Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2013  Chapter 967: The Wronged Have Their Revenge (Part 2)

"The ghost that broke free from the copper man's bondage was biting at Shen Qingsheng..."

Mo Hua looked around and seemed to understand something.

Shen Qingsheng is the son of Shen Shouxing.

Shen Shouxing is the chief culprit in the massacre of over a hundred thousand Loose Cultivators at Solitary Mountain City.

There's a bloody cause and effect in all of this.

Thus, when Shen Qingsheng was sucked into a nightmare and fell near this Taoist Field, it immediately drove the surrounding ghosts to madness.

They disregarded everything, desperately breaking free from the copper man's bondage to claim Shen Qingsheng's life.

They wanted to tear him apart alive, leaving his soul in pieces.

What goes around comes around; the cause and effect are set.

Mo Hua didn't really want to intervene, just wanted to leave, but suddenly hesitated mid-turn and decided to save Shen Qingsheng.

He released a hint of pressure to drive away the vengeful spirits.

Then, using his Divine Thought, he gathered the Formation Patterns to seal the vengeful spirits back into the copper men.

The vengeful spirits dispersed, but Shen Qingsheng was still in shock, waving his longsword and shouting:

"Get away, you filthy things, you short-lived wretches, don't touch me, get lost..."

A moment later, realizing the vengeful spirits had retreated, Shen Qingsheng looked bewildered, not knowing what happened, immediately feeling overjoyed.

"It must be the Shen family's ancestors' protection..."

Shen Qingsheng murmured with a pale face, "This ghostly place, I can't stay here..."

He was about to run when he turned and saw an additional person in front of him.

"Child?"

Shen Qingsheng was surprised; as he recognized the face, his pupils shook, "You are... Mo Hua?!"

Mo Hua responded with a light "Mm".

"How could you... be like this?" Shen Qingsheng found it hard to believe.

"This is a dream, a dream has no fixed form."

"This is a dream, a dream has no fixed form."

Mo Hua was too lazy to explain more and said simply.

Shen Qingsheng's gaze darkened as he stared at Mo Hua.

On the surface, Mo Hua seemed just like a normal, powerless child.

Had he regressed?

Should he kill him now?

Shen Qingsheng pondered silently.

There was quite some enmity between him and Mo Hua, and the misfortunes at Solitary Mountain City were essentially caused by Mo Hua.

If it weren't for Mo Hua, he never would have come to Solitary Mountain City, and thus wouldn't have been captured by those damned tomb robbers, subjected to humiliation and persecution in this tomb.

All of this originated from Mo Hua.

He wished Mo Hua would die.

"If I kill him in a dream, I wonder if he'd die in reality..."

Shen Qingsheng stared at the "weak" Mo Hua with a sinister look.

But he hesitated.

The scene of Mo Hua killing Mr. Pi was still vivid in his mind.

He never gained an advantage in Mo Hua's hands.

In the dream, although Mo Hua appeared weak, there was an unfathomable composure about him.

Shen Qingsheng was unsure whether he should act.

Mo Hua looked at him calmly, without knowing what he was thinking, and finally asked, "How much do you know about the Shen family?"

"The Shen family?"

"The mass grave."

Shen Qingsheng's eyelids twitched, "I'm only in Foundation Establishment, just over twenty, how could I know about the family's matters..."

Mo Hua nodded.

Every injustice has its perpetrator.

He no longer paid attention to Shen Qingsheng and walked straight toward the Taoist Field full of copper men and vengeful spirits.

Shen Qingsheng exclaimed, "Where are you going?"

"To the depths of the Divine Temple."

"Can you get out from there?"

"Possibly."

Shen Qingsheng didn't understand, but knowing Mo Hua's cunning nature, wherever he went, even if it wasn't an escape, it was at least a way to survive.

The place was filled with vengeful spirits eager to devour human souls.

Not wanting to stay, Shen Qingsheng followed Mo Hua.

After a few steps, Mo Hua turned to him, "Are you following me?"

Shen Qingsheng sneered, "The path is here, if you can walk it, why can't I?"

Mo Hua silently looked at him, nodded, and said, "Fine, you can follow me."

With a flick of his finger, a faint golden light formed into Divine Mist Formation Patterns, some inscribed on Shen Qingsheng, some on himself.

"This is a formation for concealing auras," Mo Hua said, "Don't break it; if the formation breaks and the aura leaks, not even I can save you from being surrounded by ghostly spirits."

Shen Qingsheng looked at the golden patterns on himself, shocked:

"This little ghost named Mo Hua can draw formations even in dreams? Good thing I didn't act rashly just now..."

"Alright." Shen Qingsheng nodded.

Mo Hua continued walking deeper into the Taoist Field.

He had searched the outside, but found no trace of Elder Xun Ziyou, Master Gu, or Master Fan, so they should be deeper in the Divine Temple.

Where the Evil Embryo lay.

"I hope Elder Xun and the others are safe..."

Mo Hua thought silently.

So Mo Hua walked ahead, Shen Qingsheng followed, and together they walked step by step through the golden copper man-filled Taoist Field toward the deeper part of the Divine Temple.

Along the way, golden copper men were everywhere.

On the copper men, many vengeful souls were bound, sealed, and suffering in pain and despair, struggling with sorrowful faces.

They seemed to faintly sense the deep hatred and cause-and-effect walking past them.

But due to Mo Hua's Divine Mist Formation, they couldn't detect Shen Qingsheng's aura, only ranting and growling in fury.

A deep, bloody hatred was suppressed.

Astonishing anger brewed.

The more Shen Qingsheng walked, the more uneasy he felt, seeing the ugly copper men and hideous vengeful souls around him, he couldn't help but curse:

"These things, ugly and vile, what are they even doing here..."

Mo Hua paused, slowly turned his head, and looked at Shen Qingsheng coldly, "These are all the 'masterpieces' of your Shen family..."