Chapter 361

The remaining spirit stones were instantly refined, transforming into spirit energy to activate the great array.

The spirit energy encountered the first reverse-spirit array, instantly reversing, fracturing, and taking on a void-black hue, forming a terrifying force of dissolution.

The spirit energy acted like a spark, flowing through the great array, triggering each reverse-spirit array in sequence, unleashing layer upon layer of deeper, more complex dissolution.

Finally, these dissolution forces, carried by the array's operation, reached every corner, reverse-dissolving every sub-array, stacking into an unimaginably terrifying power that instantly triggered the complete collapse and self-destruction of the entire great array!

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The cultivators evacuated to the outer mountains were retreating toward Xiancheng.

Mo Shan felt a bad omen; he searched the crowd for Mo Hua's figure but could not find him anywhere—then he spotted Zhang Lan and hurried forward, grabbing Zhang Lan's sleeve, asking anxiously:

"Where is Mo Hua?"

Zhang Lan, busy with evacuation, froze, then finally realized and turned to look toward Shenshan.

At that moment, heaven and earth suddenly fell utterly silent.

As if all sound had been swallowed by boundless void, the entire Sun Dahei Mountain became instantly still, yet brimming with the oppressive weight of an impending cataclysmic storm.

Zhang Lan and Mo Shan's faces turned instantly pale.

Liu Ruhua, far away in Xiancheng, suddenly felt a sharp pang in her heart; she looked toward Sun Dahei Mountain and burst into tears.

A wave of void-black spirit energy surged skyward, parting the clouds, as a terrifying aura erupted.

The powerful reverse-dissolution of spirit energy caused Shenshan to slowly turn to ash.

It appeared terrifying beyond measure, yet not a single sound was made.

As if heaven and earth had been reduced to nothing but silent black and white.

At this moment, all cultivators in Xiancheng stared in horror.

Not just in Xiancheng—all cultivators across Heishan Prefecture raised their heads in alarm, witnessing the void-black spirit energy dissolution at the horizon, trembling uncontrollably.

The great array's dissolution shook heaven and earth, filling every cultivator in the prefecture with dread.

They did not know what had happened, only felt an inexplicable terror.

But Zhang Lan and the others in the outer mountains had witnessed exactly what occurred.

They saw the surging reverse transformation of spirit energy, the collapse of the array, the dissolution of the sub-arrays, and also saw Feng Yihan trapped within the dissolution force.

The dissolution force, like countless tiny, razor-sharp blades of void-black energy, sliced and resliced, cut a thousand times and a thousand more, flaying Feng Yihan's flesh, disintegrating his bones, unraveling his demonic intent, and dissolving his death aura.

As if seeking to erase his very existence from heaven and earth!

This process was accompanied by immense agony.

Feng Yihan struggled, screamed.

On his body, countless human faces wailed, cried out, lamented, and begged.

But even these sounds seemed entirely dissolved—none could be heard.

Everyone was stunned in horror; Zhang Lan's pupils shrank violently.

What kind of power is this?

He had never heard of it, never seen anything like it.

Zhang Lan suddenly froze, remembering—this must be what Mo Hua meant by "holding the rear," and Mo Hua was now inside this self-destructing array.

A boundless sense of guilt and regret surged through Zhang Lan's heart.

Meanwhile, Mr. Zhuang, gazing at the furious, void-black dissolution force at the horizon, could not hide his shock.

"The great array's dissolution… how on earth did he accomplish this…?"

Dissolving a great array requires immense computational precision and consumes an unimaginable quantity of spiritual awareness.

How did Mo Hua calculate it all?

Mr. Zhuang was baffled, filled with disbelief.

The Puppet Elder was likewise stunned into silence.

He was of extremely high realm and had lived long enough to witness many grand scenes, yet none had shaken him as deeply as this.

This unbelievable dissolution of a first-rank great array…

After a long pause, the Puppet Elder said solemnly: "Will he be alright?"

Mr. Zhuang frowned, ran calculations in his mind, then exhaled in relief: "He left himself an exit."

He had pre-planned an exit—everything was prepared in advance…

The Puppet Elder relaxed slightly: "Good." He turned to gaze at the horizon and sighed: "This child has guts."

"Yes," Mr. Zhuang replied, his expression complex.

Both men stared at the terrifying yet magnificent spectacle of the array's dissolution, silent for a long time.

As they watched, suddenly both felt a chill run through them, their pupils contracting slightly.

At the horizon, storm clouds gathered, tinged with red within.

The Puppet Elder could hardly believe it: "Is this…?"

Mr. Zhuang's eyes glazed over, his voice trembling slightly:

"Heaven's tribulation thunder?!"

In the outer mountains, Yang Jiyong also noticed the anomaly, crying out in fear:

"Zhang Lan, what is that?!"

