Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2013 Chapter 967: The Wronged Have Their Revenge (Part 2)

"The spirit that escaped the copper man's shackles was lunging at Shen Qingsheng..."

Surveying the surroundings, Mo Hua appeared to reach a sudden realization.

Shen Qingsheng was the son of Shen Shouxing.

It was Shen Shouxing who reigned as the primary architect behind the slaughter of more than a hundred thousand Loose Cultivators within Solitary Mountain City.

A heavy, blood-soaked karmic debt bound all of this together.

Consequently, the moment Shen Qingsheng was pulled into the nightmare and manifested near this Taoist Field, the local ghosts were instantly whipped into a frenzy.

Ignoring all else, they fought desperately to shatter the copper man's bindings, driven by a singular need to end Shen Qingsheng’s life.

Their desire was to shred him while he still breathed, tearing his very soul into jagged fragments.

Retribution follows its own laws; the seeds of cause and effect had been sown.

Initially, Mo Hua had no intention of interfering and prepared to depart, but he paused mid-step. Changing his mind, he decided to rescue Shen Qingsheng.

He projected a sliver of spiritual pressure, forcing the vengeful spirits to retreat.

Then, manifesting his Divine Thought, he woven Formation Patterns together to imprison the spirits back within their copper shells.

Although the spirits had been driven back, Shen Qingsheng remained trapped in a state of terror, frantically swinging his sword and screaming:

"Stay back, you disgusting creatures! You wretched, short-lived filth, don't you dare touch me! Get away!"

When he finally noticed the ghosts had withdrawn, Shen Qingsheng stood paralyzed with confusion. Not understanding how he had survived, a wave of relief washed over him.

"The ancestors of the Shen family must be watching over me..."

Pale and trembling, Shen Qingsheng whispered, "I can't stay in this cursed place a second longer..."

He turned to flee, only to find someone standing directly in his path.

"A child?"

Shen Qingsheng gasped in shock. As he focused on the boy’s features, his eyes widened in terror. "You... you are Mo Hua?!"

Mo Hua gave a short, indifferent "Mm" in response.

"How is it possible... for you to look like this?" Shen Qingsheng stammered, unable to process the sight.

"This is a dream; forms are not fixed here."

Unwilling to waste breath on a detailed explanation, Mo Hua spoke curtly.

Shen Qingsheng’s expression darkened as he scrutinized Mo Hua.

To the naked eye, Mo Hua appeared to be nothing more than an ordinary, defenseless young boy.

Had his Cultivation regressed?

Was this the perfect chance to kill him?

Shen Qingsheng weighed his options in silence.

The grudge between them ran deep; the disasters that befell Solitary Mountain City were essentially Mo Hua's doing.

Had Mo Hua not interfered, Shen Qingsheng would never have stepped foot in Solitary Mountain City. He wouldn't have been snatched by those thieving tomb robbers, nor would he have endured such degradation within this tomb.

Mo Hua was the root of all his suffering.

He craved the boy's death.

"If I slay him within this dream, I wonder if his life would end in the waking world as well..."

Shen Qingsheng cast a predatory, malicious gaze at the "fragile" Mo Hua.

Yet, he wavered.

The memory of Mo Hua executing Mr. Pi remained burned into his mind.

He had never once managed to gain the upper hand against this boy.

Even if Mo Hua looked weak in this dreamscape, he possessed an unnerving, unfathomable air of calm.

Shen Qingsheng was paralyzed by indecision.

Mo Hua watched him with a neutral expression, seemingly indifferent to the man's internal struggle, before finally asking, "How much do you actually know regarding the Shen family?"

"The Shen family?"

"The mass grave."

Shen Qingsheng’s eyes flickered nervously. "I have only reached Foundation Establishment and am barely twenty years old. How could I be privy to the inner workings of the family?"

Mo Hua gave a slight nod.

Every debt has its debtor.

Ignoring Shen Qingsheng, he turned and began walking toward the heart of the Taoist Field, moving past the copper men and the restless spirits.

Shen Qingsheng shouted after him, "Where are you going?"

"Into the inner sanctum of the Divine Temple."

"Is there a way out through there?"

"It is a possibility."

Shen Qingsheng was baffled, but he knew Mo Hua was a cunning fox. Wherever the boy went—even if it wasn't an exit—it was surely the best chance for survival.

This place was crawling with ghosts hungry for human souls.

Terrified of being left alone, Shen Qingsheng hurried to follow Mo Hua.

After a few paces, Mo Hua glanced back. "You’re following me?"

Shen Qingsheng sneered defensively, "The road is right here. If you can walk it, why shouldn't I?"

Mo Hua looked at him silently for a moment, then nodded. "Very well, you may follow."

With a casual motion of his fingers, he manifested a soft golden light that transformed into Divine Mist Formation Patterns. He inscribed them onto both Shen Qingsheng and himself.

"This is an aura-concealing formation," Mo Hua explained. "Do not disturb it. If the formation fails and your presence leaks out, even I won't be able to protect you from the swarm of ghosts."

Shen Qingsheng stared at the glowing golden lines on his body, his heart racing with shock.

*This little brat Mo Hua can actually construct formations inside a dream? It’s a damn good thing I didn’t strike just now...*

"Fine," Shen Qingsheng agreed with a nod.

Mo Hua continued his trek deeper into the Taoist Field.

He had already scoured the outer perimeter without finding any sign of Elder Xun Ziyou, Master Gu, or Master Fan. This suggested they had to be deeper within the Divine Temple.

Right where the Evil Embryo was located.

*I hope Elder Xun and the others are still alive...*

Mo Hua thought to himself.

Thus, the two moved forward—Mo Hua leading the way and Shen Qingsheng trailing behind—traversing the field of golden copper men as they headed for the temple's depths.

The path was lined with those metallic statues.

Countless vengeful souls were bound to the copper forms, sealed in a state of eternal agony and despair, their faces twisted in perpetual suffering.

They seemed to catch a faint scent of the blood-grudge and the karmic tie passing by.

However, thanks to the Divine Mist Formation, they could not pinpoint Shen Qingsheng’s location, leaving them to growl and howl in impotent rage.

A mountain of bloody hatred was being forcibly held back.

A terrifying storm of anger was brewing.

As they walked, Shen Qingsheng grew increasingly agitated. Seeing the distorted copper men and the hideous spirits, he couldn't help but spit out a curse:

"These vile, ugly things... what purpose do they even serve in a place like this?"

Mo Hua stopped in his tracks. He slowly turned his head, fixing Shen Qingsheng with a gaze as cold as ice. "These 'things' are the proud legacy of your Shen family."