Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2298 Chapter 1058: Ten Thousand Demons Gathering

Mo Hua trailed after Mr. Tu as they entered the Ten Thousand Demon Hall, where instantly, myriad frenzied and malevolent stares from the demon cultivators swept toward them.

The majority of those gazes fixed on Mr. Tu.

Yet numerous demon cultivators eyed Mo Hua as well.

Shock flickered across the features of numerous demon cultivators.

They couldn't fathom why Mr. Tu brought along such an odd and exceptional young man.

Handsome and clad in the Taoist robe of a righteous sect, Mo Hua radiated a pure, ethereal presence, but the ancient bone-tied crown adorning his forehead lent an alluring savage flair, blending righteousness with wild freedom, elegance with ferocity—his aura was utterly distinctive, evoking both a noble scion of the righteous path and a sacred heir of the wilds.

Whispers rose among the assembly about Mo Hua's origins, plunging the hall into hush.

Mr. Tu guided Mo Hua to the elevated main seat in the hall and took his place. With no chair assigned, Mo Hua stood poised and assured at Mr. Tu's side.

Demon cultivators' eyes lingered on Mo Hua, yet silence reigned.

A monk wearing a necklace of skulls appeared to realize something, his eyes bulging as he uttered slowly:

"Mr. Tu... could this youth be..."

Mr. Tu gave a nod, "He's called Mo Hua."

These words ignited the hall into chaos.

"Mo Hua!"

"Genius of the Eight Great Gates, Leader of Qianxue's Formation Path, Crown Prince of Taixu Gate..."

"So it's this monster!"

"Mr. Tu even managed to seize this one? Impressive prowess indeed."

Mo Hua felt somewhat dazed; he was clueless about when his fame had swelled to such heights. Every Golden Core demon cultivator here seemed familiar with his famed reputation, their expressions brimming with thrill at his presence.

Still, this 'thrill' carried a sinister edge.

"This kid's far too freakish; we ought to slay him," declared a demon cultivator.

"During the sword discussion day, I hid in the crowd under

human skin disguise, witnessing firsthand how horrifying this boy's array skills truly were."

"Letting him live will breed a grave danger in the future."

"Killing him outright would be wasteful—why not devour him alive? I've sampled every sort of human in my days, but never the 'human flesh' from this Qianxue prodigy."

A alluring red-garbed female demon, her lips a vivid crimson, masked a giggle with her hand, "You crude brutes, lacking all romance! For such a fine-looking youth, it's a shame to butcher and consume him. Why not have him join me for boundless ecstasy? That wouldn't squander his existence."

A demon cultivator in black robes scoffed, "Better death than your Hehuan Sect's bedchambers."

"This lad's too fragile; he couldn't endure your abuses."

Ignoring him, the seductive crimson-robed female cultivator stared at Mo Hua's visage, her scarlet lips parting in a lick, eyes misting over:

"A face this exquisite—how could I mistreat him? I'd treasure him dearly, even allow him to nourish me and bolster my cultivation."

Handsome males abound in this realm.

Yet one like Mo Hua—pure yet tender, bearing heavenly features—is exceedingly rare.

Moreover, his vibrant human essence, noble divine bearing, and touch of forbidden demonic allure rendered him impossible to forget.

Ordinary folk might overlook it, but this Hehuan Sect's crimson-robed cultivator, versed in myriad faces, recognized instantly that such peerless beauty was the apex for Hehuan arts; ideal for the Dao of Love or Dao of Desire, a heaven-sent boon.

A fierce craving ignited within this red-clad female cultivator.

Nearby demon cultivators merely offered cold smirks.

Chaos gripped the hall until Mr. Tu's eyes flashed sharply, "Silence!"

These wild, chaotic demon cultivators fell quiet bit by bit under his order.

As a Feather Transformation Demon Head and envoy of the Evil God, Mr. Tu commanded immense authority.

The clamor in the hall faded away.

Mr. Tu intoned solemnly: "Prior to the Divine Lord's revival, no one may lust after, injure, or defile this youth—doing so defies

the Divine Lord himself."

The hall's demon heads paled in shock.

With Mr. Tu's decree, they quelled their urges, burying even the irrepressible ones deep, afraid to show a hint.

Mo Hua's uproar died down; from his lofty perch, Mr. Tu scanned the assembly and gave a faint nod:

"The Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Gathering of Ten Thousand Demons,

commences now..."

Under Mr. Tu's lead, the demon heads delved into details of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation.

They turned to 'grave matters.'

Mo Hua remained at the side, standing mute and attentive.

Mr. Tu had sealed his sea of consciousness, stripping away his personal freedom. Hemmed in by countless demon heads and locked within the majestic Evil God Temple, he had no chance to make any trouble.

Mr. Tu merely kept him close at hand, always within view, but paid no further

heed to him.

Mo Hua played the part perfectly, seeming 'obedient' as he stood silently beside Mr. Tu, absorbing the demon heads' reports on the Desolate Heaven

Blood Sacrifice Formation's advancement while honing his mental model and grasp of the Blood Sacrifice Array.

In the meantime, he keenly noted the origins and backgrounds of the

assembled demon heads.

To Mo Hua's shock, these demon heads belonged to an astonishingly

wide array of groups, including renowned Demon Gates he knew of.

Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, Blood Refining Sect.

These two demon sects were heavily entangled in the blood

sacrifice scheme.

The layout of Refining Demon Mountain's Demon Valley stemmed from the mighty demon sect, Ten Thousand Demon Mountain.

The blood-draining arts of Yanluo Mountain Demon Sect originated from the

ancient demon gate, Blood Refining Sect.

Mr. Tu obviously enjoyed 'profound' alliances with these two demon gates, or he couldn't have so readily tapped into their demon sect inheritances.