The Quest for Immortality

If it were before, it wouldn’t matter, but now Mo Hua is the ”leader,” and these paragons are following him. He certainly can’t lead everyone to their deaths.

”Forget it, sometimes it’s better to do less. Making a move against the Golden Core Evil Formation Masters now is somewhat irrational, let’s spare them for now...”

Mo Hua mused in his heart.

The study of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation can also be postponed.

Right now, the priority is to leave the Yanluo Mountain evil formation as soon as possible.

More than eighty Evil Formation Masters were slaughtered by him and his group. If exposed, it will surely invite revenge from the Evil God and the demon cultivators.

No matter how secretly this matter was done, it can only be hidden temporarily, not for long.

Moreover, the evil qi in the air is getting increasingly intense.

If they don’t get out soon, and if it drags on, all kinds of problems will become more severe.

”Find a way out, and get everyone out first...”

Mo Hua pondered deeply, then without hesitation, he said to everyone, ”Pack up your things, follow me.”

The formation is hard to enter from the outside, but it’s relatively easier to exit from the inside.

Especially since Mo Hua killed many Evil Formation Masters and used the formation method maps they left behind to analyze the structure of the large formation around Yanluo Mountain pretty thoroughly.

This analysis is currently limited to form and is far from enough to ”perceive,” ”control,” or even ”reconstruct” the large formation, let alone meet Mo Hua’s own standards.

But it’s more than enough just to guide a path.

After all, building a house and merely leading people out of the house are challenges that can’t be compared in difficulty.

As long as these hundreds of Qianxue’s paragons, along with his junior brothers, are taken out of Yanluo Mountain alive, the task can be considered complete.

With a plan in mind, Mo Hua led the way at the front.

The group of paragons followed Mo Hua quietly and silently.

Everyone gradually left the Formation Core Hall, moving along various hidden corridors toward the exit of Yanluo Mountain.

Along the way, sometimes up, sometimes down, winding and twisting, climbing cliffs at one moment, walking on beams the next, and crawling through corridors...

Mo Hua moved as if he were navigating his own courtyard, familiar with every step, letting others marvel at his confidence in the evil path formation as if he had built it himself.

In this way, the route was remarkably smooth.

The patrolling demon cultivators and the alert formations were nearly all avoided by Mo Hua.

Occasionally encountering demon cultivators that he couldn’t avoid, Mo Hua would control them, allowing the other paragons to strike and eliminate them, ensuring no trace was left.

As they walked, the exit of Yanluo Mountain came into view.

The only obstacle before them was a long stone bridge with a dark, deep valley below.

Mo Hua suddenly stopped, and his face gradually grew solemn.

”Junior Brother, what’s wrong?” Situ Jian asked.

Mo Hua shook his head and sighed, ”We can’t get out for now.”

Situ Jian frowned, the others equally puzzled.

Mo Hua pointed down to the valley, ”Have a look below, be careful, hold your breath, don’t reveal any aura.”

Following Mo Hua’s instructions, everyone held their breath, hid their aura, and cautiously looked down.

At this sight, everyone’s face turned as pale as paper, drained of all color.

The valley was extremely deep, pitch black, but looking closely, they barely made out the earth veins at the bottom, stained red with fresh blood.

And within the earth veins, there nested clumps of writhing flesh.

These pieces of flesh, like embryos, dripped with black amniotic fluid, encased in a stinking mucus membrane. Through the transparent membrane, deformed human limbs and various demonic creatures, intertwined and blended, could vaguely be seen inside.

The earth veins nourished them.

Some embryos were still slowly growing, while others had already shed their skins, becoming blood-soaked flesh demons, their mouths full of fangs tearing at the surrounding bloody remains, consuming bit by bit, evolving with each bite...

These demons filled the entire valley, densely packed. They even flowed along the blood river, spreading into the far reaches of darkness with no end in sight.

The blood-colored earth veins, in the infinite darkness, nourished countless embryos, countless demonic creatures...

This purgatorial scene sent chills down the spines of all sect disciples, making them feel as if plunged into an ice cellar.

Falling into such a valley would be unthinkable.

Even the slightest misstep, if it garnered the attention of the demons, and they were surrounded by the innumerable demons of the valley, escape would be impossible.

And should these demons leave the valley, flooding into Qianxue’s world like a tide, it would signify an apocalyptic disaster, with lives decimated.

Most low-level cultivators would only become food for the flesh demons.

All disciples were filled with dread.

Amidst his shock, Mo Hua, with newfound clarity, finally understood...

Why Mr. Tu massacred so many people and reared so many demons, and for what purpose.

He understood why, in the nightmare, he had slain countless evil spirits and demonic creatures, yet in reality, aside from the fish monsters in the blood-colored fishing village, there were hardly any flesh monsters seen.

All these flesh and blood demons were kept by Mr. Tu in these blood-colored earth veins, within this Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation.

Mo Hua’s gaze sharpened as he gradually comprehended the meaning of ”Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice.”

The Great Wilderness’s ritual refining of demonic creatures was divided into two types: tangible and intangible.

The tangible was flesh; the intangible was evil spirits.

The followers of the Evil God traded cultivators, slaughtered entire clans, creating sacrifices from the carnage.

The flesh of the cultivators was used to refine flesh and blood demons.

Their residual souls were used to refine evil spirit demons.

Flesh demons waged war on the present world.

Evil spirit demons created nightmares.

In other words, Mr. Tu held control over two entire ”demon armies.”

One army of evil spirit demons, reared within the altar of the Divine Authority Tree.

One army of flesh and blood demons, reared within the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation.

Once the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation operated, evil power would cover the heavens and the earth. Both demon armies would emerge in full force, descending upon the world. Not only would they slaughter cultivators en masse, but also devour countless souls, bringing massacre to reality, despair to nightmares.

Heaven and earth are unfeeling, treating all things as straw dogs.

Finally, the boundary between illusion and reality would break, the present world merging with the nightmare, allowing the Evil God to truly descend upon the realm.

By then, all cultivators between heaven and earth would be plunged into suffering and despair, slaughter and fear. Whether their flesh or their souls, they would all become ”sacrifices” for the Master of the Great Wilderness.

From life to death, from flesh to soul, none would be spared.

This is... the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice.