Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2293 Chapter 1056: Shangguan Wang (Part 2)

Mo Hua trailed Mr. Tu into the majestic hall, pressed onward, skirted past the murals showing demonic beasts from the Great Wilderness Purgatory, and then climbed onto a lengthy set of stairs.

However, these stairs plunged downward instead of rising; as they descended deeper underground, darkness intensified, passages constricted, humidity thickened, eeriness mounted, until they arrived at the spot Mr. Tu had arranged for Mo Hua:

A dungeon.

This dungeon sank profoundly deep, tightly sealed, shrouded in utter darkness without a hint of light, hemmed in by steep cliff walls that stirred hopelessness just from a glance.

Mo Hua quietly examined it for a bit, then reminded Mr. Tu:

"I am the prodigy of the Qianxue Debate, the Formation Leader, people often call me the 'Taixu Gate Crown Prince!..."

The underlying message was clear: you really want the "Crown Prince" to stay in a dump like this?

As the "chief steward" of the Great Wilderness Evil God, isn't your hospitality a tad too crude?

Mr. Tu replied calmly, "This is already the highest level of respect. With you locked in here, you can relax without worry, and I can feel at ease too."

"Please." Mr. Tu invited politely, though his voice grated hoarsely like that of a demonic beast.

Under someone else's roof, one has no choice but to submit.

Mo Hua could only step into the cell obediently.

Mr. Tu sealed the cell door and departed without another word to Mo Hua, but just before exiting the dungeon area, he gave strict orders to the Golden Core Demon Cultivators stationed as guards:

"Keep a close watch, don't slack even a little, make no errors..."

Mr. Tu trailed off, yet every demon cultivator sensed a chill grip their hearts.

They knew full well the grim fate awaiting any guard who slipped up.

These demon cultivators bowed low, hardly daring to breathe.

Once Mr. Tu had spoken, he departed.

Not until Mr. Tu was far gone and the bone-chilling malevolent presence faded did the demon cultivators gradually stand straight, drawing deep breaths while gripped by unease and confusion.

A demon cultivator with a sinister expression furrowed his brow:

"This is the deepest level of the Great Wilderness Prison, meant for late Golden Core Stage captives—even those who've undergone Feather Transformation have been kept here—yet now it houses just a mere Foundation Establishment kid?"

"Mr. Tu himself treats it with such caution, no oversight at all... what exactly is this

brat?"

Just as the others were about to chime in, a voice snapped:

"All of you, shut your mouths!"

"Stick to your duties, ask less, the more you chatter here, the faster you court death."

These words silenced the group instantly.

A burly, intimidating demon cultivator sneered:

"Mr. Tu's depths are beyond measure; his caution has purpose. Whoever makes Mr. Tu wary, even at Foundation Establishment, isn't for you to gossip over."

"Watch out for karmic entanglements that lead to death by his hand."

These words hushed all demon cultivators like insects in winter.

The Great Wilderness Prison never detained mere nobodies.

Particularly not in its deepest layer.

Some might boast low cultivation realms, but their karmic connections terrified. Without a robust Life Chart, involvement spelled doom.

These Great Wilderness Prison guards might not grasp karmic ties or Life Charts fully, but they'd witnessed countless demonic peers with frail Life Charts perish from such links, so they heeded the warnings.

From then on, none of these demon cultivators dared peek at Mo Hua, nor venture within three meters of him.

Within the dungeon.

Mo Hua gazed upward at the ceiling, sensing its immense height, like a constricted abyss.

He extended a hand to feel the walls; the stone felt extraordinarily firm, rough and irregular, akin to bones of the dead.

Through Divine Sense, he detected a high-rank Third-Grade Evil Formation carved into the stone walls.

This high-rank Third-Grade Evil Formation sealed the entire cell, hindering Mo Hua's Blood Qi and Spiritual Power circulation, even leaving his Divine Sense faintly dizzy.

"No way out..."

In the Third-Grade State Boundary, this prison truly formed an inescapable "dead end."

Mr. Tu had indeed honored him by placing him here—completely isolated, no room for tricks.

Mo Hua let out a soft sigh, "Fine then, since I'm stuck here, might as well settle in."

Plenty to handle. The circumstances remained murky; rash moves wouldn't help.

Even with the dungeon's Evil Formation suppressing him, his Divine Sense tired quickly.

Best to recover and catch some rest.

The cell walls loomed gloomily, oppressively bloodstained, the air heavy with stale blood and decay.

Chilly Yin energy leaked from somewhere, piercing cold.

Mo Hua patted his waist and pulled out his Storage Bag.

Surprisingly, Mr. Tu left Mo Hua's Storage Bag untouched.

Truth be told, it held nothing valuable—just low-grade Spirit Stones, formation tools, Pills, and Second Grade Formation Diagrams...

The real treasures hid in Mo Hua's Storage Ring.

Even if Mr. Tu seized it, he'd claim only "trash."

Mo Hua retrieved formation tools and brush from the Storage Bag, sketched a Clear Wind Formation to banish the foul odor in the cell, then inscribed a Warm Wind Formation for comfort, grabbed a small blanket to wrap up, lay on the ground, and prepared for a deep slumber.

Yet right as he settled, Mo Hua glanced up to find a massive, blood-drenched eyeball glaring down at him.

It's tough to sleep under a stare.

Especially from such an enormous, gore-filled eyeball.

Mo Hua stated calmly, "You're ruining my rest."

Being deep in the Evil God's "headquarters," he had no desire to make waves now.

Besides, having just eaten, he lacked the appetite for fuss.

The bloody eyeball quivered violently, then snapped shut at once.