Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 1983  Chapter 957: Lighting of Human Lamps

And for orphans, life is tough, with nowhere to cultivate. Even when they grow up, they are likely to die in the harsh world of cultivation. Their children become orphans again...

Generation after generation, Solitary Mountain City truly became the City of Solitude.

But this matter is probably not that simple...

Mo Hua silently turned his head to look at Shen Qingsheng beside him.

Shen Qingsheng had been knocked unconscious by a Bear Demon Cultivator and dragged along the way. Now, stimulated by the yin energy, he saw endless corpses before him. His pupils dilated, and his face turned deathly pale.

Young Master Xuan also glanced at him, exclaiming:

"Is this the work of your Shen Family? Such a large mass grave; it seems at least a hundred thousand are dead here..."

Shen Qingsheng was immediately terrified, "How could this be possible? How could my Shen Family have done something like this?"

Young Master Xuan gave a sinister smile, "Isn't this your Shen Family's mine?"

"No..."

"It's not your Shen Family's mine?"

"Yes..."

In his panic, Shen Qingsheng blurted, "No! It must be someone framing us, creating such slaughter under my Shen Family's mine! It must be!"

"My Shen Family is upright, a prestigious fifth-grade family in the Qianxue state boundary, with hereditary ties to the Qian Taoist Sect, conducting ourselves justly and properly..."

"This... this is a mining disaster, a natural calamity, unrelated to my Shen Family!"

Shen Qingsheng gritted his teeth and said.

Young Master Xuan sneered, "Whether or not your Shen Family did it, once this matter is exposed, says that beneath your Shen Family's mine lies a mass grave. If the Taoist Court investigates, you'll be in serious trouble."

Shen Qingsheng's face suddenly turned ashen, "No, these lowly laborers, if they die, they die. What does it have to do with my Shen Family..."

Mo Hua's gaze grew slightly cold.

But Young Master Xuan shook his head, not really caring what Shen Qingsheng said.

The old man in a black robe felt the same.

They had more important matters to attend to.

"The thing, it's in this mass grave..." The old man in the black robe seemed to have confirmed something, turned around, and looked at Mo Hua, "Young brother, could you lead the way?"

Mo Hua was taken aback and asked, "What thing?"

"The real tomb," said the old man in the black robe.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and shook his head, "Elder, in this mass grave, there are corpses everywhere, and only a few traces of formations. I'm afraid I can't find the way..."

He was telling the truth.

Moreover, the formation of the tomb was his weak point.

He had no idea what kind of grave these Demon Cultivators were searching for.

Not to mention, in this mass grave, where corpses lay like grass, endless and bottomless, it was impossible to find any direction.

The old man in the black robe glanced at Mr. Hui.

Mr. Hui had a troubled look and also shook his head, saying:

"This mass grave at most is a 'chaotic burial ground', not a formal tomb. There is no pattern to follow, I have no solution."

The old man in the black robe gave Mr. Hui a deep look, confirmed he was not lying, slightly frowned, then turned his head to the Demon Sect leader:

"Can you sense it?"

Sense?

Mo Hua's heart stirred, and he secretly looked toward the Demon Cultivator leader with the Evil Dragon aura.

The Demon Sect leader took out a knife, sliced his wrist, and collected the blood in his palm.

The deep red blood seemed to tremble in his palm, as if drawn by some unseen force.

"Let's go."

The Demon Sect leader's voice was low and authoritative.

Then his burly body leaped straight into the mass grave.

The others hesitated for a moment, then could only follow behind him.

As they jumped into the mass grave, all around them were the corpses of Mining Cultivators, who had died on the brink of despair. There was a chilling, invasive chill.

Fortunately, this mass grave was initially a massive mine collapse, which left some mountain paths between the corpses.

The group followed the mountain paths, moving toward the distance, as if walking within a dense sea of corpses.

Mo Hua was constantly worried these dead bodies would suddenly move and swallow them whole.

But fortunately, these corpses, unlike the corpse spirits outside, did not move, and were truly just corpses.

Yet as Mo Hua watched, he felt a sense of unease.

Logically, so many cultivators dying tragically should generate immense death and resentment energy.

These energies tied together over the years, these corpses could not possibly avoid "corpse transformation."

But these corpses now just piled together, showing no signs of "mutation"...

Mo Hua frowned, looked closer, and suddenly felt an epiphany.

"These corpses... seem to have been drained?"

"Something is extracting the death energy and resentment from these corpses?"

Mo Hua's eyes trembled slightly. He quietly looked away and continued to follow the group.

As they walked for a while, Mo Hua suddenly looked up, his pupils slightly contracting.

In his Divine Sense vision, the sky ahead appeared different, with countless, broken... evil spirits floating in the air?

No...

These evil spirits, in a fragmented "human shape", seemed more like wandering ghosts.

These ghosts blocked the path ahead of the group.

At that moment, the old man in the black robe raised his hand and said, "Stop."

After the group stopped, the old man in the black robe furrowed his brows, then looked to Mr. Hui, "Mr. Hui, the yin energy ahead is quite heavy."

Mr. Hui didn't dare to be negligent either, he took out a Jade Pendant, bit his finger, and smeared his blood on it. Then, the Jade Pendant shone with an eerie green light.

Mr. Hui, with a solemn expression, lowered his voice:

"There are some unclean things."

Mo Hua felt a sudden realization.

"So that's how it is..."

These people, Mr. Hui who specializes in Maoshan Skill, including this seasoned Second Elder of the Demon Sect, could not "see" these spirits as he could.

They could only vaguely sense the yin energy and then use some magical tools to predict.