Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2532: Chapter 31: City Massacre

”Young Master Mo, what exactly happened?”

Back at the inn, Elder Ji cautiously asked Mo Hua.

Though he indulged in pleasures, he had encountered many cultivators over the years, so his mind was sharp, and he could sense that something was wrong.

Mo Hua originally didn’t want to speak, but seeing Elder Ji’s anxious expression, he pondered for a moment, set up a formation, and isolated sound and vision, then slowly said:

”This Little Post City, the whole city of cultivators, all will face a deadly calamity...”

Elder Ji’s face showed shock.

”Then... the city gates...”

”The city gates are sealed.”

Elder Ji hurriedly said: ”Should we force our way out?”

Mo Hua shook his head, ”There are several guarding Golden Core cultivators, their cultivation is not low, at least in Golden Core Middle Stage. If we force our way out, we will be hunted down, and there are unknown causal changes...”

”Golden Core Middle Stage...” Elder Ji was filled with fear.

The Sect Leader of Canglang Sect was only in Initial Golden Core, and for a long time, was the only Golden Core cultivator in Canglang City.

No one in Canglang Sect dared to defy him.

But unexpectedly, upon arriving in this Little Post City, there were multiple Golden Core cultivators in the Middle Stage sealing the city.

And not just one...

Elder Ji looked at Mo Hua, ”Then, Young Master Mo...”

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, then said: ”I’ll go outside to assess the situation and think of some ways, you stay in the inn, do not move around.”

Elder Ji thought for a moment, then nodded, saying: ”Alright.”

Afterwards, Mo Hua left the inn and walked onto the street alone.

The street was crowded and quite noisy.

Most cultivators, as usual, were coming and going, completely unaware that the dark aura on their foreheads foretold their impending doom.

”Golden Core sealing the city...”

Mo Hua frowned slightly, his mind deep in thought.

He could escape on his own; whether through concealment or breaking formations, neither was difficult for him.

But for the whole city of cultivators, he couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.

Even if he couldn’t save the entire city, at least he could save as many as possible...

Unfortunately, time was too short, and with unknown enemies and unclear situations, many of his methods could not be employed without prior anticipation and preparation.

Moreover, those gathered here were all unfamiliar cultivators.

Mo Hua, with ”his words holding little weight,” could not mobilize them.

”Only do our best and leave the rest to fate.”

Mo Hua sighed softly, and then blended into the crowd, silently circling the city walls of Little Post City, surveying the surrounding terrain and comprehending the formation structure thoroughly.

And while others were unaware, he concealed himself in the shadows, using Divine Sense Control Ink, began dismantling the Formation Pivot and constructing formations.

But time was still too pressing.

This setup in Little Post City had clearly been arranged for a long time, the formation was complete.

No matter how high Mo Hua’s formation skills were, no matter how fast he painted, he couldn’t alter the entire formation layout of Little Post City in just four hours.

Moreover, he had to do it under stealth without being discovered.

This made it even more impossible.

After an hour and a half, the street traffic decreased, and the city guards changed their defenses.

Several Golden Core cultivators began their patrol.

Mo Hua knew he could only do this much, sighed, then pretended nothing happened, rejoined the crowd, entered the inner city, and returned to the inn.

At the inn, Mo Hua closed himself in his room, first used the Demon Bone Divination Skill to roughly calculate, and then verified the causality with Heavenly secret Calculation before summoning Elder Ji, instructing:

”Something will happen tonight, there must be disaster, then we’ll take advantage of the chaos...”

As he spoke, Mo Hua suddenly narrowed his eyes, looking at Elder Ji.

Elder Ji, who had originally no deadly calamity, now had a completely black forehead.

While Mo Hua left, Elder Ji was still safe and sound.

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, his expression solemn, asked:

”Where did you go just now? What did you do?”

Elder Ji’s gaze flickered but still chuckled: ”Young Master, what could I do? Didn’t you tell me to wait here for you, I didn’t move a bit...”

Mo Hua’s gaze remained calm, ”Be honest with me, otherwise... you might lose your life.”

Elder Ji’s face turned pale, his expression wavered, but in the end, he steeled his heart, giving a sheepish smile: ”Young Master, how could I deceive you?”

”Besides, in this wretched place... where could I go?”

Mo Hua silently watched Elder Ji, sighed in his heart, and said: ”No matter what happens tonight, you must follow me.”

Elder Ji nodded repeatedly, ”Rest assured.”

Mo Hua paid no further attention to him, returned to his room, sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes to refresh his mind, and plan the next step.

The sky gradually darkened, and lanterns were lit on the street.

The glow of the lanterns was red, hazy, casting an eerie resemblance to blood in the night.

More than an hour later, At 22 p.m came.

The entire Little Post City quieted down, most cultivators seemed to have settled into their dreams.

In the guest room, Mo Hua’s eyes suddenly opened.

He released his divine sense, within it, were approximately seven or eight hidden but powerful presences, wandering within Little Post City.

The cultivation of these individuals was undoubtedly Golden Core.

These Golden Core cultivators gathered together, then dispersed again, occupying various corners of Little Post City.

In the dark night, a peculiar murmuring sound arose.

Grim yin energy surged from all sides.

Blood-colored formations gradually lit up, enveloping the whole Little Post City within them.

The ground trembled slightly as if something emerged from below.

Mo Hua’s Divine Sense, powerful and keen, could perceive these, the foul and sinister fluctuations.

But most cultivators in Little Post City were immersed in the serene nighttime atmosphere, completely unaware of the impending disaster.