Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2290 Chapter 1055: Mr. Tu

"The Formation holds boundless depths and mysteries, with so much more awaiting my comprehension..."

"That means I possess the potential to grow far stronger..."

Gazing upon the splendid and imposing Large Formation ahead, Mo Hua sensed his battle intent steadily reigniting.

With no more delay, he dove into the most accessible Second Grade Formation Pivot segment, breaking it down bit by bit, scrutinizing this Quasi-Third Grade Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation...

The Third Grade sections eluded his full understanding.

Yet Mo Hua managed to comprehend seventy to eighty percent of the Second Grade Formation Pivot, leveraging those insights to infer the layout and purpose of the Third Grade Formation Pivot.

Viewing it through a Formation Master's eyes, he tackled the intricate Formation as a whole, capturing its overarching logic of construction.

Before long, Mo Hua found himself fully engrossed in the Large Formation.

His accumulated knowledge swelled richer, while his realizations deepened further.

However, the more knowledge he gained, the more ignorant he realized he was.

The greater his comprehension plunged, the shallower his grasp appeared to him.

This sensation was precisely what Mo Hua craved.

Praise from others or the esteemed title of Formation Leader might inflate his ego, trapping him in complacency and halting his progress.

Such accolades held no value for him.

True to his core, he yearned for an unending appetite for Formations, an unrelenting craving for the Great Dao's essence within them.

By perpetually recognizing his own ignorance and superficiality, he could ceaselessly advance in power, eternally chasing his "Dao"...

Time drifted onward quietly.

Deeply engaged in unraveling the Large Formation, Mo Hua's epiphanies surged endlessly, nearly causing him to lose all sense of self.

Unaware of the elapsed hours, a sudden icy shiver crept up his spine, as the room's warmth plummeted sharply.

Withdrawing his Divine Sense from the formation pivot, he spun around to discover a lean, icy figure who had silently appeared behind him, exuding a horrifying aura, cultivation impossible to fathom, laced with a potent Evil God aura.

Mr. Tu...

The atmosphere stiffened instantly.

Mo Hua craned his neck upward toward Mr. Tu.

Mr. Tu likewise lowered his head to peer at Mo Hua.

For an extended moment, their eyes locked; then Mr. Tu's voice rasped like a nocturnal owl's cry:

"Can you understand?"

Mo Hua candidly shook his head and answered:

"It's far too challenging; I can't fully grasp it..."

Mr. Tu's pallid pupils narrowed faintly.

He shifted his gaze to the decapitated corpse within the chamber, extending a frigid Divine Sense that scanned Yanluo Mountain, his face hardening to ice as he fixed on Mo Hua and demanded:

"Where are the Evil Formation Masters I nurtured?"

Mo Hua muttered, "It appears... they're all gone..."

Blood-veined eyes burst forth in Mr. Tu's stare, writhing like infestations.

Mo Hua's pulse raced; he hurriedly gestured with his hands, protesting:

"This has nothing to do with me—the Taoist Court was responsible!"

"Uncle Gu commanded the Taoist Court, stormed Yanluo Mountain, and slaughtered every Evil Formation Master!"

Mo Hua credited everything to Gu Changhuai.

A torrent of Blood Qi roiled around Mr. Tu, his tone rumbling like a savage Monster Beast.

"Gu Changhuai—"

Several Golden Core Evil Formation Masters, their forms dismembered, had suffered limb-severing Wind Blades—undoubtedly Gu Changhuai's handiwork.

The remaining Evil Formation Masters went without saying.

Whether by Gu Changhuai's direct action or not, they all fell to the Taoist Court.

"This Gu Changhuai keeps thwarting my schemes repeatedly; if I hadn't held back so excessively, I would have slain him no matter the price..."

Mr. Tu pondered inwardly.

Though puzzled by how Gu Changhuai orchestrated it all—piercing the formation's seal, infiltrating the valley, eliminating the Evil Path Formation Masters he had laboriously trained, and freeing the sacrifices—

Reflecting on Gu Changhuai as the "Tai Xu Vicious God's" selected servant, Mr. Tu came to see the truth.

To be picked by a Fierce God for divine service demanded unparalleled talents, cunning, and prowess unattainable by the common sort.

Accomplishing the impossible held no shock.

Besides, this Gu Changhuai had long clashed with the Divine Lord,

never a simple foe to begin with.

Still, the annihilation of his cultivated Formation Masters gnawed at him.

Nearly all the prodigious heavenly offerings he had seized had slipped away.

Mr. Tu's visage darkened ominously, features contorting, until bloodshot eyes locked onto Mo Hua.

In terms of disruption, this Taixu Gate Formation Leader was far

from innocent.

Without his interference, there would have been no rush to activate the Blood Sacrifice Array prematurely.

Numerous prior setbacks bore the fingerprints of this "Mo Hua" youth...

The lingering scars of flesh and Divine Thought, inflicted by the Divine Lord's chastisement for botched plots,

now pulsed with fresh agony.

Unbridled killing desire flickered in Mr. Tu's eyes.

Detecting the lethal hostility, Mo Hua instantly composed a solemn demeanor:

"Great endeavors demand composure. Master your feelings, avoid letting fleeting rage cloud judgment, lest everything crumble."

Mr. Tu's chest heaved tightly, expression warping.

A beat later, he pierced Mo Hua with a piercing stare and questioned, "Do you

know who I am?"

Mo Hua denied with a headshake, "Mere Heretical Demon—you think I'd bother learning your identity?"

Mr. Tu scoffed, "Not scared I'll end you right here?"

Mo Hua retorted steadfastly, "You wouldn't dare!"

"And why is that?"

Mo Hua huffed scornfully, "As Taixu Gate's Formation Leader,

I'm shielded by our Patriarch. Taoist Court forces lurk close by; best you leave me be—I'll act as if you were never here. Harm me, though, and the Patriarch will erase you utterly."

Despite Mo Hua's bold and brazen words, Mr. Tu harbored no skepticism.