Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2335 - 1070: Descent

Within the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation.

The colossal heart, designated as the "formation eye," commenced a steady pulsation.

The Earth Vein Blood River surged with tumultuous currents, its crimson tide washing over the immense bones of the deceased beast.

A blood-red luminescence emanated sequentially from the formation's pivot. The lamentations of perished beast souls mingled with the gruesome spectacle, their very carcasses rendering vital support as the visceral organs for the blood sacrifice. This gruesome tableau fueled the operation of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation, painstakingly constructing a 'breeding ground' for the impending rebirth of the Evil God.

An ancient and terrifying will began to unfurl its dominion between the heavens and the earth.

Mr. Tu surveyed the blood-soaked panorama before him, a tremor of awe and disbelief rippling through his being as he perceived the ancient aura. His gaze then shifted to Mo Hua, and a chilling dread began to snake its way into his heart.

"Mr. Tu, my efforts have borne fruit."

Mo Hua's Divine Sense was perilously close to exhaustion, his countenance ashen, yet a smile of profound gratification graced his lips.

"Indeed, your toil has been significant," Mr. Tu responded, acknowledging his subordinate's achievement.

With a nod, Mr. Tu extended his long, desiccated white hand, clasping Mo Hua's shoulder with a vice-like grip. In his other hand, he brandished a sacrificial short knife, which he then plunged deep into Mo Hua's chest.

Trapped within the Feather Transformation Realm, Mo Hua was utterly defenseless against the assault. He could only watch, his expression contorting in shock and confusion, as the blade pierced his vital organ. "Mr. Tu, what is the meaning of this..."

Mr. Tu's eyes remained devoid of emotion.

"You represent an unpredictable element, and I cannot permit you to remain."

Mo Hua stared, incredulity warring with a rising tide of anger. "You..."

But the words caught in his throat, unable to be uttered further.

Blood-red tendrils, like grasping vines, sprouted from the sacrificial knife, coiling around Mo Hua's form. They infiltrated his chest, weaving their way into his meridians, parasitizing his very being, and asserting complete dominion over him.

The physical vessel serves as the ultimate prison for the Divine Sense.

Concurrently, the Divine Sense finds its essential foundation within the flesh.

Once the corporeal form succumbs to control and its life essence is siphoned by the sacrificial knife, leading to inevitable decay, the Divine Sense, deprived of its anchor and sustenance, naturally succumbs to fatigue, gradually sinking into a profound slumber.

This constituted a dual seal, an unbreakable bond.

The sacred artifact of the Great Wilderness ensnared Mo Hua's Divine Thought, effectively sealing the deity residing within his Sea of Consciousness.

Yet, even this proved insufficient for Mr. Tu's unease. Consequently, he plunged the sacrificial knife into Mo Hua's chest once more. The blood threads, now imbued with malevolent Evil Thoughts, parasitized his flesh, thereby sealing his very vitality.

The sacred artifact of the Great Wilderness, coupled with the formidable Blade of Blood Sacrifice.

The Sea of Consciousness and the physical body, bound by these dual seals, served to comprehensively 'suppress' Mo Hua.

Mr. Tu resided in the Feather Transformation Realm, while Mo Hua was merely at the Foundation Establishment stage. The chasm in their cultivation levels and the sophistication of their techniques was insurmountable. Caught in this sudden, brutal onslaught, Mo Hua possessed absolutely no means of resistance.

He experienced a profound weakness spreading through his limbs, his flesh growing slack and unresponsive. His Divine Sense felt as though it were being inexorably dragged into a lightless abyss, sinking ever deeper, beyond the possibility of awakening.

Mo Hua succumbed to a deep coma, his body slowly slumping to the ground.

Both his flesh and his Divine Sense were utterly sealed, rendered inert.

Only then did a sense of relief wash over Mr. Tu.

He harbored a deep aversion to any feeling of 'uncontrollability.'

This Mo Hua, in particular, was a source of constant vexation. His capacity to absorb knowledge was unparalleled; he could master any doctrine presented to him with astonishing speed, and subsequently apply it with even greater alacrity.

It was simply too extraordinary, bordering on the absurd.

While Mr. Tu harbored a desire for Mo Hua to 'fall,' the crucial prerequisite was that this 'fall' must be meticulously controlled, remaining entirely within his grasp, never escaping his possessive hold.

However, Mo Hua's 'fall' was occurring far too rapidly.

At such a pace of progression, Mr. Tu harbored a chilling fear that it wouldn't be long before Mo Hua could usurp his position as 'Mr. Tu,' ascending to become the new 'pet' of the Great Wilderness God Master, and be lauded by countless demons as 'Mr. Mo.'

Mr. Tu's gaze intensified, growing cold and piercing.

Therefore, before the Divine Lord's grand resurrection, this prodigy absolutely could not be allowed to live!

Under no circumstances could the Divine Lord be granted any opportunity to bestow his 'favor' upon Mo Hua.

Should such a thing occur, the Divine Temple of the Great Wilderness God Master would undoubtedly have no further place for him.

Mr. Tu harbored a faint, yet persistent, premonition: despite his many years of diligent service towards the Divine Lord's monumental cause, he could never hope to contend with this young prodigy for 'favor.'

He had observed it with his own eyes: this youth, despite his humble origins and unremarkable Spiritual Roots, possessed an intellect and perceptiveness that defied convention. He demonstrated a profound affinity with the Great Dao and wielded an inexplicable 'charm' that captivated all.

This potent 'charm' extended its influence not only over mortals but likewise over divine beings.

Otherwise, how could this youth have garnered such profound favor from the Fierce God of the Taixu Gate?

The Fierce God of the Taixu Gate appeared to genuinely regard him as a 'blood-son,' showering him with divine gifts with a generosity that seemed to cost him nothing.

Such actions, from the perspective of a mere 'dog' serving a deity, were utterly incomprehensible to Mr. Tu.

Yet, all of that was of no consequence anymore.

Such trivialities would soon hold no importance for him.

Because...

A sinister glint flickered within Mr. Tu’s eyes.

"He is about to become mine. There is no longer any need to differentiate between us..."

Mr. Tu effortlessly lifted Mo Hua with one hand. He then strode out of the Blood Sacrifice formation's core. With a mere thought, he summoned two half-human, half-demon monsters. Toss Mo Hua to them, he commanded:

"Take him to the Blood Pool and do as I instructed earlier."

The two Demon Monsters rasped in agreement, "Yes," and then, flanking Mo Hua, they carried him away. Their figures gradually receded, vanishing into the fleshy labyrinth walls.

Having "dealt with" Mo Hua, the gnawing worries within Mr. Tu’s heart began to subside.

But soon, a new seed of doubt took root, growing in his mind.

This burgeoning suspicion deepened with each passing moment.

Mr. Tu turned back and returned to the center of the blood sacrifice. He stepped onto the massive beast bones and meticulously re-examined the formation Mo Hua had drawn, his brow furrowed.

"There are no errors..."

"It is indeed drawn precisely according to the predetermined formation diagram, not a single stroke out of place. At most, there's a minor deviation in the penmanship, but it doesn't alter the formation's fundamental meaning..."

This was the inherent characteristic of the Mystery Formation's ancient patterns; profound and abstruse. Mo Hua had replicated the diagram flawlessly, even with his haste, facing no issues in its execution.

Still, Mr. Tu remained unsettled. He scrutinized it from beginning to end once more, and as he searched, he couldn't help but let out a cold, self-deprecating laugh.