Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2012 Chapter 967: Every Crime Has Its Master

A collision of violent, eerie, and malicious evil thoughts erupted.

In a flash, the world began to spin and the environment shifted. The vision of his Divine Sense started to warp and dissolve as if he were plunging into a suffocating, murky abyss.

Under the crushing weight of such immense malice, everyone’s Divine Soul shuddered. Even those at the peak of the Golden Core stage were unable to endure it; their gazes turned hollow, their complexions darkened, and they collapsed one after another.

Mo Hua resisted the longest, though the struggle was grueling.

It felt as though a sinister telekinetic force was relentlessly twisting the fabric of his Sea of Consciousness, attempting to tear his Divine Sense away from his body.

Watching Elder Xun and the others fall, Mo Hua eventually reached his limit.

He ceased his resistance, permitting that wicked power to pull his Divine Thought avatar from his Sea of Consciousness and drag it into a mysterious, foreign realm.

The scenery around him resembled a chaotic mirror reflecting thousands of fractured minds.

It was a bizarre and fantastical landscape, saturated with vivid, clashing colors.

The air was thick with sensations of coldness, resentment, fragmentation, and deformity.

The world shattered and blurred, twisting before finally reconstructing itself.

When Mo Hua’s eyes opened once more, he found himself trapped within a surreal nightmare world.

He was still surrounded by a massive Divine Temple.

This structure bore a striking resemblance to the one he had seen in the physical world moments ago.

While the pavilions were grand and the towers remained imposing, adorned with gold and jade, the entire place was now permeated by thick, unsettling, pitch-black evil thoughts.

Foul black water oozed into the gilded pavilions.

Lumps of rotting flesh, manifested from pure malice, dangled from the curved eaves of the roof.

Ugly, deformed eyes were embedded within the walls, staring out with looks of utter despair.

Above, ghosts drifted through the sky like heavy, dark clouds.

Taking in the sight, Mo Hua drew a sharp breath. His eyes narrowed as his mind began to race:

"The Second Elder's physical form is gone, the witchcraft is broken, and the dragon lock has been destroyed. The evil embryo must have finally awakened..."

"Its malice is so potent that it flooded the Divine Temple in an instant, warping reality and pulling the Divine Sense of everyone present into this nightmare."

"This nightmare is the domain of the evil embryo. As long as it exists, the dream cannot be shattered."

"Everyone is caught in this trap; their only fate is to be consumed by the embryo one by one, serving as fuel for this nightmare..."

"To put it simply, this is a death trap..."

"Is this what that pale, sinister man-demon intended?"

"He wants everyone to perish within this nightmare..."

Mo Hua looked up at the Divine Temple. It was filled with the aura of an Evil God—simultaneously sacred and solemn, yet deeply corrupted and degenerate. His expression turned grave.

This was the most powerful and vivid nightmare of evil thoughts he had ever encountered.

The malice saturating the air was so dense it felt almost physical.

Mo Hua’s brow furrowed.

"A peak Third Grade evil embryo..."

Despite his potent Divine Sense, his mastery of Divine Thought Taoism, and his training in the God-slaying Sword Forms of the Taixu Gate, he was unsure how to destroy such a monstrous entity.

After a moment of silent contemplation, Mo Hua let out a soft sigh.

"I need to locate Elder Xun and Master Gu first..."

Elder Xun and the rest had undoubtedly been pulled into this nightmare, and their current locations were a mystery.

Although they were Golden Core experts, they did not specialize in the Path of Divine Sense or Divine Thought techniques. Leaving their Divine Thoughts exposed in such a lethal environment was incredibly risky.

Their lives would be in grave danger if they encountered any threats here.

Since Elder Xun and the others had risked themselves to save him from the evil embryo, Mo Hua felt both a moral and logical obligation to ensure they were safe.

As for the peak Third Grade evil embryo, he would have to deal with it when the time came.

Mo Hua scanned the nightmare, estimated his bearings, and began climbing the stairs toward the inner depths of the Divine Temple.

Fortunately, the Void Realm of Divine Thought is built upon the foundation of the physical world.

While differences existed, the primary layout remained largely the same.

Having already navigated the path to the inner temple in the real world, Mo Hua knew the general route.

The golden stairs were now smeared with filthy, black blood.

Mo Hua suppressed his aura, masked his Divine Thought, and concealed his golden Divine Marrow. Looking like a common child, he ascended the steps one by one.

Monstrous demons and ghosts of various shapes flew and danced wildly around him.

However, none were able to see through his concealment.

Mo Hua continued his steady advance until he arrived at a golden Taoist Field.

The layout and position of this field mirrored the one outside, but here, the copper figures did not hold statues. Instead, each one served as a cage for a tormented soul.

These souls were trapped within the copper, forced to bow and worship toward the distant temple.

They wailed and struggled in agony.

Their despair and pain were transformed into energy, flowing like nourishment toward the heart of the Divine Temple.

They had been slaves in life, exploited by others.

In death, they remained wronged souls, their suffering harvested to feed the evil embryo.

This was the dark logic behind the Divine Temple's existence.

This was the grim reality of Solitary Mountain.

A flicker of pity appeared in Mo Hua’s eyes.

Suddenly, a piercing shriek echoed. Mo Hua turned toward the noise and saw several stray ghosts and lost souls that had escaped the copper figures. With blood-red eyes and dripping maws, they were lunging like rabid dogs at a person.

The victim was a pale young man with a weak presence—it was Shen Qingsheng.

Panic-stricken, Shen Qingsheng was swinging his longsword frantically to fend off the biting ghosts.

The sword was the embryonic form of his personal Magical Treasure, which he had refined for years. Because of this, it could manifest within the nightmare, but its power was limited, making it difficult for him to fight off even ordinary spirits.