Zhang Lan looked up, eyes filled with horror: "How is this possible?!"

It was Heaven's tribulation thunder!

The unknown void-black spirit energy had grown too powerful, breaking through Heaven's cosmic laws and summoning tribulation thunder to obliterate all existence!

But what was this tribulation thunder meant to erase?

Zhang Lan suddenly realized—he turned urgently toward Shenshan.

In the depths of Shenshan, the great array fully collapsed; peaks toppled, vegetation and rocks turned to black ash, dissolving with the spiritual energy.

Only one peak remained standing.

The peak's surface was pitted and uneven, resembling a weathered Shi Zhu.

This was the life gate of the great array.

At the peak's summit stood a slender figure.

That figure was Mo Hua.

Mo Hua's face was pale, yet his breath was steady.

It seemed he had not been affected by the terrifying spiritual energy moments earlier.

Seeing Mo Shan, Elder Yu, and the others who had worried for Mo Hua could not believe their eyes—but then joy surged, before they witnessed an even more terrifying sight.

Above Mo Hua, storm clouds gathered; crimson calamity lightning, radiating annihilation, circled above his head.

All hearts shattered with dread.

Was the calamity lightning targeting Mo Hua?

Was the Heavenly Dao's law about to erase Mo Hua?!

Eyes filled with despair.

The Heavenly Dao's law was supreme. Cultivators could not resist it—even the most powerful masters would die without fail beneath calamity lightning!

Just as despair took hold, something changed.

The crimson calamity lightning descended, about to strike Mo Hua—then hesitated.

It seemed the calamity lightning had not anticipated that the one triggering the Heavenly Dao's law, destined for erasure, was merely a child of ten or so.

And his cultivation was low—only Qi Condensation Seventh Layer.

His body carried no other sinister aura.

The calamity lightning circled around Mo Hua, as if confirming, hesitating, delaying—then finally concluded the array had malfunctioned, and slowly withdrew from Mo Hua's side, returning to the storm clouds…

As the calamity lightning dissipated, the great array fully collapsed; heaven and earth returned to silence.

The terrifying fluctuations of Shenshan vanished.

Whether the Fengxi, the great array, or the calamity lightning—all were gone.

In Shenshan, only Mo Hua remained.

At this moment, all cultivators who had endured the terrifying scenes gazed toward Shenshan, toward Mo Hua atop the peak.

The great array had collapsed, destroying heaven and earth; Shenshan turned to ash—yet Mo Hua remained unharmed.

The rocks around him had crumbled; all was desolate.

The invincible great beast Fengxi lay crushed beneath his feet, reduced to formless black ash.

The crimson calamity lightning, meant to erase all things, had gathered above his head, circled around him—then finally dissipated beside him.

Mo Hua stood atop the boundless Great Heishan, his small frame both frail and towering, as if fused with the Heavenly Dao, enduring heaven's collapse and calamity's descent without perishing.

This unbelievable scene was deeply etched into the hearts of all cultivators of Xiancheng.

At this moment, Mo Hua looked up at the sky, his gaze shaken.

He saw something even more shocking.

He saw the calamity lightning, the storm clouds—and above them, a array pattern!

The Heavenly Dao had wanted to erase him—but had not.

The calamity lightning had come and gone; as it dissipated, it tore open the sky, and Mo Hua, with his own eyes, saw a single array pattern floating in the void.

Only one pattern.

Simple and ancient, vast and obscure, containing the ultimate truths of heaven and earth, yet condensing the power to erase all things—terrifying, yet mesmerizing.

Mo Hua caught a fleeting glimpse, trying to memorize the pattern.

But his spiritual sense was too weak to comprehend the Heavenly Dao array; he glanced once, his spiritual sense instantly drained, and a tearing pain surged—his spiritual sea on the verge of collapse.

At the last moment, the Dao Stele suddenly emerged, shielding Mo Hua's spiritual sea.

His collapsing spiritual sea reformed.

Mo Hua's consciousness experienced a moment of clarity.

This sliver of clarity brought Mo Hua sudden understanding.

He realized: his spiritual sense was limited—he could not remember this pattern.

But the Dao Stele could!

If his spiritual sea could not hold it, then let it be recorded on the Dao Stele.

Even if he could not remember the whole pattern, just one stroke would do!

The calamity lightning was about to vanish; the sky was about to close.

Mo Hua looked up, blood streaming from his eyes, pouring every ounce of strength into carving one stroke of the array pattern onto the Dao Stele within his spiritual sea.

Only one stroke!

But that single stroke of the pattern was profoundly profound and immensely powerful!

It was a true Immortal pattern, drawn from the Heaven-piercing, Earth-shattering Heavenly Dao array, ranked Immortal grade!

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