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

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

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

Exactly due to this Divine Sense loaned from the deity, he grew potent enough to attain Super Rank, reach Foundation Building Middle Stage cultivation, overpower a horde of Formation prodigies, and seize the Qianxue Array Dao Leader title through a freakishly dominant "monster" display.

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

Within the savage Great Wilderness Prison, impervious to all malign forces, his peaceful slumber stemmed from the deity's protection, rendering him utterly fearless.

Shocking indeed that anyone in this world could claim such heavenly favor, stirring envy so fierce it turned Mr. Tu's face green.

Yet that was merely the whole of it.

Much like himself, this boy's current possessions all traced back to "divine blessing" alone.

Endowed with divine blessing, he stood as Qianxue's genius and Formation Leader.

Lacking divine blessing, his true nature would emerge: a mere Loose Cultivator from some remote backwater, burdened by inferior Spiritual Root and feeble body—handsome features aside, worthless in every other way.

True to Mr. Tu's foresight, Mo Hua's Sea of Consciousness stood sealed, his link to the "deity" severed, bereft of aid, now displaying raw fear and unrest, devoid of any prior poise.

Mr. Tu's visage betrayed no emotion, though gripping Mo Hua brought him profound delight.

With the Great Wilderness sacred relic suppressing Divine Sense, he could finally relax with greater assurance.

"You follow me, I'll take you somewhere..."

Mr. Tu instructed Mo Hua, then stretched a ghostly pale finger that flared with a bloody Pattern, unlocking the prison door before turning to depart.

Mo Hua's complexion drained of color; he wavered briefly before uttering a helpless sigh and trailing after Mr. Tu.

Exiting the Great Wilderness Prison, they ascended the stairs, ventured deep into the Evil God's Divine Temple, and pressed onward.

En route, Mo Hua clung to faint hope, murmuring queries:

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

"What is this White Bone Tight Hoop for?"

"Where are you taking me?"

Yet Mr. Tu's gaunt form, reminiscent of a Demon Monster, strode ahead in silence.

Sensibly, Mo Hua sealed his lips, then released another defeated sigh. Like a wilted balloon, his former arrogance had vanished.

In this manner, the pair advanced relentlessly, threading through skeletal arches and timber struts, past Demon Monster carvings, climbing frigid austere steps ever upward—the chill deepening around them, the Divine Temple swelling majestic in their view, the Evil God statue looming ever more colossal and ominous, while temple-base Demon Monster Evil Cultivators dwindled to insignificant ants...

At length, guided by Mr. Tu, Mo Hua entered the temple's pinnacle hall—soaring and forbidding, its portals sealed tight.

Looming over the entrance, a colossal White Bone sheep's head with vacant sockets peered down upon the diminutive Mo Hua.

Mo Hua spared the sheep's head a casual glance, yet Mr. Tu ahead brimmed with profound reverence.

He first prostrated before the White Bone sheep's head, intoning hushed words, before extending hands to shove the doors ajar.

The enormous doors ground open gradually.

Freezing gusts erupted forth, wafting a thick reek of blood from the hall's depths, mingled with frenzied clashes of snarls and agonized bellows.

Mo Hua lifted his gaze, pupils quivering subtly.

Shockingly, the hall teemed with cross-legged figures packed densely, each a pinnacle cultivator wreathed in crimson auras, surging with Demonic Qi—these Demon Heads boasting at least Golden Core cultivation. A long-forgotten phrase surged into Mo Hua's thoughts:

Ten Thousand Demons Gathering.

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed faintly.

"This is actually... Ten Thousand Demons Gathering..."

By Demon Path customs, vast conclaves where elite slayer Demon Heads convened for weighty aims bore the name "Ten Thousand Demons Gathering."

These Ten Thousand Demons Gatherings carried immense gravity; amid the Demon Path's current decay, nothing short of earth-shattering import could assemble such throngs of Demon Cultivators.

Mo Hua had once joined such a Ten Thousand Demons Gathering

previously.

In the Dali Mountain State frontier, beyond Li State City, upon Dry Wood Cliff, inside the Demon Palace afloat within the Illusion Array.

His uncle Gui Tao's subordinates had escorted him to debate assaulting his master during a "Ten Thousand Demons Gathering."

To his astonishment, Mr. Tu had surprisingly led him straight to this Desolate Heaven

Blood Sacrifice Formation, the "Ten Thousand Demons Gathering" overflowing with

Demon Heads...

The scene struck him with deep familiarity.

A peculiar sensation gripped Mo Hua, as if time itself had warped into another realm.

But this time, the uncle was nowhere in sight; he stood completely alone.