Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2019 - 969: Mountain Lord (2)

"Young Master Mo... What kind of existence is he..."

"He must... be 'human', right..."

...

Deep within the grand hall.

A shattered long halberd, coated in filth and gore, lay abandoned upon the floor.

Wearing the menacing demon armor and resembling Lord Yellow Mountain, the distorted evil embryo remained perfectly still.

A wound had opened on its shoulder, where the meat pulsed, evil energy festered, and dark blood leaked out slowly.

The evil embryo stood motionless, appearing almost confused.

Mo Hua seized this brief opening, gasping for air with desperate intensity.

However, before he could recover, the skin and muscle of the evil embryo began to knit together as its evil essence surged back to life.

The fractured long halberd of the evil god manifested once more in its grip.

Mo Hua clenched his teeth, his breath hitching in shock.

"Too powerful..."

Through this prolonged struggle, Mo Hua had gradually begun to understand the situation.

This evil embryo was a failed birth; essentially, it was the "stillborn" of an evil god, saturated with a death aura far more potent than that of a standard evil god entity.

It appeared to lack consciousness, driven only by primal instincts to consume and slaughter.

Its very being was a fusion of disparate parts.

It held the core essence of an evil god, the physical matter of demon monsters, and the collective agony of over ten thousand mining cultivators who met their ends in Solitary Mountain, along with the malevolent aura spawned from such suffering.

It was a mess of chaos, deformity, and tangled flesh.

Mo Hua had previously sensed a formidable and grotesque node through the Divine Authority Tree in the Great Wilderness; it was now clear that this was the evil embryo of Solitary Mountain.

Furthermore, the most dominant component within this evil embryo was Lord Yellow Mountain.

He was once a deity at the peak of the third grade.

After his death years ago, it seemed his massive remains fell into the evil god's possession, serving as the "medium" for the evil embryo's incubation and descent.

Or perhaps, this had been a plot from the very beginning.

A conspiracy aimed directly at Lord Yellow Mountain.

In the past, Lord Yellow Mountain was simply too mighty, particularly within the third-grade domain of Solitary Mountain; even an evil god found him difficult to oppose.

Thus, the evil god orchestrated his fall, using the hands of others to strike him down.

Once he was corrupted, Lord Yellow Mountain brought about disaster, turning into a hidden menace.

Naturally, the ancestors of the Taixu Gate were forced to execute him.

Following a grueling conflict, Lord Yellow Mountain was defeated by the Taixu Gate ancestors, leaving him mortally wounded with only a tiny fragment of his original consciousness remaining.

Yet, the "corrupted" and fallen body of the Mountain God served as fuel for the evil embryo, changing and merging into its form.

In a way, everyone had been played for fools.

These were the deductions Mo Hua made after witnessing the evil embryo’s true appearance and engaging it in combat.

The broad strokes were likely accurate, though the specific details of the history remained a mystery.

The absolute truth was likely known only to the Lord Yellow Mountain of that era, the ancestors of Taixu Gate, or the mastermind behind the evil god—Mr. Tu.

Regardless of the truth, Mo Hua had no time for deep investigation.

The primary threat was this failed, twisted evil embryo that was meant to remain dormant at the base of Solitary Mountain.

The strength of this evil embryo was simply overwhelming.

Mo Hua pressed his lips together, a sense of frustration rising within him.

It possessed superior speed, more brutal strikes, greater telekinesis, and a sinister evil energy. Its black blood could even eat away at divine marrow, and its demon armor was resistant to both blades and fire.

Every attempt to utilize the Godslaying Sword was cut short by the frenzied evil embryo.

There was no opening at all.

Throughout the fight, Mo Hua had failed to gain any real ground.

The sole bit of optimism was that despite the evil embryo being at the peak of the third grade, the Godslaying Sword could still pierce its armor and flesh, inflicting some damage.

But whether it could actually be killed was still a question.

The main problem was the lack of opportunity.

This creature simply refused to give him the time needed to fully deploy the God-slaying technique.

Because its realm was so high, none of Mo Hua’s restrictive spells, like the Water Prison Technique or Trapping Formations, had any impact.

"Should I retreat for now?"

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, thinking that running away might be the most viable tactic.

Seeing the current state of things, the evil embryo seemed tied to the dragon coffin, unable to leave the front hall.

"What if I fight a bit longer, flee to recover, and then return to strike again?"

Even though the evil embryo was formidable, Mo Hua himself was quite resilient.

By utilizing Divine Thought Taoism and certain Divine Thought Sword Techniques, he could manage to hold his own for a while without being immediately defeated.

If so, his only option was to wear it down through attrition, searching for a lapse in its defense...

As Mo Hua’s mind turned over various strategies to defeat the creature, the evil embryo suddenly vanished.

Alarm flared in Mo Hua’s chest as he scrambled backward.

He was a fraction too slow; a massive, foul-smelling claw tore through the air toward him.

Several deep, bloody gashes were carved into Mo Hua’s back.

His body was hurled through the air like a stone, slamming hard into the wall of the Divine Temple.

With a heavy thud, fractures spread across the stone surface.

Mo Hua ground his teeth against the searing pain, unable to stop himself from swearing: "Lord Yellow Mountain, I’m definitely remembering this debt!"

The foundation of this creature’s power was Lord Yellow Mountain.

If not for him, Mo Hua wouldn't be enduring this agony and these hardships.

But despite the pain and the curses, Mo Hua had to ignore his wounds and force himself up.

He knew the next strike from the evil embryo was coming immediately.

This monster would not grant him a moment of peace.

Bracing himself against the pain, Mo Hua gripped his golden sword, prepared for the next clash, yet the room remained eerily silent as the evil embryo did not approach.