Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2325 Chapter 1066: Seven Stars Formations (Part 3)

"The Seven Pavilions of the Taoist Court draw their names from the Beidou Seven Stars."

"Thus, the true lineage of the Seven Stars Formation resides in the central Taoist Court's Seven Pavilions alongside the neighboring Heavenly Observatory."

"Such a formation allows one to observe celestial events, divine heavenly mysteries, and with deep mastery, wield the might of the

stars..."

"As a confidential array of the Taoist Court, it delves into celestial patterns and computations, profoundly intricate, beyond the grasp of typical cultivators or even skilled formation masters."

"In your life, chances are slim you'll ever get to study it, and even then, you likely couldn't master it..."

Mo Hua mulled over this inwardly.

"Taoist Court's hidden formations... observing celestial phenomena, divining heavenly secrets, tapping into cosmic power..."

"Could this be the Taoist Court intervening?"

"Are these Heavenly Mechanism Cultivators deploying the Taoist Court's Seven Stars Formation to offset the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation, restraining the evil qi's expansion, and bearing down on Mr. Tu?"

Mo Hua figured it was highly probable.

Yet he had no clue who these Heavenly Mechanism Cultivators might be.

Nor if he could one day acquire knowledge of this Seven Stars Formation himself...

"Seven Stars Formation, eh."

Mo Hua burned with intense desire for it.

Still, this wasn't the moment to dwell on such matters.

Mo Hua's eyes shifted subtly.

Right now, Mr. Tu faced suppression from the Taoist Court and the Seven Stars Formation. Mo Hua's instincts told him this presented a prime chance.

Such openings could vanish swiftly; he needed to act decisively now.

But what action to take?

Mo Hua furrowed his brow, thought deeply, and soon devised a plan.

The next time Mr. Tu inquired about the array's advancement, Mo Hua would drop the pretense and reveal everything:

"Mr. Tu, I've mastered it."

Mr. Tu jolted in surprise, "What?"

Mo Hua affirmed with a nod, "I've fully grasped the Formation Pivot of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice that you instructed."

Mr. Tu's pupils quivered sharply as he gazed at Mo Hua, his face slowly icing over.

He had truly intended to impart the formation to Mo Hua.

Yet his aim was to ramp up the challenge, forcing Mo Hua into the bind of understanding the array, yielding to allure, gradually eroding his principles, and ultimately growing accustomed to and fully dependent on

drawing arrays with human blood and hides, achieving the shift from a Qianxue "Formation Leader" to a Great Wilderness "Evil Formation Genius."

The formation served as the "lure," hiding a massive trap below.

But Mo Hua had leaped straight past the trap and devoured the "lure."

This wasn't catastrophic.

Once the lure was offered, one expects it to be taken.

However, only Mo Hua, having swallowed the "lure," could now assist with that single crucial task.

If Mo Hua aided him, it would resolve his pressing crisis.

This should have been ideal, yet the timing felt far too perfect.

So perfectly timed that Mr. Tu suspected a plot from the apparently guileless Mo Hua.

Mr. Tu eyed Mo Hua intently.

The clearer those eyes appeared, the stranger they seemed, leaving Mr. Tu uneasy.

Mo Hua's image in his mind turned ever more peculiar.

Mr. Tu's ashen eyes fixed on Mo Hua for a prolonged moment, then he restrained himself from speaking, merely muttering dismissively, "The Dao of formations is boundless and deep; keep studying," before departing.

Yet his departure without seeking Mo Hua's aid didn't erase the issue.

The Mystic Sky Beidou Seven Stars Formation's starlight lingered on the horizon.

Mr. Tu sensed a lump choking his throat.

Beyond the Seven Stars Formation, within the Blood Sacrifice Array, a band of Demon Heads began stirring restlessly, their thoughts unsettled.

Several days passed, leading to yet another Ten Thousand Demons Gathering.

The Featherization Old Demon of Yin Corpse Valley pressed Mr. Tu: "When precisely will the Divine Lord resurrect?"

