Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 1983 Chapter 957: Lighting of Human Lamps

Life is brutal for orphans, who are left with no place to practice their Cultivation. Even if they survive to adulthood, they are likely to perish in the merciless world of Cultivation, leaving behind children who become orphans themselves...

Through this endless cycle, Solitary Mountain City truly earned its name as a city of isolation.

However, there was likely more to this situation than meets the eye...

Mo Hua turned his head in silence to observe Shen Qingsheng, who was nearby.

Shen Qingsheng had been dragged along after being knocked unconscious by a Bear Demon Cultivator. Now, jolted awake by the biting yin energy, he stared at the infinite sea of cadavers. His eyes widened in shock, and his complexion turned a ghostly white.

Young Master Xuan also cast a look toward him, crying out in surprise:

"Is this the handiwork of your Shen Family? A mass grave of this magnitude; it looks like at least a hundred thousand people perished here..."

Terror instantly gripped Shen Qingsheng. "How could that be? How could my Shen Family ever do such a thing?"

Young Master Xuan flashed a cruel grin. "Is this not a mine belonging to your Shen Family?"

"No..."

"It isn't your Shen Family's mine?"

"Yes, it is..."

In a state of pure panic, Shen Qingsheng stammered, "No! Someone must be framing us, committing such a massacre beneath my family's mine! It has to be a setup!"

"My Shen Family is honorable, a noble fifth-grade family from the Qianxue state boundary with ancestral connections to the Qian Taoist Sect. We conduct ourselves with integrity..."

"This... this was a mining accident, a natural disaster! It has nothing to do with my Shen Family!" Shen Qingsheng declared through clenched teeth.

Young Master Xuan mocked him with a sneer. "Whether your Shen Family is responsible or not, once it is revealed that a mass grave sits under your mine, you'll be in deep trouble if the Taoist Court decides to investigate."

Shen Qingsheng's face went pale instantly. "No, these are just lowly workers. If they die, they die. What does their fate have to do with my Shen Family..."

Mo Hua's expression turned cold.

Young Master Xuan simply shook his head, indifferent to Shen Qingsheng's excuses.

The Elder in the black robe felt the same way.

They had far more pressing concerns to address.

"The object is inside this mass grave..." The black-robed Elder seemed to confirm his suspicions. He turned toward Mo Hua and asked, "Young brother, would you be willing to lead the way?"

Startled, Mo Hua inquired, "What object?"

"The actual tomb," the black-robed Elder replied.

After a moment of reflection, Mo Hua shook his head. "Elder, this mass grave is filled with nothing but bodies and only a few faint remnants of formations. I'm afraid I cannot find a path..."

He was being honest.

Furthermore, tomb-related Array formations were his specialty's weak point.

He had no clue what kind of burial site these Demon Cultivators were hunting for.

Besides, in this abyss of corpses that stretched out like endless grass, finding any sense of direction was impossible.

The black-robed Elder glanced toward Mr. Hui.

Looking troubled, Mr. Hui also shook his head and said:

"This place is merely a 'chaotic burial ground' at best, not a structured tomb. There is no logical pattern for me to follow; I have no solution."

The black-robed Elder stared intensely at Mr. Hui to ensure he wasn't lying. Frowning slightly, he turned to the Demon Sect leader:

"Can you sense its location?"

Sense it?

Mo Hua's curiosity was piqued, and he surreptitiously watched the Demon Cultivator leader who carried the aura of the Evil Dragon.

The Demon Sect leader pulled out a blade, cut his own wrist, and let the blood pool in his hand.

The dark crimson blood appeared to vibrate in his palm, as if pulled by a hidden force.

"Move out."

The Demon Sect leader's voice was deep and commanding.

Then, his massive frame leaped directly into the mass grave.

The others hesitated briefly before following him down.

As they descended into the burial pit, they were surrounded by the remains of Mining Cultivators who had died in utter despair. A freezing, piercing chill hung in the air.

Fortunately, because the mass grave originated from a massive mine collapse, some mountain paths remained between the piles of bodies.

The group moved through these paths into the distance, as if navigating a vast ocean of the dead.

Mo Hua was plagued by the fear that these corpses might suddenly spring to life and consume them.

Luckily, these remains did not move like the corpse spirits they had encountered earlier; they were truly just lifeless bodies.

However, as Mo Hua observed them, a sense of dread grew within him.

Logically, the tragic death of so many cultivators should have produced an overwhelming amount of death and resentment energy.

With those energies building up over the years, it should have been impossible for these bodies to avoid "corpse transformation."

Yet, these corpses lay in piles without any indication of "mutation"...

Mo Hua knit his brows, looking closer until a sudden realization hit him.

"These bodies... they seem to have been emptied?"

"Is something drawing the death energy and resentment out of these corpses?"

Mo Hua's eyes flickered. He quietly averted his gaze and continued to follow the others.

After walking for a time, Mo Hua looked up, his pupils narrowing.

Within his Divine Sense, the air ahead looked different. There were countless, shattered... evil spirits drifting in the void?

No...

These spirits, though fragmented into "human shapes," appeared more like wandering ghosts.

These ghosts were obstructing the group's path.

At that moment, the black-robed Elder signaled for them to halt. "Stop."

Once they had paused, the black-robed Elder frowned and looked at Mr. Hui. "Mr. Hui, the yin energy ahead is exceptionally thick."

Mr. Hui did not dare be careless. He produced a Jade Pendant, bit his finger, and smeared blood across its surface. Immediately, the pendant emitted a ghostly green glow.

With a grim expression, Mr. Hui whispered:

"There are unclean entities present."

A sudden clarity washed over Mo Hua.

"So that's how it is..."

Even these people—Mr. Hui, who was an expert in Maoshan Skills, and the veteran Second Elder of the Demon Sect—could not "see" the spirits as clearly as he could.

They could only faintly detect the yin energy and rely on magical artifacts to guess what lay ahead.