Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 1123: Chapter 687: Divine Way (Extra for the Grand Alliance Leader, the Great Luo Heavenly Immortal, the Long-lived Sovereign Emperor)_3 Chapter 1123: Chapter 687: Divine Way (Extra for the Grand Alliance Leader, the Great Luo Heavenly Immortal, the Long-lived Sovereign Emperor)_3 This fish demon is the “medium” polluted by the Evil God.

It is not yet powerful at this moment.

But once it has been fed more, as it continuously devours and grows, the entire well will turn into a source of pollution, spreading contamination to the surrounding areas through the well water.

And the whole fishing village will also become a “breeding ground” for the spread of the Evil God.

Mo Hua felt somewhat heavy-hearted, yet still very puzzled.

If this is the case, then this well is merely a “medium” for the Evil God’s propagation, not the origin of the Evil God.

These fish cannot possibly be the Evil God.

Where exactly is the real body of the Evil God?

Mo Hua put himself in the shoes of the situation and thought.

If I were a “little Evil God”, or a devout “god servant” propagating for the Evil God, I certainly wouldn’t put all the eggs in one basket.

This also means not placing the propagation medium and the foundation of the Evil God in the same well.

The real body of the Evil God needs to be concealed, unknown, and immune to offence and sacrilege.

The propagation medium equally requires concealment, yet it must be widely spread, contaminating the believers like well water.

There must be a connection between the two, but they cannot be completely isolated from each other.

“In that case, there’s something very wrong with this well…”

The secret of the Evil God is likely hidden in the well, for there are no other traces of the Evil God within a ten-mile radius other than this well.

“But what exactly is the secret, where is it hidden, and how is it concealed?”

Mo Hua scratched his head, somewhat perplexed.

The well’s bottom is dangerous, and I can’t reach it, but outside the well…

Mo Hua walked another circle around the mouth of the well, still finding no other clues.

Not a single clue was given.

Mo Hua sighed inwardly, “The matters of the Evil God’s propagation are truly inscrutable…”

But he was not resigned to give up, and searched the vicinity of the well once more.

However, until dawn approached and the east turned pale, he still came up with nothing.

Mo Hua sighed and could only temporarily give up.

He then vanished from sight and quietly left the well, heading straight to the familiar big tree at the entrance of the village, climbed up its branches, and continued his patient observation.

“I refuse to believe that I can’t catch your little tail…”

Mo Hua sat cross-legged, somewhat angry.

The morning sun rose, and the little fishing village was as usual.

Mo Hua kept staring and staring, from morning to noon, then watched helplessly as each household in the village rose smoke from cooking, drinking fish soup.

Mo Hua had mixed feelings.

This fish soup… cannot be consumed…

The more they drink, the heavier the pollution by the Evil God.

But right now, he’s powerless to warn them and cannot alert the enemy, only able to find a way to seek out the root of the Evil God, to see if there’s a solution from the origin…

Mo Hua sighed.

Just as he was lost in his sigh, Mo Hua caught something out of the corner of his eye and suddenly paused.

He spotted an acquaintance…

A face full of stubble, muscled and sinewy, with a dark complexion, looking like a burly man skilled in water…

It was the Crossing River Dragon in disguise!

Mo Hua’s eyes lit up.

Finally, he had caught him!

After vanishing for several days from the little fishing village, Crossing River Dragon had finally reappeared.

It was noon, Crossing River Dragon carried a fish basket on his back, dressed as a Fish Cultivator, walking through the fishing village as if nobody around him mattered, without arousing suspicion from anyone.

In the village, Crossing River Dragon meandered aimlessly, seeming to check on the conditions of the Fish Cultivators, or perhaps looking for something.

Especially when passing by Old Yu’s house, his gaze deepened, appearing to be deep in thought.

Afterward, he left the small fishing village with the fish basket on his back.

Mo Hua hurriedly followed and discovered that after leaving the fishing village, Crossing River Dragon went straight to the Mistwater River, and with a powerful leap, plunged into the river.

