Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 1993 Chapter 960: Riot_3

A life-or-death crisis frequently strikes in the blink of an eye. If one hesitates for even a moment, the opportunity for salvation may vanish forever.

"What are we supposed to do..."

Anxiety began to gnaw at Xun Ziyou’s heart.

He wasn't the only one; Fan Jin and Master Gu both wore expressions of deep concern. Master Gu viewed Mo Hua as a savior of the Gushan Refining Workshop and desperately wanted him safe. Meanwhile, Fan Jin saw Mo Hua as the "big support" he had worked so hard to secure; he couldn't afford to lose such an asset now. Furthermore, as the Records Officer of Solitary Mountain City, he would face professional consequences if something happened to Mo Hua within his jurisdiction.

Despite their desperation, their efforts were futile. The golden gates of the Divine Temple stood immovable, resisting every attempt to force them open. It felt as though this was a restricted realm of the gods, forbidden to any mortal touch.

As the minutes ticked away, hope began to wither. Just as a sense of total despair started to take root in their minds, a sudden flash of crimson light erupted. The doors of the Divine Temple shuddered violently before slowly swinging wide before their eyes.

The group stood frozen in disbelief.

"It’s open..."

"Did someone finally break through?"

"But... how did it happen?" Master Gu muttered, seeing no evidence of a broken Formation or a triggered mechanism.

Xun Ziyou knit his brows, equally perplexed. "Mo Hua is inside. Regardless of how it opened, we must enter and find him," he declared.

Master Gu nodded in agreement.

Nearby, Shen Shouxing shot a glance at Xun Ziyou’s group, a flash of ruthless intent crossing his features before he disappeared into the Divine Temple. The Golden Core experts of the Shen Family followed close on his heels. Without further delay, Xun Ziyou and his companions also crossed the threshold.

A heavy, deathly silence greeted them inside. Suddenly, a faint rustling sound broke the quiet. A pale, humanoid demon—grotesquely devoid of skin, its features twisted and its flesh a sickly white—emerged from the shadows. It stared at the temple entrance and pulled its face into a bloody smirk before trailing the others inside. Once the deformed creature passed through, a pulse of blood-red light flickered, and the temple doors groaned shut, trapping everyone within.

...

Deep in the heart of the Divine Temple.

The group led by the black-robed elder finally reached the ultimate hall. The chamber was immense, featuring soaring steps and a space bathed in a radiant, golden glow. Rows of massive statues lined the walls. These figures were humanoid, yet they bore no resemblance to the kneeling copper figures in the Taoist Field. These sculptures were grand and imposing, possessing regal expressions. Some rode dragon-horses, others sat upon dragon chairs, and some brandished dragon swords, all looking down with an air of absolute authority. They towered over the hall as if receiving the eternal worship of the mining Cultivation slaves from the fields below.

Dragons? Could these be the ancient royalty of the Great Wilderness? Mo Hua pondered secretly, though he kept his face a mask of indifference.

The leader of the Demon Sect trembled as he gazed upon these magnificent statues engraved with Dragon Patterns, his emotions clearly in turmoil.

"We have... finally arrived..."

The black-robed elder let out a weary sigh. "The destiny of my Great Wilderness has reached its turning point at last, Third Prince..." He turned his gaze toward the Demon Sect leader.

With a firm nod, the Demon Sect leader walked toward the hall's primary entrance. The massive doors were sealed tight, featuring a colossal dragon head that served as the final lock to the temple’s inner sanctum. Thick chains radiated from the dragon's head, anchoring it to the statues of the Great Wilderness royals. These statues stood like eternal sentinels, guarding the path forward.

The Demon Sect leader sliced his palm open and thrust his bleeding hand into the dragon's maw. As the blood flowed, feeding the stone beast, the dragon head began to vibrate. Its eyes ignited with a terrifying, majestic light as it sensed the royal bloodline. Simultaneously, the surrounding statues seemed to stir, radiating a palpable killing intent.

With a steady gaze, the Demon Sect leader dropped to his knees. His voice was deep, carrying the resonance of a dragon’s roar as he spoke:

"I, your descendant Shen Tuao, third prince of the Great Wilderness royalty, pay my respects to the ancestors. Our bloodline has withered, leaving us as wandering outcasts. The Taoist Court is devoid of justice, and our lineage faces extinction. I, Shen Tuao, implore the ancestors to command the Dragon Qi and unseal the imperial tomb. Grant me the Dragon Vein of the Great Wilderness so that I may defy the heavens, rewrite my destiny, restore our royal legacy, and rule over the three thousand mountains, uniting every tribe of the Great Wilderness!"

...

Mo Hua felt a chill run down his spine.

The Demon Sect leader is named Shen Tuao? Is that the royal name of the Great Wilderness? To rule three thousand mountains and restore a fallen kingdom... what is he truly after? Does he intend to start a rebellion? And what is this Dragon Vein? Is it the key to overthowing everything?

The more Mo Hua heard, the more stunned he became. Had he not possessed such powerful Divine Thought and a disciplined mind—along with his talent for "acting"—he surely would have betrayed his shock.

An actual rebellion? Resisting the Taoist Court to reclaim a throne? Shen Tuao’s ambition was staggering. Mo Hua had never imagined that this journey into the Solitary Mountain tomb would reveal such a world-shaking secret. This was far beyond anything he could have guessed, even in his wildest dreams.

As Shen Tuao finished his proclamation, the entire Divine Temple began to shake. It was as if his blood and his burning ambition had finally stirred the ancient emperors who had slept in this subterranean palace for eons. A chorus of deep dragon roars began to echo through the hall, weaving together in a haunting melody. The ancestors seemed to be answering the prince’s call. They channeled their lingering Dragon Qi through the chains, taming the fierce dragon head on the door.

With one final, defiant roar, the gates to the Great Wilderness imperial tomb slowly creaked open, releasing the suffocating, violent aura of the Karma Dragon from the darkness within.