Immortality Through Array Formations

"During these days, I've constantly felt frightened and anxious, as though a great calamity is about to befall me. I can hardly sleep at night, which is why I want to leave..."

"Once you leave, you'll miss your chance..."

"Don't delude yourself. The real Demon Head in Dali Mountain hasn't arrived yet..."

"Doesn't our Taoist Court have great cultivators?"

"Is that the same thing? You..."

As the three people spoke, they walked into the dilapidated temple. As soon as they looked up and saw Mo Hua and the other one, they were all taken aback.

Gui Tao's people sat in the shadows, vague and indistinct, difficult to see clearly.
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Mo Hua was drawing the Warm Fire Formation, roasting by the fire, her small face glowing red in the light of the flames, with a sweet potato stuffed in her mouth, making her cheeks bulge.

The thin and withered old man, whom Mo Hua remembered seemed to have the surname Wen, saw Mo Hua and the other, and after his surprise and doubt, he clasped his hands together and said:

"We three old ones have come across this place in our journey and would like to seek shelter for the night. We apologize for the disturbance to the two of you, please forgive us!"

After the thin and withered old man finished speaking, he glanced at Mo Hua with some confusion.

He always felt that in the dark and windy night, with the dying light and broken temple, it was rather strange for this child, Mo Hua, to be roasting by the fire and eating, seemingly unconcerned.

However, he also felt that Mo Hua looked somewhat familiar.

It seemed that he had seen her somewhere before, and the impression should be quite deep.

Yet, he couldn't recall where.

Mo Hua was also somewhat surprised.

These three people, they actually didn't recognize her.

But it didn't matter. Under the current circumstances, it was better to pretend not to recognize them.

Mo Hua didn't speak and just nodded her head.

The thin and withered old man clasped his hands in thanks again, while the middle-aged cultivator sat down directly with an arrogant face.

On the other hand, Young Master Yun also looked at Mo Hua with confusion, but after a brief glance, he still didn't recognize her. Finally, he clasped his hands as well, expressing his thanks.

Mo Hua remembered Young Master Yun quite clearly.

He was a Second Rank Formation Master, and although he was somewhat shy and thin-skinned, he had a good heart and was very enthusiastic. He wasn't secretive about his knowledge of formations.

He also had a good relationship with her.

Mo Hua turned her head and sneaked a glance at Gui Tao's people, feeling somewhat worried.

She hoped her "Uncle" wouldn't kill these few people...

She held the sweet potato but didn't eat it, instead taking a careful look at Gui Tao's people. Noticing his breath was steady and his sensations of sight, sound, scent, taste, and touch were all being restrained, with no signs of deploying the Planting Devil in Taoist Heart technique, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Hua hurriedly finished her sweet potato, then dimmed the light from the Warm Fire Formation a little more.

The darkness of the night deepened, further concealing the figure of Gui Tao's people.

Mo Hua nodded slightly.

That way, Young Master Yun and the others wouldn't be able to see her "Uncle" anymore.

On the other side, Young Master Yun and his two companions found a clean spot, sat down on the ground, and began to talk in a low voice.

Apparently afraid that Mo Hua and the other outsider would hear them, their voices were very low and their words were obscure.

Mo Hua had exceptional Divine Sense, so she was able to hear a bit, but it was still rather indistinct.

It seemed that the thin and withered old man wanted to leave, the middle-aged cultivator disagreed, and Young Master Yun seemed indecisive, wanting to go yet also reluctant to leave something behind.

The middle-aged cultivator mocked the thin and withered old man, "The older you get, the more cowardly you become."

The thin and withered old man replied, "It's precisely because I am cautious that I have lived to such an old age."

He looked at the middle-aged cultivator and sneered, "You might not even live to be as old as I am..."

The two argued briefly, then discussed matters regarding the Taoist Court and the Demon Sect, a lot of which sounded impressive, but Mo Hua couldn't recognize any of the names mentioned.

They seemed to be titles like Venerables, Fairies, Rakshasas, Valley Masters, and Ancestors...

The status and identities of these people, along with their grudges and grievances.

They prattled on for a long time.

Mo Hua didn't know these people, and listening to their talk—mostly about trivial matters like marriages among Noble Clans, promotions within their ranks, commemoration of an elder's longevity, and ancestors' burials—she found it dull and soon became drowsy.

In a half-asleep state, Mo Hua suddenly heard them say:

"What do you think... What really is on that person?"

Mo Hua jolted awake in an instant.

That person...

Were they talking about... Master?

Mo Hua looked up stealthily.

The thin and withered old man's expression was solemn, hesitant to speak.

The middle-aged cultivator's gaze sharpened, "You actually know?"

The thin and withered old man fell silent.

The middle-aged cultivator grew impatient, "Come on, speak now..."

Young Master Yun also seemed curious.

After struggling internally for a long time, the thin and withered old man finally sighed and said, "I... also heard about it. It's enough that you two know, don't mention it to outsiders..."

The middle-aged cultivator assured, "You can count on me."

The thin and withered old man sighed again and then continued, "Our lineage's former Sect Leader was proficient in Calculation and extremely senior. Unfortunately, before his death, his Sea of Consciousness degenerated, and his thoughts became dull. On occasion, he would speak without much consideration..."

The thin and withered old man didn't want to be disrespectful to his ancestor, so he spoke with great tact.

"One day, he inadvertently slipped up, and I happened to overhear it..."

"He said, the secret that person carries is related to... Back Ruins Heaven Burial..."

Back Ruins Heaven Burial?

What does that mean?

Mo Hua frowned.

Suddenly the atmosphere around them changed, and Mo Hua, startled, turned her head to look at Gui Tao's people, her expression filled with shock.

Under the pitch darkness of the night, Gui Tao's people had opened their eyes, which were deeper than the darkness itself. As their breath fluctuated, the sensations of the six dusts also shifted.

He... harbored a killing intent!