Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2296 Chapter 1057: Great Wilderness Sacred Relic (Part 2)

"All techniques interconnect, with exquisite movement skills, swords commanded from afar, Formation Demon... they might appear diverse, yet they all stem from just two words..."

"Divine Sense!"

"This young one depends entirely on his Divine Sense!"

"No..."

Mr. Tu's pupils abruptly shrank, his stare turning sharp.

Maybe it boils down to a single word:

God!

The following day.

Within the Great Wilderness Prison dungeon.

Daylight had broken outside, yet the prison stayed shrouded in gloom, blurring day from night, light from dark, humans from demons.

Wearing a jet-black demon robe, Mr. Tu carried an old bronze chest into the chilling, terrifying dungeon. Raising his eyes, he spotted Mo Hua wrapped in a thin blanket, dozing cozily and peacefully—his eyelids involuntarily twitched.

He lingered there, clutching the chest, gazing vacantly like a loyal "old servant" awaiting the "young master" to rise and dress, though his eyes grew colder by the second.

After some time, Mo Hua stirred awake.

Under Mr. Tu's freezing stare, drifting back to sleep proved impossible.

Mo Hua yawned, sat upright, stretched lazily, then rose to fold the little blanket neatly before finally facing Mr. Tu nearby and saying: "Good morning, Gentleman."

Mr. Tu stayed silent.

Mo Hua pretended not to notice, inquiring: "Oh right, what's your family name, Gentleman?"

"Tu." Mr. Tu responded icily.

Mo Hua nodded, "Good morning, Mr. Tu."

Mr. Tu eyed Mo Hua coolly, "I've brought a present for you."

"A present?" Mo Hua blinked in surprise.

Mr. Tu unveiled the bronze chest, exposing the bone circlet within—adorned with a pale tooth from some unknown beast, age indeterminable, inscribed with crimson ancient runes and marred by fissures.

"This supreme treasure was crafted by a Great Wilderness Clan master millennia ago, and now I bestow it upon you. Try it on." Mr. Tu stated coldly.

Mo Hua eyed the vintage bone circlet solemnly, "This gift... is far too valuable. I've done nothing to deserve it."

Mr. Tu declared: "One must accept a gift from an elder."

Mo Hua demurred: "I'm not worthy."

Mr. Tu shook his head, "In all of Qian Learning State Boundary's myriad cultivators, and even among every Divine Lord follower in this temple, you alone merit this supreme treasure."

Appreciation filled Mr. Tu's voice, his resolve unyielding.

Mo Hua, "unable to reject such generosity," yet reluctant to take this sinister "bone contraption," softly questioned Mr. Tu:

"This... what is it precisely? What does it do?"

Mr. Tu replied mildly: "Place it on your head, and you'll understand."

Mo Hua hesitated to don it, but Mr. Tu's look made clear refusal wasn't an option.

Thus, Mo Hua tried securing the tooth talisman circlet atop his head. Instantly, the bone circlet trembled, akin to a monstrous beast baring its maw, sprouting fangs that "clamped" onto Mo Hua's scalp, lodging into points like Tianchong, Fubai, Fengchi, Tianzhu, Yuzhen, Baihui, and more.

The archaic tooth talisman acted like fangs from a primordial savage beast, clamping perfectly onto Mo Hua's forehead Shenting Acupoint.

A torrent of restraining force erupted, utterly quelling Mo Hua's Sea of Consciousness.

His Divine Sense could no longer extend, nor his divinity manifest.

Mo Hua lost his composure, face draining of color in alarm, staring at Mr. Tu in dread and yelling:

"What is this thing? Why can't I, I..."

Mr. Tu's face remained impassive, "Why... can you no longer connect with the 'deity' in your Sea of Consciousness?"

Mo Hua's complexion blanched sharply, lips clenched shut, speechless.

Witnessing this, Mr. Tu gave a faint nod, solidifying his earlier guesses.

The Taixu Gate harbors a "Fierce God," sworn foe of the Divine Lord.

This Fierce God qualifies as a deity too, and as such, it requires a "dwelling" or a host to "possess."

Typical deities inhabit worldly objects, erect Divine Temples, cultivate followers, stand immovable like peaks, bestow widespread blessings, seldom stirring of their own accord.

Yet the Taixu Gate's Fierce God stands apart, far too "restless."

It lurks everywhere.

Mr. Tu theorized the Fierce God inhabits a living body, coexisting intimately with a chosen vessel.

The top suspect at Taixu Gate was this Super Divine Sense Formation Leader—Mo Hua.

Deity-related affairs demand utmost vigilance.

Mr. Tu mulled deeply, deliberating through the night before, ultimately resolving to deploy this ancient Great Wilderness heirloom, a sacred artifact to subdue the Evil God.

Employing this "sacred artifact" sealed Mo Hua's Divine Sense, repressing the "deity" upon him.

Deities arise from heaven and earth's Dao; irrespective of rank, they transcend mortal cultivators entirely. Furthermore, Taixu Gate's deity is a bloodthirsty "Fierce God" with endless slaughters.

That fleeting clash in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons scarred Mr. Tu profoundly.

Lacking the Divine Lord's divine might, Mr. Tu stood powerless against this Fierce God.

Luckily, this Fierce God bore a critical flaw—its host, Mo Hua.

Dominating the host equates to dominating the deity.

The host serves as the deity's earthly "puppet" and its deadliest "seal."

With Mo Hua now "sealed," the Fierce God lay neutralized.

In turn, isolating the Fierce God stripped Mo Hua of his value.

Mr. Tu glanced once more at the frantic Mo Hua, a faint icy smirk curling his lips.

What a lucky little rascal.

Some stroke of fate in his early years earned the deity's grace, forging a "co-being" bond with it.