Immortality Through Array Formations

In just a few breaths, it's been... unlocked?

Is this little ancestor also a formation master?!

Sword Bone suddenly recalled that back when they first clashed, this little ancestor used a formation to blast him until he was nearly devoid of flesh.

But something's not right...

This is the formation of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, how can he unlock it so quickly?

What is his true identity?

Have I underestimated this little ancestor?

Sword Bone was deeply worried at that moment.

"No choice, I must find a way to escape from him quickly, or even if I become a Sword Demon, I'll be suppressed eternally with no chance of a comeback."

Mo Hua ignored the thoughts of the Sword Demon, instead he erased the traces on the lock, quietly closed the door, then turned and walked into the Stone Palace of the Formation.

The Stone Palace of the Formation is spacious and magnificently decorated.

Just as Mo Hua expected.

Inside, there's a large stockpile of formation materials and formation pattern drafts.

However, most of these materials seem made from the skin and bones, and blood of either humans or monster beasts.

The formation pattern drafts are chaotic and complex, but most of them are related to the Four Symbols Monster Pattern, filled with eerie and bizarre elements.

In the center of the hall, there is a massive stone table, likely used for drawing formations.

Aside from that, there are just some formation-related tools.

And at the deepest part of the hall stands a large, awe-inspiring, terrifying statue of a Sheep-Horned Demon Monster!

Mo Hua looked at it, and his heart trembled.

Sheep horns!

Great Wilderness Evil God!

After dealing with the Great Wilderness Evil God for so long, he naturally knew that the sheep horns symbolize this Evil God to a certain extent!

"Finally, caught another of the Evil God's 'weak points'!"

Mo Hua stepped towards the statue.

The Sword Demon within the severed sword suddenly felt immense fear, hurriedly saying:

"No, ancestor, don't go over there!"

Mo Hua ignored it, approaching the statue, looking left and right, and even touched it, sighing regretfully.

"It's a fake..."

No evil thoughts are parasitic here, let alone any Evil God.

The Sword Demon broke out in a cold sweat — despite being just bones and unable to sweat — it was still utterly terrified.

Mo Hua glanced behind the statue, his eyes brightened.

"An altar!"

Behind the statue of the giant Sheep-Horned Demon Monster was hidden a small altar.

On the altar was a sheep skull, surrounded by offerings and lit with ghastly green candles.

Seeing the altar, Sword Bone's pupils trembled, his entire skeletal body shaking, "No... no..."

But before finishing, Mo Hua lightly leaped onto the altar, touched the sheep skull, sniffed the offerings, and wrinkled his brows.

"Is it fake?"

What does it mean?

Mo Hua was somewhat perplexed.

Such a vast demon valley like the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, with so many monster beasts and nurturing so many monster cultivators, yet they've painstakingly arranged such tight formations.

But they don't worship a real Evil God?

Even a polluted deity, an embodiment of an Evil God, or even divine remains would work.

Could it be...

Mo Hua pondered in his mind.

The Valley of Ten Thousand Demons is located at Refining Demon Mountain.

Refining Demon Mountain lies within the Fifth Grade Qianxue State Boundary, where there are many powerful cultivators, so the Evil God dares not descend in its true form?

Can only offer an empty altar?

Mo Hua thought it was very possible.

He rummaged around the Stone Palace looking for any other clues, especially concerning the Divine Way formation.

However, as he's acting sneakily now, afraid of being discovered, he can't search thoroughly, even less can he "dig three feet deep," so his findings were minimal.

While searching, Sword Bone's voice came from the severed sword:

"Someone's coming!"

Mo Hua also sensed it, he glanced around to confirm he hadn't left any too-obvious traces, then felt relieved.

Afterward, he flipped and jumped onto the head of the Sheep-Horned Demon Monster statue, slid down along the statue's back, and quietly hid behind it.

Meanwhile, the Stone Palace's door opened.

A man dressed in black stood at the forefront, of stout stature, and imposing presence.

"This is the 'Leader'."

The Sword Demon whispered.

Mo Hua was slightly startled.

This black-clad leader wore a cloak, concealing most of his face, so his features were unclear, but his aura suggested he was far from an ordinary monster cultivator.

Even compared to monster cultivators, he seemed more like a "sect disciple."

And not just an ordinary sect disciple.

More like a 'Big Senior Brother' in the sect, with extremely high prestige.

Behind the black-clad leader was another person.

This person was also tall but slightly hunched, displaying a respectful attitude.

Mo Hua recognized him; it was the one who stole his Pig Monster, and was later hung up, stripped, and drawn with a turtle — the Sever Gold Sect senior brother, Jin Gui.

Concurrently, he was also the newly appointed "steward" who recently became a monster cultivator and was tasked with overseeing the Ten Thousand Demons Prison.

Mo Hua silently speculated in his heart:

"This Sever Gold Sect's Jin Gui shows such deference to this black-clad leader, and they seem quite familiar."

"Could this black-clad leader also be from Sever Gold Sect?"

On the other side, the black-clad leader and Jin Gui walked into the Stone Palace.

As they walked, they talked, continuing all the way to the center of the hall, still discussing some secret matters in low voices.

They were so focused that they hadn't noticed the hall had already been infiltrated, let alone realized someone was hiding behind the sheep-horned statue.

"...What happened?"

"Some anomaly..."

"Failing the task, I cannot explain to the young master..."

"Senior brother..."

"Don't call me senior brother."

...

Hiding behind the statue, Mo Hua slightly paused upon hearing, thinking it confirmed his suspicion.

Sever Gold Sect...

This is going to be trouble.

In the hall, the two continued their conversation.

Mo Hua involuntarily perked up his ears, wanting to hear more secrets, but crouching like this to listen was slightly uncomfortable.

Mo Hua glanced back, grabbed the sheep horn skull from the altar central, placed it beneath himself, and sat down on it.