst growing hunger and thirst, they finally spotted a speck of green in the red desert.

This seemed to be an oasis within the desert.

Although there was famine outside, within this oasis, quite a few barbarian cultivators were dwelling, hinting at some incongruent vitality.

As the situation ahead was unclear, Mo Hua thought for a moment and decided to let the main force of the barbarian army camp at a distance for temporary rest.

He himself, along with Lugu, Dan Zhu, and Chi Feng, went ahead to the oasis to check the situation.

Lugu, being the tallest and most powerful in cultivation, was asked by Mo Hua to wear crude barbarian clothing and cover his face with a straw hat, to avoid causing alarm and stirring unrest.

Dan Zhu and Chi Feng also changed their appearances.

Mo Hua, having the lowest cultivation at Foundation Establishment, disguised himself as Dan Zhu’s follower.

Under the cover of night, the group of four slowly headed towards the desert’s sole oasis...