Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2297 - 1057: Great Wilderness Sacred Artifact (3)

All he possessed stemmed from the "deity" residing upon him.

This deity bestowed talent upon him, comprehension as well, and a mighty Divine Sense too.

Thanks to this Divine Sense loaned by the deity, he rose to Super Rank power, attained Foundation Building Middle Stage cultivation, crushed a horde of Formation prodigies, and claimed the Qianxue Array Dao Leader title in an utterly monstrous fashion against all odds.

Every bit of his Taoist Skill, movement techniques, and Formations relied entirely on Divine Sense, drawing from the deity within him.

Even in the brutal Great Wilderness Prison impervious to all evils, he slumbered soundly, shielded by the deity without fear.

It stunned Mr. Tu with envy that such divine favor could fall upon someone in this world.

Yet that was the extent of it.

Much like himself, this young man's every advantage sprang from "divine blessing."

Blessed by the divine, he shone as Qianxue's genius Formation Leader.

Devoid of that blessing, his true nature emerged—a mere Loose Cultivator from a backwater, plagued by inferior Spiritual Root and frail body, handsome perhaps but worthless otherwise.

As Mr. Tu foresaw, Mo Hua's Sea of Consciousness stood sealed, his link to the "deity" severed, bereft of backing, now he appeared terrified and restless, calm nowhere in sight.

Mr. Tu kept his face impassive, yet gripping Mo Hua filled him with deep satisfaction.

Sealed by the Great Wilderness's sacred relic that bound Divine Sense, he felt far more secure this way.

"Follow me closely, I'll lead you somewhere..."

Mr. Tu spoke to Mo Hua, then stretched a pallid finger, ignited a blood Pattern, unlocked the prison gate, and strode away.

Mo Hua paled, paused briefly in hesitation, sighed in helpless defeat, and trailed after Mr. Tu.

They departed the Great Wilderness Prison, ascended the stairs, ventured into the Evil God’s Divine Temple, pressing onward.

En route, Mo Hua refused to yield, murmuring softly:

"Mr. Tu, what did you exactly put on me?"

"What's the purpose of this White Bone Tight Hoop?"

"Where are you leading me?"

Yet Mr. Tu's lanky form, akin to a Demon Monster, advanced relentlessly in silence.

Mo Hua sensibly clamped his lips shut, then let out another resigned sigh.

He resembled a punctured balloon, arrogance utterly deflated.

Thus they pressed on, weaving past bone structures and wooden beams, Demon Monster carvings, climbing icy stern steps ever upward, chill deepening around them, the Divine Temple looming grander, the Evil God statue swelling more imposing and malevolent, while temple-base Demon Monster Evil Cultivators shrank to ant-like specks below...

At last, Mo Hua trailed Mr. Tu into the temple's summit grand hall.

The hall towered imposingly, its doors sealed shut.

Over the entrance loomed a massive White Bone sheep’s head, hollow eyes glaring down upon the minuscule Mo Hua.

Mo Hua spared the sheep’s head a mere glance, but Mr. Tu ahead displayed profound reverence.

He bowed deeply to the White Bone sheep’s head, whispered incantations, then thrust the door wide.

The colossal portal creaked open slowly.

Icy gusts howled forth, thick acrid blood stench billowed from inside, mingled with frenzied struggles and savage roars.

Mo Hua lifted his gaze, pupils quivering faintly.

To his shock, the hall brimmed with seated figures packed tightly, every one a high-cultivation powerhouse wreathed in blood glow, brimming with Demonic Qi as Demon Heads, realms no lower than Golden Core.

A long-forgotten phrase surged in Mo Hua’s thoughts:

Ten Thousand Demons Gathering.

Mo Hua's gaze sharpened slightly.

"To think this is... a Ten Thousand Demons Gathering..."

Per Demon Path conventions, when myriad slayer Demon Heads of lofty cultivation convened for grave aims, such an event bore the name "Ten Thousand Demons Gathering."

Laden with import, amid Demon Path's waning, nothing short of monumental stakes could summon so many Demon Cultivators.

Mo Hua himself had joined one such gathering before.

In Dali Mountain State near Li State City, atop Dry Wood Cliff within the Demon Palace hovering in an Illusion Array.

His uncle Gui Tao's followers once escorted him to a "Ten Thousand Demons Gathering" plotting his master's siege.

Who would have thought that now Mr. Tu dragged him to this Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation for a "Ten Thousand Demons Gathering" teeming with Demon Heads...

The sight felt eerily familiar.

Mo Hua sensed time's relentless flow, as though from another lifetime.

But this time, no uncle remained—only he stood solitary.