Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2354 Chapter 1076: Little Devious Path Person

The Blood and Flesh Maze, the Blood Pool.

Mo Hua found himself on the sacrificial altar at the heart of the Blood Pool, a sacrificial dagger plunged into his chest. A cocoon woven from blood threads had sealed him tightly within.

Surrounding the Blood Pool were four Golden Core Demon Cultivators. One was a burly, bald Monster cultivator, his head adorned with a fierce, blood-colored tiger pattern. He was busy dipping his blade into blood, sharpening an execution guillotine.

Among the other three Demon Cultivators, one was tall and gaunt, appearing to be an Evil Formation Master, who was currently drawing a blood-colored Evil Formation. The remaining pair of Demon Cultivators were seen dissecting several massive Demon Monsters, piecing together a flesh body.

The Evil God began to stir, and a terrifying throbbing emanated outwards. The four cultivators felt a surge of fear, swiftly followed by an overwhelming sense of reverence and faith. Their blood began to boil, and their Divine Senses teetered on the brink of madness.

Then, the bald Monster cultivator inquired, "It's time, isn't it?"

"Yes," the Evil Formation Master confirmed. "As per Mr. Tu's instructions, once the Divine Lord awakens and His might permeates the entire Large Formation, we will sever this brat's head. It will be soaked in the Blood Pool, assimilated by the Blood Qi, and then stitched onto the body of the Karma Dragon Demon..."

The bald Monster cultivator appeared unconcerned.

The Evil Formation Master then declared solemnly:

"The beheading must be executed with utmost care. Utilize the blood sacrificial guillotine to sever his head, and subsequently employ a Living Blood Formation to sustain its vitality. You mustn't allow him to truly die..."

The bald Monster cultivator grumbled impatiently, "Why complicate things so much?"

The Evil Formation Master let out a cold sneer. "What do you comprehend? Do you have any inkling of this brat's identity? How could you possibly know if he possesses any methods of preserving his life?"

"If the severed head remains alive, no Restrictions will be triggered. However, should we decapitate him and he perishes instantly, it will undoubtedly activate his life-saving trump card. At that juncture, both you and I will be in grave jeopardy."

The bald Monster cultivator paused, a sudden understanding dawning on his face. "Ah, so that's the reason."

The Evil Formation Master sneered again. "Mr. Tu's directives contain a profound underlying meaning. You lack the intellect to grasp it – simply follow the orders."

Though dissatisfied, the bald Monster cultivator dared not voice any further objections. He retrieved the guillotine and approached Mo Hua.

First, he withdrew the sacrificial dagger from Mo Hua's chest, dissolving the blood cocoon. He then raised the blood sacrificial guillotine above Mo Hua's neck, just as he was about to bring it down, when he abruptly froze. He had noticed Mo Hua's eyes.

They were naturally clear, unstained by the world's impurities, yet possessed an unfathomable depth. The bald Monster cultivator's heart gave an unexpected lurch.

"When... did this brat awaken?" He was being regarded in such an peculiar manner, sending a chill down his spine...

The bald Monster cultivator stared blankly for a moment before rationalizing, "Whatever, awake is awake. Dying with a clear consciousness is preferable to having your head lopped off in a daze." Besides, severing the head of a living person offered far more satisfaction. Especially the head of a chosen disciple from a prominent Qianxue Great Sect; it looked quite handsome too. To behead him alive by his own hand—now that was truly exhilarating. The bald Monster cultivator grinned, hoisting the guillotine high, poised to strike Mo Hua's head right then and there. He deliberately fixed his gaze upon Mo Hua's eyes, eager to witness those clear, water-like orbs display panic, fear, despair, and a spectrum of emotions in the final moments before death.

However, the limpid water in his eyes suddenly turned profoundly deep. Those clear pupils transformed into an abyss, radiating an unfathomable horror. A wisp of chillingly strange black-gray began to weave within, rising and falling.

The bald Monster cultivator felt as though his soul had been seized, leaving him frozen on the spot. Darkness was reflected in the depths of his eyes, as if a thought had pierced his gaze and embedded itself deep within his heart. Simultaneously, a childish, clear voice, crisp yet laced with eerie cunning, echoed by his ear – or perhaps within the depths of his heart:

"Why... do you heed Mr. Tu?"

"He commands you to kill someone, and you simply obey?"

"Is he deserving of such blind loyalty?"

"You are not his dog..."

The bald Monster cultivator's pupils darkened, his face contorting. He stood there, guillotine held aloft, dazed as if in a trance. Only the expression on his face continued to shift; a flush spread across his brow, and a hint of anger ignited in his eyes.

The Evil Formation Master had already completed the Living Blood Formation, his only anticipation being the moment the bald Monster cultivator would sever the sacrifice's head. This would provide the vital 'preservation' element for the freshly decapitated head.

However, his wait was prolonged, with no action forthcoming. Upon turning his head, he discovered the bald Monster cultivator frozen in place, his guillotine poised mid-air, seemingly lost to whatever strange impulse had seized him.

A wave of displeasure washed over the Evil Formation Master. With a frown, he urged:

"Hurry and remove this brat's head."

"Get a move on. What are you delaying for?"

Despite his repeated commands, the bald Monster cultivator remained utterly immobile.

Now growing impatient, the Evil Formation Master chastised him with a cold tone:

"These are the directives of Mr. Tu. Do you dare to defy them?"

The mere mention of "Mr. Tu" seemed to strike a sensitive chord. The bald Monster cultivator's demeanor shifted instantly.

His eyes flared crimson. Reversing his grip, he suddenly swung the blade in a vicious arc, targeting the Evil Formation Master's neck.

The Evil Formation Master's eyes widened in sheer terror and disbelief. The sudden, inexplicable madness that had consumed the bald Monster cultivator was beyond his comprehension.

He then witnessed the twisted fury contorting the bald cultivator's face.

A searing pain erupted at the Evil Formation Master's neck; his heart chilled as the grim reality dawned upon him. Just as he mustered the will to fight back, the colossal guillotine descended once more, swift and deadly.

The bald Monster cultivator relentlessly struck at his neck and head, blow after furious blow. With each hack, he roared curses:

"Mr. Tu!"

"Mr. Tu!"

"Mr. Tu your damn mother, Mr. Tu!"

"What authority does he even have?"

"If he says something, I'm obligated to comply?"

"Mr. Tu's orders, I dare not disobey?" "I'll obey your mother! What if I choose not to obey?"

And so, the bald Monster cultivator continued to swing the guillotine, again and again. Amidst the geyser of blood, he reduced the Evil Formation Master to a mere paste of flesh and bone.