Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 1992 Chapter 960: Uprising (Part 2)

Young Master Xuan quickly snatched away Mo Hua's golden band, not daring to permit him to ignite the "human lamp" a second time.

The sliver of golden Divine Thought flickered out of existence.

The swarm of vengeful spirits and fierce ghosts froze, falling into a brief silence. However, this was merely the calm before the storm. A wave of intense fury and thunderous roars erupted immediately after.

The "succulent meat" that radiated the scent of a deity had been pulled from their grasp.

A multitude of vengeful spirits and ghostly entities were driven to rage.

They descended into madness, their forms twisting and mutating as they tore into one another, flying in chaotic patterns and biting at anything in sight.

"Have these ghosts... lost their minds?"

The black-robed elder inhaled sharply. Realizing there was no time to waste, he fully powered the Mist Lamp to shield the group as they hurried forward.

Despite their haste, they were slightly too slow.

A few vengeful spirits and fierce ghosts managed to pierce the mist, sinking their teeth into the members of the party.

Mr. Hui and Stone suffered the most from this ghostly erosion.

The others were also tainted by the aura of malevolent spirits to varying degrees.

Mo Hua was the sole exception.

Whenever vengeful spirits or fierce ghosts lunged toward him, they would stop abruptly as if hitting an invisible wall of terror, not daring to strike.

Consequently, Mo Hua remained the safest individual amidst the surging ghost swarm.

While Mo Hua could clearly perceive these shifts on the spiritual plane, the others remained oblivious.

The black-robed elder and his companions only felt a supernatural, bone-chilling cold and an overwhelming weight pressing down on them.

They were unaware that the fierce ghosts had already latched onto them, ripping spiritual "flesh" from their forms.

Should this continue, even if they were leaders of a Demon Sect with Golden Core Cultivation, they would surely perish within this Taoist Field.

Fortunately, the boundary of the Taoist Field was within reach.

This represented their only path to survival.

After thirty minutes of trekking, the group finally exited the golden Taoist Field, leaving behind the thousands of bronze statues and the sea of vengeful ghosts and shadowy spirits.

The black-robed elder felt a rare sense of relief, having just brushed past the gates of death.

It was a sensation he hadn't felt in many years.

Behind them, a thick shroud of evil aura loomed like dark clouds threatening to crush a city.

The chaos showed no signs of stopping. The agitated shadowy spirits surged through the Taoist Field like a violent gale, sending shivers down their spines.

The black-robed elder turned his gaze slowly toward Mo Hua, his mind filled with a sense of total absurdity.

"This brat... who is he really?"

"Why does his Divine Sense trigger such a massive disturbance of evil...?"

"Could his Divine Thought be 'immortal flesh'? Why is it so irresistibly attractive?"

The elder's eyes were wide with shock, his mind momentarily struggling to process the reality.

Mo Hua, however, stood as still as a statue. He was unresponsive, and the light in his eyes was fading, as if the essence of his Divine Sense had been drained by being used as a lamp wick.

"What a waste..."

The black-robed elder sighed softly at the sight, thinking to himself, "With such incredible Divine Sense talent, he would have been a perfect candidate for a Great Witch, if only the Devil hadn't been planted in his Taoist Heart..."

"It's a tragedy; everything is ruined now..."

Shaking his head, the black-robed elder regained his composure and addressed the group, "This place is dangerous. We should move on immediately."

Young Master Xuan gave a nod of agreement.

The sensation of being watched by shadowy spirits, like needles pricking his back, was truly unsettling.

The party resumed their journey, ascending the glittering golden stairs that resembled dragon scales, heading toward the grand Divine Temple at the summit.

Having navigated through Solitary Mountain City and the vast sea of spirits, they watched as the deepest, most magnificent Divine Temple—perched high above the platforms—slowly revealed itself.

...

Meanwhile, at the exterior of the Divine Temple.

Shen Shouxing, Xun Ziyou, the Shen Family elders, Master Gu, and Fan Jin were launching a coordinated assault on the temple's main entrance.

Their goal was to force the gates open and save Mo Hua and Shen Qingsheng.

As the minutes ticked by, the peril facing Mo Hua and Shen Qingsheng increased, and their prospects for survival grew dim.

Mo Hua might still be alive.

Xun Ziyou, who held the Jade Pendant, could at least confirm that Mo Hua's life force remained stable for now.

Shen Qingsheng was a different story.

Even Shen Shouxing recognized that his son was essentially a spoiled failure who could achieve nothing without the family's shadow. Despite this, the boy was arrogant and looked down on everyone.

Having been captured by several ruthless and calculating Golden Core Great Demon Cultivators, he was likely facing a death sentence if not rescued immediately.

Because of this, Shen Shouxing was more desperate than anyone else.

Simultaneously, a persistent voice whispered in his mind:

"He is your only son. If he perishes, your bloodline ends with you..."

The thought of having "no descendants" filled Shen Shouxing with an inexplicable dread.

He held nothing back, unleashing every ounce of Sword Qi and utilizing all his Magic Treasures in an attempt to shatter the Divine Temple's gate.

Yet, despite his frantic efforts, the gate remained perfectly still.

Xun Ziyou's brow deepened with worry.

While he wasn't concerned about his own status, Shen Shouxing was a powerful elder of the Shen Family at the Peak of Golden Core, nearly reaching the Feather Transformation Realm. If even his cultivation couldn't force the door open...

This Divine Temple was clearly no ordinary structure...

"Mo Hua..."

Xun Ziyou frowned slightly.

It was ironic, but the "bodyguard" seemed more anxious about Mo Hua's well-being than Mo Hua himself might be.

Xun Ziyou reached into his sleeve to touch the Void Sword Order, his expression grim.

He kept the Sword Command ready at all times, prepared to snap it the moment Mo Hua's Jade Pendant turned black to alert Elder Master Xun.

However, judging by the current circumstances, even summoning Elder Master Xun might not be enough to open these temple gates immediately.