Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2292 Chapter 1056: Shangguan Wang

Mo Hua ventured into the demon monster's gaping maw, slipping into the passage beyond.

The walls flanking him consisted entirely of pulsating flesh rather than stone, blood threads interlacing in wild designs, mingled with a putrid odor and the heavy aura of slaughter—the countless lives harvested and molded into this grotesque tunnel.

Mo Hua sighed deep within his heart.

This fleshy corridor linked to the earth veins, tying into every segment of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation. Evidently, only Mr. Tu, the chief array master of the Evil Path, could navigate it freely via hidden methods.

Guiding Mo Hua, Mr. Tu pressed onward through the endless crimson haze, delving further into the Blood Sacrifice Array.

No telling how much time passed before a dim glow emerged in front.

Raising his eyes, Mo Hua spotted yet another array pivot on the stone wall, etched with blood-red evil patterns shaped like goat horns—holy yet savage. These goat horn evil patterns appeared far more intricate.

Mr. Tu offered a deep bow to the goat horn evil patterns in reverence, then performed his ritual anew, his fingertips morphing into blood threads that infiltrated the wall, fusing with the evil patterns.

Suddenly, the stone wall shifted, morphing into a fleshy orifice that parted once more, exposing a new passage.

Mr. Tu glanced back at Mo Hua, his eyes icy cold:

"Remember, obey my words. I won't slay you, but if you dare act wildly, no one will save you."

Mo Hua gave a nod: "Just don't kill me."

With those words, Mr. Tu's complexion drained to ashen pallor, his lean form resembling a fiendish demon as he hunched slightly and crossed the demon monster's egress.

Tailing him, Mo Hua emerged from the flesh tunnel.

The moment he did, biting chill assailed him, gales roared savagely, chaotic uproar swelled—Mo Hua gazed upward, utterly shocked and frozen in place.

Sprawling before him was a colossal Evil Path edifice, still under frantic construction.

Enormous evil spirit mechanisms burrowed into the mountain, relentlessly widening the expanse.

Majestic yet foreboding palaces, pavilions, towers, and halls lined up in formation. Myriad evil cultivators and demon cultivators swarmed like insects throughout.

Dominating the heart of it all rose the loftiest hall, constructed with beams of demon bones and eaves curved like goat horns, encircled by innumerable grotesque demon monster effigies in prostrate worship toward a towering evil god idol.

The Great Wilderness Evil God Statue.

This was unmistakably a sprawling, awe-inspiring temple to the evil god, brimming with mad devotions, poised to host the god's actual advent.

The stronger the "divine miracle," the simpler to ignite faith.

Even Mo Hua, beholding this immense evil god statue—though incomplete and lacking the god's true descent—felt a fleeting impulse to "prostrate" himself.

Luckily, the notion flickered away instantly.

In this world, one reveres heaven, earth, and kin. Such a trivial Great Wilderness Evil God merited no obeisance from him.

Ahead of Mo Hua, Mr. Tu kept advancing, yet his side glances and divine sense stayed locked on Mo Hua, detecting the ripple in the boy's mind triggered by the statue.

Mere human nature.

Yet this ripple endured but a breath, vanishing like a pebble dropped into an abyssal pool, stirring no waves.

Mo Hua's limpid eyes regarded the statue as though it were mere "inanimate stone."

Mr. Tu's pupils contracted, his expression steadily growing grim.

Pressing deeper into the evil god temple, the pair wove past myriad eerie and macabre artifacts, reaching a vast chamber where they confronted another figure directly. This man possessed profound cultivation, a severe countenance etched with deep lines of command—his Taoist robes clashing oddly amid the evil god temple.

Mo Hua recognized the man as well.

Shangguan Wang...

Elder at the Feather Transformation Realm from the fifth-grade Tao Cultivation clan, the Shangguan Family, a figure of immense influence who had nearly claimed the family leadership.

He was the very one who had snatched Yu Er away.

Mo Hua's eyes sharpened, confirming his suspicions: this old schemer, lurking in the evil god temple's core within the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation, had obviously fallen under the Great Wilderness Evil God's sway, conspiring with Mr. Tu.

Yet Mo Hua felt perplexed too.

For a fifth-grade Qianxue clan, a Feather Transformation Realm elder of such stature and power was no small glory.

What temptations had Mr. Tu—or the Great Wilderness Evil God—dangled before Shangguan Wang to make him forsake it all, embracing the shadows?

As Mo Hua eyed Shangguan Wang, the latter spotted him too, a flicker of emotion cracking his rigid, aloof facade.

"You?"

Mo Hua nodded, "Yes, me."

Turning to Mr. Tu, Shangguan Wang demanded icily: "What's the meaning of this? Why drag this kid here?"

Mr. Tu answered deferentially: "A boon from the Divine Lord." Shangguan Wang's brow furrowed; after a pause, he snapped coldly: "Slay the boy."

Mo Hua edged subtly behind Mr. Tu.

Mr. Tu shook his head. "This one must not be slain."

Shangguan Wang replied measuredly: "Mr. Tu, don't say I didn't caution you—this lad is peculiar. Spare him, and he might capsize the ship."

Displeasure crossed Mo Hua's features; he mused how these evil heretics dared label him, a true righteous cultivator, as "peculiar"?

Mr. Tu stayed unmoved: "Not to be killed."

Malice gleamed in Shangguan Wang's stare at Mo Hua, but he held his tongue. Despite his lofty Feather Transformation status, he plainly lacked the clout to override Mr. Tu's will.

Addressing Mo Hua, Mr. Tu said: "You'll remain awhile in this sanctuary of the Divine Lord. I've secured a spot for you—follow."

"Oh." Mo Hua nodded.

Mr. Tu strode toward the grand hall's right flank.

Mo Hua trailed right after Mr. Tu, sparing Shangguan Wang not a look.

Shangguan Wang, however, fixed a piercing gaze on Mo Hua, command lines creasing his face tightly, his look profoundly stern.