Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2065 Chapter 984: Great Demon Hall (3)

Should he fail to make that breakthrough, a mere few hundred years would mark the end of his life.

Furthermore, the skies bring unforeseen twists, delivering abrupt calamities or fortunes upon humankind.

Should Mo Hua stumble upon some unforeseen disaster, tumble by accident, or see his cultivation stalled, draining away his years until death claims him, it would prove utterly heartbreaking.

Even with smooth progress in cultivation, should the fate of the Dao not run dry, a reunion might happen, though it could span dozens of years or even centuries ahead.

Days fly by in a blur—what state would Mo Hua reach by then?

Would he hold firm to his core, pressing onward with resolve, or face shifts that warp his essence, perhaps plunging into deviation and surrendering to wild delusions? Nothing is certain.

Existence brims with endless shifts.

Spotting someone who can steadfastly guard their Taoist Heart from beginning to end proves exceedingly rare and tough.

As Elder Zheng mulled over these matters, a wave of restlessness washed over him, just as Mo Hua's voice rang out:

"Elder Zheng, the mountains tower high and the path stretches far—stay safe."

Clarity filled Mo Hua's tone, while his eyes shone with vivid resolve and vibrant energy.

Touched by that steady gaze from Mo Hua and swayed by some elusive allure, Elder Zheng found his turmoil easing away.

A gentle smile crossed his face, as myriad ideas churned within, finally shaping into a heartfelt wish:

"Stay safe..."

With a deep, respectful bow, Mo Hua turned away, his steps heavy with reluctance.

Elder Zheng lingered by the entrance, his eyes fixed on Mo Hua fading into the horizon.

Shadows cloaked the land as night enveloped everything.

For what seemed an eternity, Elder Zheng remained at the threshold.

All the while, he tracked Mo Hua's form, like watching the sole "spark" glimmering in this shadowed realm as the endless darkness settled in.

...

Having parted from Elder Zheng, Mo Hua made his way back to the Taixu Gate, where he sat by himself at the table in the Disciple's Residence, his eyes locked on the dancing candlelight.

The elder's words lingered vividly in his mind.

"These so-called 'demons' don't spring from wombs or eggs—they transform..."

"Righteous and demonic paths stand apart, yet they stem from the same source."

"Great Demon Hall..."

A vague outline of the world's vast design and the "Dao" etched into every living being's Life Chart began to emerge for Mo Hua.

An intense wave of pressure welled up inside him.

Mo Hua grasped that the situation could be far graver than he'd imagined.

On top of that, a darker, more frightening suspicion crept into his thoughts.

"The Dao of Heaven cuts from excess to aid the deficient; the Dao of Man strips from the needy to feed the abundant."

True immortality demands grasping the Heavenly Dao.

If that's the case, then across this boundless realm, myriad cultivators chase the Dao and immortality on the surface, but truly tread a path utterly reversed.

The Dao they seek isn't the Heavenly one at all.

The immortality they pursue isn't the authentic kind.

A profound chill seized Mo Hua's soul.

In such a structure, pursuing the real Heavenly Dao and genuine immortality would surely set him against the mightiest powers ruling the cultivation realm.

The trials, barriers, and deadly perils—just picturing them choked the breath from his chest.

And that might only scratch the surface...

These represent just the outlines he can perceive.

Do hidden horrors lurk, weaving even grander, older, and deeper plots around the pursuit of "immortality"?

A shiver of dread gripped Mo Hua as he sat in quiet reflection for a long stretch.

"Far too arduous..."

With a heavy sigh, Mo Hua's expression hardened into unyielding determination.

Hardship defines the true path.

Were immortality an easy feat, throngs would have soared to the heavens ages ago.

Its difficulty grants it worth chasing.

Its challenge lets one display their mettle.

Chasing ease and drifting with the current would squander his innate gifts on the Divine Way, dishonor his master's guidance, and forsake his parents along with every elder who instructed him.

The night deepened, the flame wavered, its glow mirroring the stellar brightness in Mo Hua's eyes.

"I need to grow immensely powerful..."

...

Come morning, Mo Hua dove back into cultivation, honing the Reversed Spirit Formation.

In spare moments, he delved deeply into the Divine Way insights shared by Lord Yellow Mountain, charting the course for his Divine Thought's growth.

For now, his body and Spiritual Power wouldn't see major gains.

Array formations could advance, yet haste wasn't called for.

Beyond that, the key area for improvement lay in his Divine Thought, the bedrock for grasping formations and the Dao of Divine Sense.

Though potent already, Mo Hua's Divine Thought fell short of his standards.

The clash with the Evil Embryo left him deeply unsatisfied.

On the surface, the Evil Embryo perished, and victory was his.

Yet Mo Hua understood true triumph had eluded him.

He'd seized a flaw, wielding the Godslaying Sword to cleave the Evil Embryo and Mountain Lord's divine remnants, sparking an inner "rift" within the foe.

In the end, Lord Yellow Mountain unleashed Divine Skills, sacrificing himself alongside the Evil Embryo to free him from the nightmare.

Throughout, aid came from Solitary Mountain's resentful spirits and Fierce Ghosts.

Thus, Solitary Mountain's fight succeeded through "connections" and "favor."

Those aligned with the Dao draw abundant support; those adrift find scant aid.

Such backing signals his Dao's righteousness.

Still, Mo Hua knew this reliance wasn't ideal.

Lasting victory shouldn't depend on others' help, nor did he relish fates of life and death slipping from his grasp.

His Divine Thought demanded greater might!

To grow stronger, as Lord Yellow Mountain advised, meant advancing further on the Divine Way, shattering "mortal" bounds so his Divine Thought could achieve deity-level "form shifts," solidifying like protective armor.

Meanwhile, he would keep absorbing the Dragon Soul, probing if he could infuse his Divine Thought with its essence.

Perhaps this would let him summon dragon scales, dragon claws, and don dragon armor.

Elevating his Divine Thought's power to new heights.

Merging these methods, alongside refining formations, Divine Thought Taoism, and Heaven Yan Jue's adaptations, would let his Divine Sense strengthen without end.

One day, potent enough to rend Evil Gods asunder with his hands alone.

Yet that aim lay far off still.

And even then, it wouldn't suffice entirely.

No matter the Divine Sense's prowess, it pertained to battles in the Divine Thought Void Realm.

The physical world required its own brand of lethal force.

Mo Hua held clear notions on this.

He'd mulled it over, tested it repeatedly in the past, only to falter since his Divine Sense hadn't hit Twenty Patterns for the "God-slaying" Out-of-body Technique.

Now, with his Divine Sense forming a Core, he qualified to attempt it anew.

Shaping the Tai Xu God-Slaying Sword via Divine Thought, launching it from the eye's gateway, blurring the line between real and illusory to enact Divine Thought Slaughter.

Employing the Sword of Divine Thought from his Sea of Consciousness to strike down bodily foes in the tangible realm.