Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2299 Chapter 1058: Ten Thousand Demons Gathering (Part 2)

Within the assembly hall, demon cultivators and monster cultivators hailing from the Demon Gates dominated the crowd in numbers.

Mo Hua had anticipated this fact for quite some time, rendering it far from shocking to him.

In addition to them, several "familiar faces" caught his eye.

For instance, members of the "Demon Sword Sect," who bore demon swords and dubbed themselves Sword Slaves;

The "Yin Corpse Valley," infamous for raising corpses, refining them, and crafting puppets;

As well as the "Mystic Demon Sect," notorious for transforming humans into demon embryos.

During the Ten Thousand Demons Gathering long ago, those scheming to assassinate his master hailed mostly from these demon sects. The sole exception he'd barely crossed paths with was the Hehuan Sect.

Representing the Hehuan Sect in the hall stood a captivating female cultivator clad in red, her lips matching her bold robes in intensity, shooting seductive glances at Mo Hua repeatedly, as though eager to "devour" him whole, which left Mo Hua deeply uneasy.

Consequently, Mo Hua harbored a negative view of the Hehuan Sect.

Yet another detail drawing Mo Hua's focus concerned the Mystic Demon Sect.

The Mystic Demon Sect's leader, a black-robed late-stage Golden Core demon cultivator, declared:

"The young master faced pressing affairs and returned to the sect, so I'm here attending the Ten Thousand Demons Gathering on his behalf..."

This revelation baffled Mo Hua.

The young master in question had to be "Young Master Xuan."

But hadn't Young Master Xuan perished, interred within Solitary Mountain's tomb?

Was it possible he survived?

Or perhaps this black-robed Golden Core cultivator from the Mystic Demon Sect was simply lying?

A slight frown creased Mo Hua's brow as he detected something off.

Logic suggested Young Master Xuan couldn't have "escaped" Solitary Mountain unscathed...

Mo Hua committed this anomaly to memory, planning a deeper probe when opportunity arose, all while persisting in his subtle eavesdropping and surveillance.

Through the demon leaders' exchanges, Mo Hua pieced together a solid grasp of their backgrounds.

Having assessed the Golden Core demon leaders, Mo Hua stole a covert peek at the platform via his peripheral vision.

Atop the grand hall's elevated throne, despite differing seats, three cultivators matched Mr. Tu's caliber.

One featured etched wrinkles, a renegade from the Shangguan family named Shangguan Wang of the Feather Transformation Realm.

The remaining pair included one shriveled like an aged servant, lugging a massive black iron sword case on his back.

The other appeared half-corpse, half-man; his left cheek human, the right decayed like carrion, with a blood-patterned golden coffin positioned nearby.

Both belonged to the demon path's Feather Transformation cultivators.

Ever since stepping into the hall, these two had stayed mute, immersed in absorption and cultivation, utterly soundless, yet exuding bone-chilling dread.

Mo Hua figured these two surpassed mere early Feather Transformation stages.

With these two Feather Transformation demon leaders emitting no noise, Mo Hua limited himself to a sidelong glimpse before averting his eyes.

He refrained from scrutinizing such high-tier cultivators excessively, particularly demon path True Men, lest he invite disaster.

These formidable Feather Transformation demon leaders, in turn, paid Mo Hua no heed, solely focused on their absorption and cultivation.

The grand hall's conversations pressed onward.

Following extended talks, the subject inevitably progressed to the subsequent phase.

"Mr. Tu..." a python-tattooed bald monk pressed his palms together toward Mr. Tu, "We've managed our end; now honor the promised rewards, please...

"The Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Array spans an entire mountain domain; all we at Ten Thousand Demon Mountain seek is to massacre every human there,

and raise Monster Beasts."

His declaration prompted other demon cultivators to chime in:

"Our Blood Refining Sect's Sect Leader directed us to sustain a blood pool with the city's cultivators;

Mistwater City fits perfectly..."

"We claim the corpses for Yin Corpse Valley...

"The Mystic Demon Sect requires prodigy corpses to cultivate demon

embryos..."

"Solitary Mountain hosts an unidentified massive refinery shop; post-city slaughter, its prepped human blood and flesh ideal for forging the 'Demon Sword..."

"I require a thousand robust Foundation Establishment male cultivators for replenishment, plus a thousand virgins' blood to craft 'rouge..."

Once erected, the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Array turns the encircling Qianxue into barren wasteland, where mountains, soil, humans, blood, corpses... become supreme demon path resources.

Every demon gate covets a portion of this bounty.

Thus, the demon path eagerly conspires with Mr. Tu and the Great Wilderness Evil God for this pact.

Mo Hua kept a composed face, but inside him, a spark of hatred began to ignite.

Choosing the demonic cultivation path wipes out all humanity, erases any conscience, turning people into mere puppets, slaves, livestock, nutrients, and expendable resources...

"In this world, there truly isn't a heretical demon that doesn't deserve to die."

As he gazed at these demon leaders, an unidentified rage swelled up in Mo Hua's heart.

A blazing murderous aura surged wildly inside Mo Hua's chest.

Mo Hua's expression shifted when he sensed that this killing intent carried a wild, uncontrollable burst of evil Qi.

What's going on?

Is it the rebound from the Water Prison Sect's Seven Souls Blood Prison Pupil Skill?

Or influence from the Fire Buddha's True Manual of Demonic Path Cultivation?

Maybe it's the buildup of evil Qi from killing too many demon beasts

and malevolent spirits?

Mo Hua had no clue right now.

Yet the murderous urge in his heart intensified relentlessly; under its sway, the evil Qi swirling in his eyes burned brighter and fiercer.

This evil Qi even roused the karma in his fate diagram. Across his back, the karmic scene of "Corpse Mountain, Blood Sea" started to manifest faintly, with a horrifying silhouette of the Taoist Demon lurking

on the verge of emerging.

To ordinary eyes, karmic visions remain unseen, but those cultivators who probe

into heavenly mysteries can sense them.

Of everyone there, Mr. Tu possessed the sharpest awareness of these shifts.

Sensing a dreadful wave of "evil Qi," his face paled slightly as he

turned his eyes toward Mo Hua.

Yet before he spotted anything, a sudden "boom" rocked the grand hall,

making it shudder.

From the blood-veined golden coffin next to the half-corpse, half-human Feather Transformation Old Demon Head of the Yin Corpse Valley, waves of pitch-black sinister Qi abruptly poured forth, dense like a tide.