Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 1994 Chapter 961: Dragon Coffin
Previously on Immortality Through Array Formations...
The Karma Dragon’s aura was profound and suffocating, radiating a peerless majesty that caused everyone present to shudder. A faint, instinctive urge to "surrender" began to take root in their hearts.
With a look of profound devotion, the black-robed Elder knelt on one knee upon the stone floor.
Young Master Xuan’s complexion turned slightly ashen as he bowed deeply to show his respect.
The Bear Demon Cultivator, gripped by internal dread, threw himself into a full prostration.
Mo Hua, however, did not budge.
His Divine Sense was exceptionally powerful, and thanks to his Divine Thought Taoism—which bordered on the level of a deity—he possessed a natural immunity to this type of spiritual "majesty."
In this life, a man kneels to the heavens, the earth, and his parents.
The Great Wilderness royal family, regardless of their might or grandeur, did not deserve his obeisance.
Furthermore, he was currently playing the role of a pathetic "puppet" afflicted by the Planting Devil in Taoist Heart.
A "puppet" is devoid of emotion; how could it possibly feel the desire to kneel or bow?
As the draconic pressure began to fade, the group slowly rose to their feet.
The massive dragon head parted its jaws as the grand gates swung wide, revealing a world of shimmering gold and divine splendor beyond.
“The royal tomb of the Great Wilderness has finally opened...”
Shen Tuao, his skin etched with dragon patterns, spoke in a low voice. His frame, as massive as a small mountain, moved forward as he stepped into the final Divine Temple.
The black-robed Elder and several others followed closely behind.
Young Master Xuan watched Shen Tuao and the rest with an unreadable expression, his mind clearly occupied by hidden schemes. After a moment, he signaled Mo Hua and the others.
“Go.”
With a vacant expression and a wooden stride, Mo Hua obediently followed the group into Gushan Temple, the place where the secrets of the Great Wilderness lay hidden.
The interior of the temple was a blinding display of golden opulence and extreme luxury.
Lining the long staircase were rows upon rows of statues.
These sculptures were crafted with incredible detail in various postures—some stood, some sat, and others reclined. They were adorned in golden armor, elegant robes, scholarly silks, or majestic capes. Each one possessed the same stern, elongated facial features, all clearly representing Lord Yellow Mountain.
Mo Hua couldn't help but marvel silently.
He wondered how many craftsmen, how much time, and what vast quantities of yellow ore and Spirit Stones were sacrificed to create this many divine images.
This Lord Yellow Mountain...
With such blatant corruption, it was no surprise the lineage had fallen into ruin.
Truly, some fates are dictated by the heavens.
“But why would Lord Yellow Mountain go to such lengths to produce so many statues...?”
Mo Hua felt a flicker of confusion. He whispered the question to himself while continuing to advance with the group.
The path ahead was devoid of any hidden mechanisms or Killing Formations.
This great hall appeared to be a place of worship dedicated to the Great Wilderness royalty and the Mountain God of Solitary Mountain City. While the exterior was filled with lethal traps and treacherous paths, the interior of the hall was kept peaceful and solemn to avoid offending the royal spirits or the gods.
Because of this, the group was able to pass the countless statues undisturbed, reaching the deepest sanctum of the hall.
The innermost chamber was even more magnificent, glowing with a shimmering light.
A massive statue of the Mountain Lord stood at the very back.
Clad in royal armor, this Mountain Lord projected an aura of natural authority. At first glance, he looked like the deity of Solitary Mountain City, but a closer look revealed the distinct features of the Great Wilderness royal family.
The styles of deity and royalty were fused into one, resulting in this colossal statue that dominated the temple's heart.
A sarcophagus rested beneath the statue.
Its design was almost identical to the massive, bright yellow bronze coffin in the underground palace that had been used to cultivate the flesh and corpse statues.
However, this specific sarcophagus was far more refined. It was only large enough for a single person, and it was clearly made from much more precious materials.
Most notably, a powerful and ferocious dragon was carved onto its lid.
This was a dragon coffin!
Mo Hua’s heart skipped a beat as his mind raced.
“Who is interred within this dragon coffin? Is it a member of the Great Wilderness royalty?”
“Is the dragon vein Shen Tuao mentioned hidden inside here as well?”
“For that matter, what actually is the ‘dragon vein’? Is it a legacy, a set of dragon bones, or some other draconic relic?”
“Could it possibly hold... the complete Four Symbols Green Dragon Evil Formation Diagram?”
Mo Hua’s eyes flickered with emotion, and he let out a quiet sigh of relief.
“At last... my Lifebound Formation is within reach...”
The journey had been perilous.
Mo Hua never expected Solitary Mountain City to harbor so many threats or such intricate, deadly plots.
There were tomb passages and haunting corpse spirits.
Flesh sacrifice statues and thousands of bodies sealed in coffins.
The ten-thousand-man pit and the sinister paths of ghosts.
And here, within the Divine Temple, a golden Taoist Field crawling with monsters.
Protected by the ancestors of the Great Wilderness, the dragon head gate could only be unlocked by one carrying the royal bloodline.
Reflecting on the journey, Mo Hua realized that aside from dealing with the ghostly spirits—which was easy for him—he wouldn't have been able to overcome the other obstacles on his own.
He especially had no way to open the dragon gate, since he lacked the necessary royal blood.
Fortunately, those powerful figures from the Demon Sect had inadvertently served as his helpers.
Now, after all that effort, the Great Wilderness dragon coffin was finally before him.
Mo Hua pushed down his internal excitement, standing to the side like a "clueless puppet" with no hidden motives.
As expected, none of the experts present paid him any mind.
Their focus was entirely on the dragon coffin—the ultimate symbol of the Great Wilderness’s royal power and prestige.
“Is it inside?” Young Master Xuan inquired.
The black-robed Elder nodded. “Exactly.”
A look of fanatical greed surfaced in Young Master Xuan’s eyes. “Then why the delay? Why haven't we opened it?”
The Elder shook his head. “Not yet.”
Young Master Xuan’s brow furrowed. “Why not?”
“An Evil Embryo is sealed within that dragon coffin.”
“An Evil Embryo?!”
Young Master Xuan’s pupils shrank in shock.
Mo Hua’s heart also gave a sudden, violent throb.