Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2026 Chapter 972: Divine Idol

Initial plans had been proceeding perfectly.

From the Shen Family and Shen Tuao to the Four Symbols Green Dragon Evil Formation Map, everything had been meticulously calculated. The ultimate goal was for everyone to perish within the nightmare, serving as "food" for the emergence of the Divine Lord's embryo.

Nothing was meant to be squandered.

Every detail had been accounted for.

So why did it fail?

Despite all the calculations, how could the Divine Lord simply vanish?

Overcome by terror, Mr. Tu’s entire frame shook violently. He glared at Mo Hua, his voice an angry roar:

"Speak! Tell me exactly what occurred!"

What response could Mo Hua possibly give?

Should he admit he had slain the Divine Lord once again?

Or that the leftover Divine Marrow was destined to be his next meal?

If such truths were uttered, Mr. Tu would undoubtedly rip him limb from limb, devouring him whole until even his bones were ground to powder.

Mo Hua feigned a look of panicked confusion, his voice trembling: "I... I don't know what you mean. What is this 'Lord' you're talking about?"

Observing the boy’s bewildered state, Mr. Tu’s brow furrowed as his thoughts raced.

This child is merely at the Foundation Establishment stage; his realm is too low and his Cultivation too shallow. It is entirely possible he remained ignorant of the nightmare's deeper mechanisms...

But what could have happened?

What variable did I fail to consider?

A muscle in Mr. Tu’s forehead pulsed, and a sudden chill gripped his heart.

Could it be... Xun Ziyou!

That Sword Cultivator Elder from the Taixu Gate!

"While I was plotting against the Taixu Gate, were they playing a game of their own?"

"They seized the opening to send a Sword Cultivator Elder into Solitary Mountain City and the depths of the Divine Temple, and I personally ushered him into the nightmare."

"Was their true objective the Divine Lord's Divine Fetus all along?"

"And that Taixu Gate Sword Cultivator... could he have mastered the Taixu Mind Transforming Sword True Jue?!"

Terror twisted Mr. Tu's pale features. His bones rattled as he shuddered, "Did I hand-deliver the Taixu Gate's God-slaying 'sword' directly to the Divine Lord?"

"Did I invite a wolf into my own home?!"

The Mark of Divine Punishment throbbed with agony once more.

The haunting memories of netherworld torments flashed vividly before him.

His face turned ashen as he whispered to himself, "No, that's impossible..."

"That Sword Dao Elder had only reached the Late Golden Core Stage. How could he have achieved the feat of transforming Divine Thought into a sword?"

"Even if he had, how could someone of his realm possibly strike down the Divine Lord?"

"No, it cannot be..."

His mind was a whirlwind of chaos. Surveying the room, he spotted Xun Ziyou lying unconscious on the floor. A murderous glint flickered in his eyes.

Regardless of the truth, he had to eliminate the threat at its source.

By destroying the physical body, even the strongest Divine Soul—whether it could manifest a sword from Divine Thought or not—would ultimately perish.

Mr. Tu began to stalk toward Xun Ziyou.

"He's going to kill Elder Xun!"

Realizing the danger, Mo Hua was gripped by anxiety.

However, as a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, he was no match for a demonic entity like Mr. Tu.

The previous struggle against the Evil Embryo had been grueling, leaving his Divine Thought drained. He lacked the strength to use the Shocking God Pupil Skill to stop his opponent.

Suddenly, another figure in the hall stirred and slowly rose to their feet.

Mo Hua’s heart leaped as he turned to look.

Shen Shouxing!

He survived?

Had he also been dragged into the Evil God's nightmare?

Now that the nightmare had collapsed, had his Divine Sense also returned to his body?

"But... why didn't I encounter him within the nightmare?"

Mo Hua was plagued by questions.

Yet, there was no time for contemplation given the immediate crisis.

As the pale figure possessed by Mr. Tu's Evil Thoughts approached Elder Xun, blood-stained sacrificial knife in hand, Mo Hua had a sudden inspiration. He pointed at Mr. Tu and cried out in feigned horror:

"It was you! You're the one who murdered Shen Qingsheng!"

Mr. Tu froze in surprise.

The disoriented Shen Shouxing’s eyes instantly turned a bloodshot red as he slowly fixed his gaze upon "Mr. Tu."

Mr. Tu looked every bit the monster: a deformed face, deathly white skin, one hand gripping human hide while the other held a gore-slicked knife. He was the living embodiment of a killer.

The sight of the carnage made Shen Shouxing’s heart shudder. His voice came out as a ragged, hoarse growl: "You... you killed Qing'er?"

"You murdered my only son?"

The veins in Shen Shouxing’s eyes bulged with rage.

Mr. Tu offered no denial, remaining silent.

In a way, Shen Qingsheng’s death was his fault. He had triggered the nightmare that sent everyone's Divine Thought to the Evil Embryo. If the boy died there, he was indeed the culprit.

He was unaware, of course, that Mo Hua had treated Shen Qingsheng like a prize pig, using him as a kite to distract vengeful spirits and ghosts.

However, his silence was taken as a confession.

Shen Shouxing felt as though he had been struck by lightning. Hatred erupted like a wildfire, consuming his reason.

Drawing his sword with his left arm, his expression turned feral as he lunged at Mr. Tu with a murderous flash of light.

"I'll have your life for my son's!"

Driven by pure fury, Shen Shouxing put everything into his attack.

Forced to defend himself, Mr. Tu abandoned his attempt on Xun Ziyou and engaged the grieving father. The two clashed fiercely; ruthless sword strikes met insidious counterattacks. Within the Divine Temple, sword Qi and bloody light collided as shadows danced in a desperate stalemate.

Having successfully diverted the threat, Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

Taking advantage of the chaos, he crept toward Xun Ziyou and whispered urgently:

"Elder Xun, wake up..."

"Hey!"

"Elder Xun, please open your eyes... you can't die on us now."

There was no response from the elder.

Mo Hua resorted to more drastic measures, pinching the man's philtrum and tugging on his ears. "If you don't wake up, we're all finished!"

Whether it was the threat of death or the sharp pain in his ears, Xun Ziyou finally winced and slowly blinked his eyes open.