Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 1981 Chapter 956: Ten Thousand Corpses Seal the Coffin (Part 4)

Previously on Immortality Through Array Formations...

Under the coercion of a black-robed elder, Mr. Hui and the captive Mo Hua are forced to descend into a dark, abyss-like tomb pit previously sealed by a massive copper coffin. The group, including a powerful Demon Sect leader referred to as the Third Prince, enters the depths in search of a lifeline for the Great Wilderness tribe. Meanwhile, Xun Ziyou and the Shen family track Mo Hua’s vitality through the ruins of a brutal battlefield littered with the remains of corpse demons. Upon discovering the melted coffin and the open pit, Xun Ziyou begins to realize the Shen family tomb hides a far more sinister secret than a mere burial ground.

Shen Shouxing shook his head slowly, "I am also unaware..."

Xun Ziyou narrowed his eyes slightly, "In that case, why don't we enter and investigate?"

A frown creased Shen Shouxing’s brow, "This location is the burial ground of the Shen Family. Its depths likely contain our family secrets; it may not be suitable for outsiders like yourselves to trespass."

"A direct descendant of my Taixu Gate might be trapped within. My Ancestor has commanded me to ensure his safe return to the Sect."

Xun Ziyou’s response was unwavering, even going so far as to invoke the name of the Ancestor.

Shen Shouxing’s expression remained as still as stagnant water, lost in hidden thoughts. Eventually, he let out a sigh, "If that is how it must be, I shall accompany Elder Xun down there."

Although surprised by this sudden compliance, Xun Ziyou simply nodded and replied, "Very well."

"Elder Xun, please lead the way," Shen Shouxing said, cupping his hands in a polite gesture.

For a brief moment, Xun Ziyou hesitated.

Shen Shouxing’s intentions were far too difficult to decipher.

The abyss of the tomb pit felt excessively morose and was undoubtedly teeming with peril.

Under normal circumstances, he would have avoided such a place, but Mo Hua was currently inside. Regardless of the danger, he was committed to this journey.

With a determined look in his eyes, Xun Ziyou nodded and stepped into the obsidian darkness of the tomb pit.

Master Gu followed closely behind.

Fan Jin felt a strong reluctance to enter, but after a wary glance at Shen Shouxing, he could only grit his teeth and follow in Xun Ziyou’s wake.

After all, Xun Ziyou was a Sword Cultivation Elder of the Taixu Gate.

If disaster struck, staying close to the Taixu Gate was a far safer bet than remaining with the Shen Family.

Furthermore, the Shen Family...

A cold shiver raced down Fan Jin’s spine.

Once the three had disappeared into the dark pit, Shen Shouxing’s face turned indifferent. A cold sneer escaped his lips as he whispered to himself,

"The gates of hell were shut, yet you insisted on forcing your way in..."

Turning to his subordinates, he ordered, "Two of you follow me. The rest are to stay here and secure the perimeter of this tomb pit."

"Dispatch a messenger to call for reinforcements. This pit must be completely sealed off."

"As you command, Elder," the Shen Family Golden Core Cultivators replied, cupping their hands.

"Qing’er... you must not die on me..." Shen Shouxing offered a silent prayer before his gaze sharpened, and he descended into the pit.

Two elite Golden Core Cultivators from the Shen Family followed him down.

The remaining Golden Core Cultivators took up positions to guard the surrounding area.

Obeying the Elder's command, one Shen Family cultivator turned to leave to summon more men.

However, after only a few paces, a strange "creak creak" sound reached his ears. Sensing something was wrong, he spun around, only to be met with a sight of pure horror.

One of the Shen Family Golden Core experts was suddenly shedding his skin like a suit of clothes. Beneath the flesh emerged a ghastly, bone-white form—neither human nor ghost, but a demonic monstrosity.

With blood-red eyes and a blade fashioned from white bone, the creature began decapitating the other Shen Family Golden Core experts one by one.

The Golden Core Cultivators stood paralyzed as if under a spell, offering no resistance as they were slaughtered.

"You..."

Terrified, the messenger tried to flee, but a bloody vision suddenly clouded his sight. It felt as though he were staring into a scholarly yet malevolent human face.

His Divine Sense felt as though it were being sucked away under that piercing gaze.

In the next instant, a sharp agony flared in his throat as a shard of white bone pierced straight through it.

As his consciousness faded into nothingness, his body slumped to the earth, lifeless.

The pale demon, having finished the slaughter, continued to butcher the remaining "puppet" Golden Core cultivators. Using their fresh blood, it began painting a crimson, malevolent formation upon the ground.

This evil formation encircled the tomb pit directly beneath the bright yellow bronze coffin.

Once the task was complete, the pale demon approached the edge of the pit. Its face twisted into a grotesque mask, and its voice sounded unnervingly strange, "Since everyone has arrived... let them all perish within..."

With a sinister grin, the monster leaped into the pitch-black depths of the tomb pit.