Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 1991 Chapter 960: Uprising
Previously on Immortality Through Array Formations...
"What is happening?"
"Could this be a riot of spirits?!"
The complexions of everyone present shifted instantly. Even the leader of the Demon Sect, who was typically unshakable, wore a grim and heavy expression.
The local Yin Qi coalesced abruptly into a violent storm. The atmosphere grew so thick and oppressive that it felt as if liquid gloom might drip from the air, carrying a bone-chilling frost that pierced deep into the marrow.
The elderly man in a black robe cast his gaze toward the heavens.
The sky remained a featureless gray, saturated with Yin Qi and seemingly empty of life.
Yet, he sensed that cataclysmic transformations were unfolding just beyond sight.
Turning his head toward Mo Hua, the elderly man in a black robe felt his pupils quiver uncontrollably.
While the exact mechanics eluded him, it was painfully obvious that the disturbance within the Taoist Field had been triggered by the Divine Sense of this child.
"Just what is going on here..."
A suffocating Yin wind surged with a crushing weight, swirling and stagnating directly above their heads in a continuous, haunting vortex.
The elderly man in a black robe remained in the dark, but Mo Hua could see the truth clearly.
Through his vision, a tide of countless spirits and spectral entities was converging, lured by the golden smoke of his Divine Sense.
This golden Divine Thought filled them with an intense longing, yet it also struck them with profound dread.
The yearning forced them to howl and shiver in anticipation.
However, the fear kept them at bay, making them pace back and forth in a state of hesitant apprehension.
It was as if a "gift" from a deity had been bestowed upon them—an honor so supreme they craved to devour it, yet none possessed the courage to take the first bite.
The gathering of evil spirits and ghosts grew denser, circling the golden Divine Thought until they blotted out the sky, forming a monstrous dark whirlwind.
This massive throng of malevolent entities trampled and squeezed against one another, their sheer density causing the surrounding space to warp slightly.
Cold sweat began to bead on the forehead of the elderly man in a black robe.
Terrified, the others remained deathly silent.
All the while, the lamp hovering above Mo Hua stayed ablaze. His golden Divine Thought continued to ascend, growing more concentrated with every passing breath.
Eventually, the restraint of one evil spirit snapped.
Driven by greed that eclipsed its terror, it lunged forward to take the inaugural bite of Divine Thought from Mo Hua, this "Demigod."
An impossible richness and sweetness flooded its entire essence instantly.
The entity's form even began to undergo a mutation, as faint golden patterns flickered across its skin.
It let out a frenzied howl, a look of pure ecstasy appearing on its repulsive, distorted face.
It moved to take a second bite, but in a flash, it was ripped to shreds by the surrounding wandering spirits.
Like a helpless lamb dropped into a pack of starving wolves, its body—bloated with evil intent—was torn apart and consumed by the vengeful spirits and fierce ghosts until nothing remained.
That single act of greed had breached the dam, allowing the scent of the Divine Thought to spill out.
More ghosts tasted the sweetness that seeped into their very souls and marrow.
They descended into total madness.
An increasing number of wandering spirits summoned the nerve to feast upon Mo Hua’s golden Divine Sense.
Yet, the moment they tasted it, they were instantly annihilated and eaten by the even fiercer ghosts lurking nearby.
Mo Hua’s Divine Thought acted as both "nourishment" and a "plague."
While the ghostly entities gained immense power from it, the act of consumption led to their certain destruction at the hands of their peers.
A vast, endless sea of spirits engaged in a brutal struggle around the golden light, their cries and wails echoing through the surging Yin winds.
Meanwhile, even more ominous auras were creeping in from the distance.
It appeared that powerful, ancient fierce ghosts were also being drawn to the scent of this Divine Sense.
The elderly man in a black robe’s eyes shook violently as he rasped, "We must flee, quickly!"
The sheer volume of ghostly entities was overwhelming.
If they stayed, their deaths were guaranteed.
Even Golden Core cultivators—even those at the peak of the late Golden Core stage—would fall before these invisible, incomprehensible spirits.
They would be invaded, corrupted, devoured, and transformed into something unrecognizable.
No one dared to hesitate. They channeled their movement techniques and bolted forward.
In their haste, a gap appeared in the protection of the Mist Lamp, revealing the aura of the living.
Many spirits were startled before turning their savage, hateful gazes toward the group, transforming into Yin winds to strike.
Feeling a chill that froze his very core, the elderly man in a black robe acted instinctively. He produced a Monster Beast's skull and hurled it into the air.
The skull shattered, erupting into a crimson mist of blood.
Lured by the scent of blood, the ghostly entities were momentarily distracted.
"Maoshan Talisman!" the elderly man in a black robe barked.
Young Master Xuan reacted immediately. He turned to Mr. Hui and commanded in a distorted tone:
"Activate the talisman!"
Mr. Hui nodded in a daze. He pulled a handful of Maoshan Jade Talismans from his storage bag, detonating them one after another without checking what they actually were.
Because a devil had been planted in his Taoist Heart, he was only semi-conscious, unleashing the talismans at random.
The majority of them were useless.
However, a few exploded into golden tiger shadows and ancient seal scripts, successfully halting the ghosts for a brief moment.
Seizing this chance, the elderly man in a black robe spat a mouthful of essence blood onto the Mist Lamp. He used his own Blood Qi to force the treasure to its limit, generating a fog so dense it completely hid the group.
The spirits were momentarily baffled.
But the confusion was short-lived. A moment later, they surged toward the group with even greater fury, and the pressure of the approaching high-level fierce ghosts grew heavier.
It was clear that the most powerful entities had locked onto them.
The elderly man in a black robe trembled as the reality of the situation dawned on him.
"Put out the human lamp!"
Normally, a Cultivator lighting the human lamp would offer a small portion of Divine Sense as a "passage fee" for the spirits.
But Mo Hua's Divine Sense was far too precious.
This was no longer a simple toll; it was like carrying a mountain of gold through a den of thieves.
To possess such a treasure was to invite disaster. This wasn't a "passage fee"—it was a "death fee."