Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2015 Chapter 968: The Childlike Heart

Trembling with terror, Shen Qingsheng fought against his restraints, pleading: "No, don't kill me!"

"I am a direct descendant of the Shen Family! You lack the authority to take my life!"

"If you slay me, my father will hunt you down, and the entire Shen Family will never grant you peace..."

Suddenly, Mo Hua came to a halt.

Shen Qingsheng froze momentarily before shrieking: "It is good that you have finally grasped the meaning of fear! Now, hurry up and release me!"

Mo Hua stepped toward Shen Qingsheng with slow, deliberate movements. He reached out and pressed his palm firmly against the other man's head.

An inexplicable dread washed over Shen Qingsheng, but it was quickly replaced by a warm glow. A stream of incredibly refined telekinesis began flowing into his body, nourishing his divine thought. It felt like a blessing from a "deity," granting him a sense of power he had never experienced before.

Shen Qingsheng was initially delighted, then confused. "You... what is the meaning of this?"

Mo Hua spoke in a gentle tone, "You are currently too thin; there isn't enough of you for them to consume."

"I intend to fatten you up slightly and make you more robust. That way, they can eat their fill and feel truly satisfied."

Fatten him up?!

Shen Qingsheng’s eyes bulged in shock as he roared: "Mo Hua! You demonic specter! Do you still possess a shred of humanity?"

Mo Hua offered a faint smile. "I am merely doing you a kindness, allowing you to experience the sensation of being devoured—having your blood drained, your bones gnawed, and your marrow sucked dry..."

The smile was both innocent and profound, possessing a quality that was simultaneously holy and grotesque.

Horror gripped Shen Qingsheng as he finally realized he had no true understanding of who this seemingly harmless disciple of the Taixu Gate actually was.

Mo Hua continued to pour telekinesis into Shen Qingsheng, watching as he became "stronger" and "plumper" until the state was perfect. He then fashioned a rope out of telekinesis and launched Shen Qingsheng into the air like a kite.

It was exactly like tossing a prime cut of meat into a pack of starving wolves.

One stone had truly stirred a thousand waves.

In a heartbeat, thousands of vengeful souls and ghostly entities erupted forward. They swarmed Shen Qingsheng, shredding his divine thought and feasting upon his divine soul.

The Shen Family was the reason their homes were destroyed and they had perished in the suffocating darkness underground, enslaved by the evil embryo without ever seeing the sun again.

While alive, these people had hungered for the flesh of the Shen Family and thirsted for their blood.

Now, in the afterlife, they finally had the opportunity to tear apart the divine soul of a Shen Family scion.

They relished the sugary taste of vengeance.

Furthermore, this was the sole son of Shen Shouxing.

Their long-simmering resentment was finally unleashed, and the blood-stained karma began to settle.

As the fierce ghosts tore into Shen Qingsheng’s divine thought, the aura of filth and hatred surrounding them began to fade. Even the malevolent energy permeating the entire Divine Temple started to diminish.

These enslaved souls had served as nourishment for the evil embryo; now that their grievances were being soothed, the oppressive weight the embryo held over Mo Hua lightened considerably.

From the void, Mo Hua sensed a faint, spectral "gratitude," as if resolving the ancient grudges of these fierce ghosts had granted him some positive "karma."

Or perhaps, was this more akin to "merit"?

Mo Hua felt a brief moment of surprise.

He didn't truly comprehend the nuances of merit, nor did he focus much on such things...

In all matters, one ought to follow the Dao, adhere to natural laws, remain true to one's heart, and avoid chasing merit for its own sake.

Mo Hua turned his back and walked away.

Suspended in the air like a "kite," Shen Qingsheng was ripped apart by a sea of ghosts. His soul was bitten and his marrow drained.

He finally understood the agonizing pain of being exploited—the feeling of having one's lifeblood sucked away and bones crushed. It was a lingering, excruciating despair, like being slowly dismantled by a dull blade.

Nothing remained for him but the embrace of death.

Watching Mo Hua’s retreating figure, Shen Qingsheng bellowed in a final rage:

"Mo Hua!"

"Mo Hua... even if I become a ghost, I will never let you go!!"

Mo Hua stopped mid-step upon hearing the curse. He turned back toward Shen Qingsheng and replied with a serene smile: "That would be... most welcome."

While you are human, I treat you with kindness.

But if you choose to become a ghost, you will discover exactly how terrifying I can be...

...

As Shen Qingsheng was consumed by the vengeful spirits, his karmic ties slowly unraveled.

Mo Hua turned back and ventured further into the depths of the Divine Temple.

After walking for a time, a sudden disturbance in divine thought echoed from the distance. Guided by the noise, Mo Hua arrived to find Master Gu and Fan Jin not far away. One swung a sword while the other brandished a hammer, both struggling in a desperate battle against a swarm of evil ghosts.

They were Golden Core Cultivators, possessing the powerful divine sense of the Golden Core Realm.

However, they were not practitioners of Array Formations. Their divine sense lacked the necessary refinement, and they possessed no knowledge of Divine Thought Skills. Consequently, they were forced to rely on their raw divine sense, fighting the ghosts through sheer instinct.

At most, they could project their own Magical Treasures to use as weapons.

But this method was far too inefficient; it lacked the lethality required to destroy the evil ghosts. Instead, the ghosts circled them, waiting for any opening to lunge in and tear away a piece of their divine thought.

Master Gu and Fan Jin were in a dire state. Their divine thought was steadily eroding, and they were reaching the brink of total exhaustion.

"Damn it... I refuse to end like this, dying as nothing more than a pathetic Supervisor..." Fan Jin roared in frustration, smashing his hammer into a wandering spirit.

The spirit shattered into pieces, only to twist and reform itself instantly.

Fan Jin’s skin crawled. "What in the world... what kind of cursed things are these?"

Master Gu sliced an evil ghost in half with his longsword, but his heart sank as he watched the two halves merge back together.

This was the first time either of them had faced such high-level spectral entities personally.

Such unnatural beings completely defied their common understanding of the world.

And who knew how many more of these fierce ghosts were hiding deeper inside.

Looking at their current predicament, it seemed they would not only fail to save Young Master Mo but might also lose their own lives here.

"The world of Cultivation is truly treacherous and unpredictable, filled with hidden slaughter at every turn..."