Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 1985 Chapter 958: Divine Temple

A sense of disbelief washed over Mo Hua, leaving him momentarily stunned by the revelation.

Memory suddenly sparked within him:

"Master Gu once mentioned that Solitary Mountain was renowned for its bright yellow copper deposits, originally called 'Guhuang Mountain'... Does that mean the mountain god of Guhuang Mountain is actually the Mountain God Guhuang... Lord Yellow Mountain?"

The possibility of such a link had never crossed Mo Hua’s mind before.

Even when Master Gu brought up the name "Guhuang Mountain," he hadn't associated it with anything regarding Lord Yellow Mountain.

And yet, something felt deeply inconsistent...

Mo Hua’s brow furrowed in concentration.

The impoverished Downcast Mountain God, Lord Yellow Mountain, was an old acquaintance of his.

Had there truly been a connection to Solitary Mountain, Mo Hua’s proficiency in the Way of Cause and Effect surely would have picked up on the signs.

But he had sensed nothing at all.

Either he had been incredibly unobservant, or the history of Lord Yellow Mountain was shrouded in a massive web of cause and effect, masked by a powerful heavenly secret technique that blinded external perception.

Mo Hua turned his gaze back to the massive gateway of the Divine Temple. He studied the depiction of the Mountain God Guhuang: a majestic figure wielding a Mountain Spear, clad in intricate Golden Armor, with a stern, elongated face that looked down upon the world with absolute authority.

In contrast, his mind conjured the image of a dilapidated shrine. He remembered a clay statue dressed in simple robes, possessing a pale, starving face—a deity who drank rain, ate spoiled scraps, and offered him obsequious smiles. That was Lord Yellow Mountain.

For the life of him, he could not reconcile these two figures—these two deities—as the same being.

It appeared that falling into ruin was a brutal experience not just for mortals, but for mountain gods as well.

Simultaneously, Mo Hua’s confusion deepened:

"What could have possibly happened to the once-mighty Lord Yellow Mountain to reduce him to such a pitiful state?"

"Wasn't his evil Foundation severed by the ancestors of the Taixu Gate? What is the hidden history behind that?"

"And why was his Divine Temple entombed within this mass grave beneath Solitary Mountain..."

...

Lifting his head, Mo Hua looked past the grand entrance toward the opulent, magnificent interior of the Divine Temple.

"The answers must be hidden inside that temple..."

While Mo Hua was lost in his internal struggle of doubt, Mr. Hui was also overcome with shock upon seeing the structure.

"To think such a magnificent hall exists within this tomb..."

Despite his wonder, he remained suspicious. "What kind of hall is this? From the inside, it doesn't resemble a burial site at all."

Mr. Hui frowned, glancing toward the black-robed elder. He found the old man wearing an expression of solemn piety, his lips moving as he whispered:

"At long last, it has been found..."

He reached out to touch the golden gate, but the moment his skin made contact, he jerked back as if struck by lightning.

It was as if a concentrated divine power resided within the door, repelling anyone who dared touch it.

The black-robed elder’s face turned grim. He gathered blood-colored evil power into his palm and attempted to force the door open again.

His shriveled hand pressed firmly against the surface.

Vile, blood-red energy clashed with the golden gate.

The golden radiance intensified, becoming searingly hot and slowly incinerating the crimson energy.

The elder’s hand looked as if it were pressed against a red-hot branding iron. White smoke hissed upward as his evil power was drained and his flesh was scorched. The skin charred and peeled away, exposing the stark white bone beneath.

The elder showed no fear, his expression remained stoic in the face of death as he continued to push with all his might.

Still, the golden temple doors remained perfectly still.

Seeing that his hand was now mere bone and the fire was creeping up his arm, the black-robed elder let out a heavy sigh and finally retracted his limb.

Once he pulled away, fresh blood began to coat the white bone, muscles reweaving themselves until his hand was fully restored.

Observing the elder’s failure, the Demon Sect Leader spoke in a raspy voice:

"I will try."

The black-robed elder sighed, his voice full of apology. "This old servant’s bloodline is unworthy..."

The Demon Sect Leader gave a slight nod and stepped toward the golden gate. On his back, the Azure Dragon Formation Patterns began to glow one by one. His blood Qi surged, funneling the massive power of the Evil Dragon into his hands.

He pressed his palms slowly against the temple entrance.

A low, muffled dragon’s roar echoed through the air.

It felt as though something was resonating with his very blood.

The Demon Sect Leader’s blood began to boil, pouring into the golden doors like a rushing tide.

The luxurious, enigmatic gate began to vibrate.

Mo Hua’s heart raced with nervous anticipation.

Seconds ticked by.

The Demon Sect Leader stood with a grim face, the shadow of a massive, roaring Azure-Black Evil Dragon looming over him. Nearly half of his blood essence had already been siphoned away.

The temple door, gorged on the blood of the Evil Dragon, seemed on the verge of swinging open.

Suddenly, a physical manifestation of sword light—resembling a white silk ribbon and carrying immense spiritual power—cut through the air. It streaked directly toward the Demon Sect Leader.

The Demon Sect Leader’s expression shifted, but he refused to let go of the door.

The Bear Demon Cultivator bellowed in rage, leaping in front to act as a shield. He transformed his limb into a demonic claw thick with monster Qi to intercept the blow.

However, the sword light shone like brilliant white jade and proved far more powerful. After a brief struggle, it tore through the Bear Demon’s claw and continued its path toward the Sect Leader.

The black-robed elder moved like a blur, summoning a horned skull that cast a skeletal shadow. This barrier intercepted the remaining sword light, finally neutralizing the attack.

The elder looked up to see six Cultivators approaching from the distance. Their auras ranged from the initial stage to the peak of the Golden Core realm.

The leader, a peak Golden Core Cultivator, possessed an unremarkable face but radiated a steady, unshakable presence. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, and he wore the Taoist robes of the Shen Family. This was Shen Shouxing, a formidable Elder of the Shen clan.

He gripped a White Jade Sword, the source of that terrifyingly powerful strike.

Accompanying him were two other Golden Core experts from the Shen family and Xun Ziyou, bringing their total to three.