Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2373 Chapter 1083: "Religious Con Men" (Part 2)

This detestable little phantom, deserving a thousand cuts...

What in the heavens is he doing?!

He's actually perched atop the Divine Lord's head, even delving into the Divine Lord's very brain?!

This effigy of the Divine Lord stands as one of the most ancient in the Great Wilderness.

Typically, I myself offer respectful bows and prostrate myself in worship, never daring the slightest disrespect, not even to gaze directly. Yet now, this Divine Lord statue is being subjected to such indignity by Mo Hua astride it.

Mr. Tu's fury boiled, his vision blurring, blood surging into his chest, threatening to erupt. He yearned to rush forward and tear Mo Hua asunder to vent his rage.

However, a sliver of remaining rationality held his impulse in check.

This is the Divine Lord's sacred altar, the 'forbidden ground' of the Divine Lord's genesis; he dared not ascend rashly, lest it be construed as an offense against the Divine Lord himself.

Mr. Tu drew a deep breath, striving for composure, yet his voice, betraying his inner turmoil, cracked with a hoarse tremble:

"You... descend from there..."

Mo Hua blinked, not only refusing to dismount but actually deepening his arm's insertion. He felt something cold, moist, and unnervingly bone-like within the Evil God's skull. His heart leaped. With his fingers, he silently retrieved it, pocketing it into his Storage Ring.

Mr. Tu's eyes blazed crimson, wishing he could consume Mo Hua whole.

"Descend..." he pleaded again.

Mo Hua remained atop the Evil God's head, silent, his mind a whirlwind of calculations.

Mr. Tu, at the Feather Transformation stage, was far too potent; Mo Hua simply could not prevail against him.

The demonic visages within the grand hall had all met their demise, manipulated by his 'Planting Devil in Taoist Heart' technique. Without these decoys and 'playthings,' he had no means to restrain Mr. Tu.

Furthermore, the altar he occupied seemed to be Mr. Tu's 'restricted zone,' a place he hesitated to tread carelessly. Thus, this most perilous perch atop the Evil God's altar was, paradoxically, Mo Hua's safest haven.

Otherwise, should he dare to step off this sacred ground, the enraged Mr. Tu might well tear him limb from limb on the spot.

Mo Hua, presently devoid of any viable strategy to escape Mr. Tu's clutches, absolutely could not abandon the altar, could not leave the statue's protection.

The situation had reached an impasse.

Mr. Tu continued his vigil, his gaze fixed upon Mo Hua, radiating lethal intent.

Thus, the two stood locked in a silent, tense confrontation.

After a period, Mr. Tu's agitation subsided marginally, a nascent thought dawning, instantly draining the color from his face as he grasped a more significant danger.

The altar pulsed with the potent aura of the Divine Lord.

Logically, the blood sacrifice had been consummated, and the Divine Lord himself should have manifested.

Mo Hua's brazen actions – riding the Divine Lord's head, probing the Divine Lord's skull – such acts of defiance and blasphemy ought to have drawn the Divine Lord's immediate retribution. Yet, why did the Divine Lord remain impassive? