Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 1984 Chapter 957: Lighting the Human Lantern

Mo Hua actually harbored no fear toward these ghosts.

Deep down, however, he felt a flicker of curiosity regarding whether Mr. Hui and his companions possessed any means of dealing with the spectral entities currently surrounding them...

"The 'Ghost' Path is not my specialty..."

The elder in black robes paused to reflect, casting a glance toward Mr. Hui. "Within the traditions of Maoshan Taoism, isn't there a specific spell point designed for the expulsion of Yin ghosts?"

Mr. Hui's brow furrowed. "Ghosts differ from zombies; they are entities without form, requiring Divine Thought Dao Skills. Even within the Maoshan heritage, such studies are inaccessible unless a disciple is born with exceptional Divine Sense and a natural aptitude for that specific path."

"I am far too dull-witted to have mastered such a legacy. It is simply..." Mr. Hui let out a heavy sigh. "Because I spend my days robbing tombs, I have picked up a few rudimentary techniques for entering burial sites that can provide some protection. Whether they will prove effective here, however, is difficult to say."

"Do not worry," the black-robed elder replied. "Mr. Hui, you should simply give it a try."

Mr. Hui spoke up, "This particular technique is known as 'Lighting the Human Lamp'."

"Human Lamp?"

Mr. Hui gave a nod. "Typically, when we infiltrate a tomb and sense something amiss—with Yin ghosts lurking in the shadows—we seize one or two living individuals as a backup. We use their Divine Sense to ignite a lamp and illuminate the way for us."

Turning his gaze first toward Mo Hua and then toward Shen Qingsheng, the black-robed elder inquired, "What sort of living person is most suitable for this?"

Mr. Hui explained, "Someone young, possessing clean Blood Qi and a pure mind. They should be talented, with a vast Sea of Consciousness, and ideally, some expertise in Array formations..."

"Evil spirits find the Divine Sense of such individuals to be the most delectable of treats."

Mo Hua was momentarily struck dumb, feeling somewhat at a loss.

He thought to himself: Why didn't you just say my name instead of giving such a detailed description...

As it turned out, the reason they had brought him along in the first place was to serve as a "human lamp."

Sure enough, the black-robed elder looked at Mo Hua and gave a slight nod before suddenly reaching out to grab Shen Qingsheng, who was standing nearby.

"Use him to light the lamp instead."

Showing no signs of surprise, Mr. Hui simply replied, "Very well."

A look of pure terror washed over Shen Qingsheng’s face.

No... I am not the person you just described...

Mr. Hui produced a golden hoop that functioned as a lampstand.

Shen Qingsheng began to shriek, "Stop! Do you have any idea who my father is? You cannot do this to me! You—"

With his hand already clamped firmly around Shen Qingsheng’s throat, Mr. Hui hissed, "If you dare to scream again, I will end your life."

Though his face was contorted with rage, Shen Qingsheng’s spirit broke; he did not dare to offer any further resistance.

Mr. Hui then placed the golden hoop onto Shen Qingsheng’s forehead.

The hoop tightened its grip around the Baihui and Shenting points, creating a connection to the acupuncture points of the Sea of Consciousness.

A lampstand was fixed atop the golden hoop.

Mr. Hui took out a white candle, set it into the stand, and ignited it with a faint, ghostly white flame.

As the light flickered to life, a hazy glow began to illuminate the path ahead of them.

Shen Qingsheng looked dazed, feeling neither physical pain nor any immediate discomfort.

Mo Hua, however, could see clearly that the boy's Divine Sense was being siphoned out by the golden hoop. It was burning away with the candle flame, drifting into the air like wisps of smoke.

Mr. Hui barked an order at Shen Qingsheng: "You. Get to the front and walk."

Though he was cursing them in his mind, Shen Qingsheng did not dare to disobey. He was forced to lead the way, acting as a "human lamp" with the golden stand balanced on his head.

The surrounding ghosts did indeed begin to congregate, drawn to the smoke of the Divine Sense that was being consumed from Shen Qingsheng’s Sea of Consciousness.

After breathing in the smoke, the ghosts became strangely tranquil. Their violence vanished, and they made no attempt to attack the other Cultivators.

The group followed closely behind Shen Qingsheng. They moved through the ghost-infested path with surprising safety, as not a single evil spirit touched them.

Mo Hua marveled quietly at the sight, having never expected such a bizarre and macabre spell to exist in the world.

At first, Shen Qingsheng felt fine. Because his Divine Sense was quite vast, the act of lighting the human lamp on his head was initially painless.

However, as time passed, he began to feel a sensation as if something was being "sucked" out from the center of his brain.

His Divine Sense was slowly being incinerated.

A burning ache began to intensify within him.

It was only then that the reality of the pain and fear set in. "What kind of hellish thing is this..."

He reached up, intending to tear the lampstand away, but Mr. Hui immediately gripped his arm in a vice-like hold.

"Behave yourself, brat, or I'll kill you," Mr. Hui said coldly.

He showed absolutely no courtesy toward Shen Qingsheng.

In his heart, Shen Qingsheng fantasized about murdering Mr. Hui’s entire lineage, yet he was powerless to do anything but continue serving as their "human lamp."

The party pressed onward.

Shen Qingsheng’s complexion turned increasingly pale as his Divine Sense began to dry up, leaving his Sea of Consciousness in agonizing pain.

Even though he wasn't a Formation Master, he was experiencing a type of mental exhaustion so severe it felt as if his very brain was being wrung dry and his Divine Thought entirely spent.

Fortunately, after a short while, the group finally transitioned out of the "Ghost Path."

The Yin energy began to dissipate, and Mo Hua observed the ghosts scattering in all directions.

Only then did Mr. Hui remove the lampstand from Shen Qingsheng’s head.

He didn't actually intend to kill the boy yet.

Since the path ahead was unknown, it was wiser to keep a living person in reserve, even if only to serve as a spare lamp.

If Shen Qingsheng had perished, Mo Hua would have been the next choice for the lamp.

To be honest, Mr. Hui felt a slight reluctance at the thought of using Mo Hua in such a way.

Beyond the Ghost Path, deep within the heart of the Mass Graves, the blood held by the Demon Sect leader began to vibrate with even greater intensity.

It appeared to be resonating with some distant bloodline.

For the first time, Mo Hua noticed a visible emotion flicker across the grim and imposing face of the Demon Sect leader.

The leader shifted his massive frame and continued his forward march.

Eventually, the group arrived at a wide, open area of the mountain.

On the surface, the terrain looked unremarkable, but it was strange that despite being in the middle of the Mass Graves, there wasn't a single corpse to be found in this specific mountain clearing.

It was as if this area were a sanctuary.

Or perhaps, an untouchable "Holy Land."

The blood in the Demon Sect leader's hands pulsed with a restless energy. His voice, deep and gravelly, carried a hint of suppressed excitement:

"This is the spot..."

Mo Hua’s heart gave an involuntary squeeze.

He could sense that he was standing near something... something that shared a significant karma with him.

It even caused an inexplicable surge of excitement to rise from deep within him.

However, he couldn't quite put into words what it was at that moment...

Guided by the bloodline connection, the Demon Sect leader walked in a circle before coming to a halt in front of a blank mountain wall.

The wall was vast and completely empty.

Suddenly, the Dragon Pattern glowed, and as Evil Power surged through him, the Demon Sect leader let out a roar like a dragon and struck the wall with a single, devastating punch.

Stone fragments shattered and dust exploded into the air.

As the cloud settled, a massive and magnificent entrance was revealed behind the broken stone.

The door was crafted from brilliant yellow copper ore, encrusted with various precious gems and decorated with intricate reliefs. It was noble and incredibly grand.

Behind these doors stood a golden palace featuring flying pavilions and floating eaves, radiating a dazzling brilliance.

This was a Divine Temple.

Witnessing such ostentatious wealth and golden splendor in the middle of the gloomy Mass Graves filled everyone with a sense of awe and confusion.

Mo Hua, however, frowned slightly.

He felt as though this Divine Temple was familiar to him in every way.

"Familiar..."

Mo Hua scanned the temple's surroundings, and his eyes were eventually drawn to the luxurious, jewel-encrusted entrance.

There were reliefs carved into the door.

They depicted a deity bathed in a radiant golden light.

The deity gripped a Mountain Spear and was clad in chain-link Golden Armor. He had a long, stern face with piercing eyes and an expression that radiated an absolute dominance over all living things.

Mo Hua stared at the image for a long time, his mouth slowly hanging open in shock.

This face...

This is... Lord Yellow Mountain?!

Deep within Solitary Mountain City, beneath the coffin of the corpse-statue in the Mass Graves, this opulent golden palace was actually Lord Yellow Mountain’s Divine Temple?!