The Feather Transformation Demon Head from Demon Sword Sect rasped hoarsely, "This delay is unbearable; Demon Sword Sect can't endure much longer."

Righteous and demonic forces clashed savagely, but the righteous cultivators held the upper hand. Every day's postponement meant another Demon Sword Sect disciple perished.

Yin Corpse Valley retained Walking Corpses and Iron Corpses as expendable fodder.

Yet for the Demon Sword Sect, every single loss involved a Sword Slave disciple forging a resonance with the demon sword.

In this era of the demon path's decline, enlisting new disciples was no simple task; such heavy casualties were unbearable for them.

Shangguan Wang stayed silent, his countenance grim as he gazed toward Mr. Tu.

Mr. Tu could merely respond: "Soon."

The Feather Transformation cultivator from Yin Corpse sneered, "That's what you claimed ten days back.

You uttered the very same thing twenty days ago."

"With the Seven Stars now towering above, formation blocked solid, Mr. Tu..." eyes glowing green within putrid decay fixed on Mr. Tu with deep grudge, "just what do you intend to do?"

Demon cultivators filled the hall, every one of them staring intently at Mr. Tu.

Under ordinary conditions, none would dare corner him in this aggressive fashion.

But at present, Qianxue Ancestor stood vigil outside, cultivators from aristocratic families and sects teeming like ants, Taoist Court agents circling like predatory birds—with enemies of such might encircling them, the Blood Sacrifice advanced with constant setbacks,

crawling forward sluggishly.

Prolonged further, death would claim them all.

Mr. Tu's visage turned frigid.

These wild, rapacious demons defied control; solely the Divine Lord's revival could deliver on the pledge.

Likewise, only the Divine Lord's revival could let his prestige cow

them into submission.

Further delay, and these demon cultivators would ignite

mutiny on their own.

Just one individual now could resolve his dilemma.

Just one could aid the Divine Lord with his "resurrection."

Yet...

Deep down, Mr. Tu harbored profound unease, laced with an odd

unnameable fear.

Such fear struck him as ridiculous; even Mr. Tu couldn't pinpoint

precisely what unnerved him about Mo Hua.

The parasitic deity lay sealed within the sacred artifact.

Though its divine sense proved potent, that potency held only against peers of its level.

Its cultivation barely reached Foundation Establishment.

Why should he, a Feather Transformation powerhouse, fear a mere Foundation

Establishment cultivator?

Mr. Tu deemed it absurd, still he furrowed his brow, mulling deeply,

locked in indecision for ages.

This Ten Thousand Demons Gathering dissolved amid strife. The pent-up malice in these demon cultivators, unless released promptly, would soon burst into turmoil, plunging everything into uncontrollable mayhem.

Back in his secret chamber, Mr. Tu sat in quiet solitude, contemplating deeply, yet no matter how he weighed options, a single path remained.

Beyond the walls loomed Qianxue's troops, Taoist Court enforcers, and the Mystic Sky

Beidou Seven Stars Formation.

Within brewed the Evil God's demands, looming unrest among the demon

cultivators.

Beset by perils inside and out, Mr. Tu found himself without alternatives.

He had to exhaust every means to hasten the Divine Lord's advent.

"Regarding Mo Hua..."

Mr. Tu stroked the human skin parchment clutched in his grasp, bearing a Demon

Identification Map where Mo Hua's likeness crowned the fiend...

"We'll exploit him for the moment..."

Within the flesh prison.

Mo Hua continued inscribing the formation out of boredom when abruptly a cold shiver ran down his spine. Whirling around, he beheld Mr. Tu's cadaverous visage

right behind him, eyes devoid of warmth.

Mo Hua jumped slightly, "Mr. Tu?"

Mr. Tu spoke softly: "I require your assistance with a certain matter."

Mo Hua inquired, perplexed: "What is it?"

Mr. Tu hesitated briefly, eyes turning icy, then uttered deliberately: "I need you to inscribe a formation for me, one to facilitate the Divine Lord's resurrection..."