Afterwards, he swam like a big black fish, moving wantonly under the water.

Mo Hua’s Divine Sense was potent, and after studying the White Wave Skill, he became familiar with the movement technique of White Wave, as well as the arts of water manipulation and demon avoidance. His Divine Sense even developed a slight sensation with the Mistwater River.

Crossing River Dragon appeared to be submerged at the bottom of the river, yet he was always under Mo Hua’s watchful gaze.

Every single movement of his was crystal clear to Mo Hua.

And Crossing River Dragon, clearly, was still totally unaware.

Thus, Mo Hua kept watching. Crossing River Dragon kept swimming, and as dusk approached, Mo Hua started to feel a bit anxious.

He could rest for two days at a time, and this was already the second day.

By nightfall, he would have to return to his sect for classes.

But he had followed this far; missing out now could mean losing the thread, perhaps never to find such an opportunity again.

Moreover, matters concerning the Evil God were better handled sooner rather than later.

Mo Hua clenched his teeth and sent a message to Gu Changhuai:

“Uncle Gu, I’ve made a significant discovery, please ask the sect to grant me one day off!”

Uncle Gu was a Supervisor at the Taoist Court. His interceding would carry more weight than if Mo Hua requested it himself.

Today, no matter what, he had to uncover the secrets of Crossing River Dragon and the small fishing village’s Evil God…

Mo Hua’s gaze was unwavering.

Afterwards, Crossing River Dragon, just like before, swam leisurely back and forth in the Mistwater River, even catching a few fish, until the sky darkened and he finally came ashore.

Upon landing, he did as he had done previously, taking out his fish basket, filling it with the few dead fish he had caught, and carrying it back to the small fishing village.

Mo Hua followed stealthily behind.

As they entered the small fishing village, Crossing River Dragon looked around cautiously. Still, he took the same route as before, turned into the same narrow lane, and then disappeared straight away.

Mo Hua’s brows furrowed slightly.

But this time, he had an inkling of what was going on.

The night was pitch-black and the moonlight chilled.

Gradually, the atmosphere in the air became more oppressive.

Stepping on the slightly damp ground within the small fishing village, inhaling the increasingly intense fishy scent, Mo Hua headed straight for the well at the back of the village.

Upon reaching the well, a glint appeared in Mo Hua’s eyes.

Indeed, Crossing River Dragon was here as well!

As Mo Hua approached quietly, he saw Crossing River Dragon place the fish basket aside, then take out a brush and an inkstone from his bosom.

The brush bristles were black, seemingly made from human hair.

The inkstone was white, eerily bone-like. After grinding for a moment, actual blood flowed out.

Crossing River Dragon dipped the brush made of human hair into the blood ink from the bone inkstone and started drawing extremely peculiar, primitive and obscure Patterns around the well.

Seeing this, Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart.

“Is this… Evil Path Formation Patterns?”

This Crossing River Dragon was actually a Formation Master?

Next to the odd well, Crossing River Dragon, with devoted eyes and a humble expression, continued to draw the blood-red Formation Patterns.

Mo Hua secretly watched from the side.

As the number of Formation Patterns increased, the aura within the well grew increasingly eerie.

Finally, when Crossing River Dragon finished drawing all the Formation Patterns, the well trembled violently, and then, it seemed as if causality had been reversed.

To Mo Hua’s senses, the well had become something completely different…

An overwhelmingly pungent, fishy stench with a hint of rot hit him in the face.

A ghastly scarlet mist began to billow out from the well, gradually spreading outward and eventually enveloping the entire small fishing village.

It was as if the “Seal” of this well had been opened…

Mo Hua was shocked. His gaze fixed upon the formation at the edge of the well, intense and serious.

What exactly was this Formation…

That it could contain the aura of an Evil God at the bottom of a well…

Mo Hua furrowed his brows deeply, lost in thought, when suddenly an idea surfaced in his mind.

“Seal…”

Mo Hua’s pupils constricted.

Could this possibly be… what Lord Yellow Mountain spoke of, the almost lost…

Divine Tao Array?!