Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2295 Chapter 1057: Sacred Relic of the Great Wilderness

"Impossible!" Grimness darkened Shangguan Wang's face, "Utterly impossible!"

A chilling laugh escaped him, "How could this kid possess a special Eternal Life Rune?" "He may deceive the masses, but tricking me? Never!"

"The records my Shangguan family submitted for his entry into the Taixu Gate prove it—he's merely a destitute Loose Cultivator from some backwater in Li State. An illegitimate spawn of a Sect Leader, or perhaps an Ancestor's straight-line heir? He's just fabricating a noble lineage to embellish his status, nothing else."

"What sort of family heritage does he even have? What backing? Bearing such a hideous Spiritual Root, how could he be the progeny of a top-tier cultivator?"

"Under those circumstances, where is this supreme expert, this forebear, who'd implant a special Eternal Life Rune into him?"

"Unless it's a Demon Path Ancestor ready to squander blood essence and riches for a body seizure. Otherwise, which mighty figure would forsake their core Origin to embed a Rune in some unrelated whelp? Have they lost their minds?"

Mockery filled Shangguan Wang's visage.

Mr. Tu refrained from open rebuttal; deep down, he deemed Shangguan Wang's arguments sound.

The special Eternal Life Rune stands as an exclusive treasure, implantable solely in the top-tier, cherished geniuses of Fifth-grade Great Families. It serves as their cultivation safeguard, practically a spare life.

Mo Hua lacks any qualification for such a treasure.

Though recognized as the Qianxue Array Dao Leader boasting matchless Formation prowess, he remains unqualified.

This stems from his absence of a blood-bound Heaven Void Ancestor.

Blood ties hold utmost importance.

Exceptional talent alone won't draw swarms of Heaven Void Ancestors eager to bestow Eternal Life Runes upon you.

Typically, even as their Great Dao drifts beyond reach and their lifespan nears its end, Heaven Void Ancestors bequeath their special Eternal Life Rune only to their nearest, most cherished kin.

Without blood connection, what reason would compel them to implant it in you?

Considering Mo Hua's origins, securing such an "ancestor" to plant a Rune is outright inconceivable.

Nevertheless, Mr. Tu continued to furrow his brow.

Regardless of whether it's a special Eternal Life Rune, Mo Hua exudes a subtle, disturbing presence.

Slaying Mo Hua appears poised to release something terrifying.

This foreboding resembled an "oracle" from the Divine Lord far more than simple Heavenly secret perception.

Divine safeguarding?

A guardian artifact from the Taixu Gate?

Or profound karma linked to him?

Coldness sharpened Mr. Tu's gaze.

Noticing Mr. Tu's prolonged silence, Shangguan Wang suggested, "This kid can't possibly hold an Eternal Life Rune, so why not..."

"Then why not have Elder Wang step up and slay him himself?" Mr. Tu responded icily.

Shangguan Wang hesitated, pondered briefly, then lapsed into silence as well.

True enough, his desire burned to eliminate Mo Hua, to see him perish.

Yet confronting the act personally, Shangguan Wang abruptly comprehended that, as a Feather Transformation Realm clan elder, he lacked the courage to strike Mo Hua down with his own hands.

Unforeseen repercussions from Mo Hua's demise remained unknown to him.

One fact stood undeniable: slaying Mo Hua would render him the archfoe of all Taixu Gate cultivators.

To the disciples of Taixu Gate, he'd have murdered their Junior Brother;

To Taixu Sect Elders, he'd have slain their Formation Leader.

The Taixu Gate elders held Mo Hua in profound esteem.

Mo Hua's death would signify a grave insult to the Taixu Gate's Heaven Void Ancestors, dooming him to annihilation.

Taixu Gate's Ancestor Xun, a Fifth-grade Formation Master, often seems erudite and mild, yet harbors bottomless might.

The remaining ancestors prove equally formidable.

Not forgetting the far more dreadful Sword Dao Ancestor confined within the Taixu Gate's Back Hill Forbidden Area...

This realization made Shangguan Wang feel his liver and gallbladder

on the verge of shattering.

Mo Hua's demise was his fervent wish.

However, even as a Feathered Immortal, he found himself utterly unable to

so much as singe a single strand of Mo Hua's hair.

Grasping Shangguan Wang's inner turmoil, Mr. Tu sneered inwardly but, to preserve alliance with this Feathered Immortal elder, declared:

"Let us await the Divine Lord's awakening to resolve this issue."

"Under the Divine Lord's invincible shield, Mo Hua's fate—be it death, soul-refining, mercy, or corruption—requires no further fretting."

Shangguan Wang's pupils quivered faintly as he bowed, "The Divine Lord possesses ultimate wisdom; everything rests in the Divine Lord's hands."

Mr. Tu nodded, "Everything obeys the Divine Lord's decree."

"All as per the Divine Lord's decree," Shangguan Wang repeated. Then he fell quiet, cast Mr. Tu a single glance, and departed.

Once Shangguan Wang had gone, Mr. Tu lingered motionless, his ashen features expressionless and frosty, even as anxieties churned within his heart.

He recognized the validity in Shangguan Wang's apprehensions.

Mo Hua bore excessive karma; retaining him posed immense danger.

And...

Mr. Tu knitted his brows.

He mulled over Mo Hua extensively, but the deeper his reflection, the greater his bewilderment, rendering Mo Hua ever more enigmatic.

Mo Hua resembled a "hedgehog" covered in prickles, exceedingly tricky to grasp.

Even crafting a solid image of Mo Hua eluded Mr. Tu's thoughts. A penniless Loose Cultivator with inferior Spiritual Root who stumbled into a major Sect? The premier beloved disciple of Taixu Gate, among the Eight Great Gates?

A freakish Formation Leader?

Or a prodigy in sword debates capable of vanquishing five foes simultaneously?

Spiritual Cultivator? Sword Cultivator? Formation Master?

Every facet rings partially true, yet none captures the whole.

Mr. Tu's look soured, his crimson eyes starting to dart erratically as he probed every strand of Mo Hua's karma.

Following prolonged contemplation, a crimson light flashed in Mr. Tu's eyes, bringing sudden clarity as comprehension dawned fully: