Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2291 Chapter 1055: Mr. Tu

The youth standing before him, called Mo Hua, truly possessed notable standing inside the Taixu Gate.

However...

Mr. Tu questioned Mo Hua, "In this mountain, are you truly here all by yourself, with no Taoist Court and no ancestor of yours? Don't you realize?"

"The ancestor is safeguarding me... how could I possibly let you discern that?"

Mo Hua kept his expression steady and composed, yet he secretly used his divine sense to make his lower leg quiver faintly.

This effort to "pretend composure" was effortlessly pierced by a cunning old fiend like Mr. Tu.

For someone of Mo Hua's age, displaying such poise was already impressive.

Yet ultimately, he remained too inexperienced, mastering his face but failing to rein in his body, thus betraying the terror in his soul...

Mr. Tu gave a chilling smirk and spoke deliberately, "Allow me to speculate..."

"The Taoist Court arrived to save you... but as a Formation Master, you deem yourself highly proficient, believing no formation in existence defies your learning—even grand ones. Thus, you slipped in secretly, eager to examine this Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation without others knowing..."

"After all, it's a Large Formation beyond your power to oppose. And being an Evil Formation, you dare not reveal it to anyone."

"The problem lies in this valley teeming with endless bloodthirsty demon beasts, which even deters the Taoist Court from staying long."

"By the time you snapped out of it amid the delay, your companions had withdrawn, abandoning you solitary in this valley...

"Now, absolutely no one remains to rescue you..."

Each icy utterance from Mr. Tu drained more color from Mo Hua's visage, as though every hidden scheme was laid bare by him.

"You... you're spouting rubbish... you... you're merely speculating blindly, completely off the mark..."

Mo Hua's voice trembled with agitation.

In truth, he spoke correctly; Mr. Tu was purely guessing, and nowhere near accurate.

Regrettably, Mr. Tu ignored these facts, focusing solely on Mo Hua's evident panic and stammering.

Words may deceive, but innate reactions cannot.

Mr. Tu sneered disdainfully, harboring no real intent to slay Mo Hua.

This Mo Hua served as a priceless "chip," one he could reserve for crucial

purposes.

Moreover, doubts lingered in his mind, preventing him from daring to eliminate Mo Hua—at least not yet...

Mr. Tu gazed at Mo Hua with a sinister expression, his raspy, subdued voice declaring:

"Your petty deceptions won't dupe me. Obey and trail after me, heed my words, and I shall spare your life."

"Defy me, and I'll carve you open, eviscerate you, then forge you into a demon puppet, forever denied reincarnation whether alive or dead."

Terror filled Mo Hua's features, his heart reluctant, yet he had no option except to nod submissively.

"Provided you don't end me, I'll follow your commands...

Mr. Tu nodded faintly, pivoted, and prepared to depart when a sudden wave of distrust surged within:

"Could this brat be tricking me?"

Mr. Tu shot Mo Hua another icy look.

The facade rang true for "feigned calm," blending hubris with hints of remorse. Were it pretense, the youth's cunning would border on the abyssal, his performance flawlessly superb.

As the proverb states, the offspring of the affluent shuns peril beneath a hovering sword.

Given this kid's background and rank, he had no cause to venture personally into my clutches.

Still, the circumstances felt overly fortuitous.

Why had all others departed, isolating this youth in the Demon's Lair?

Why?

Could it be... the Divine Lord?!

Sudden clarity dawned on Mr. Tu, and in that instant, comprehension flooded him.

This was the Divine Lord's hand, weaving fate from the shadows.

The Divine Lord recognized this boy's immense karmic ties, knew his vital role in the rebirth, yet the boy dwelled securely at Taixu Gate under heavy guard, offering no chance to act.

Now ensnared in the Blood Sacrifice Array, the formation's malevolent aura eroded his safeguarded fortune.

No guardian shielded his destiny any longer.

Thus, the Divine Lord's influence could infiltrate, exploiting the boy's fixation and folly toward the Evil Path Great Formation to claim both his destiny and his

whole existence.

All stemmed from the Divine Lord's enlightenment!

The Divine Lord orchestrated it all in secrecy!

Mr. Tu exhaled deeply in relief, his devotion to the Divine Lord deepening profoundly, sensing ever more the god's inscrutable depths.

Regarding the peril to this youth...

Within the Blood Sacrifice Array, all fell under the Divine

Lord's aegis.

And this youth was but a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

His cultivation level was plain, right under my watch.

"I, at majestic Feather Transformation, could I possibly tumble to a mere Foundation

Establishment pawn?"

Mr. Tu scoffed inwardly at himself.

After thorough contemplation, he extended his pallid hand, blood filaments emerging from his fingertip to fuse with the formation pivot ahead, which shifted as the threads permeated the stone wall, warping the whole surface into living flesh.

The formation pivot's stone wall parted like a fiend's gore-drenched jaws, unveiling a shadowy, bottomless passageway beyond.

"Come with me."

Mr. Tu ordered, then ventured into the crimson tunnel.

Mo Hua nodded, despair etching his face, yet he dutifully trailed Mr. Tu

into the demon's yawning bloody maw.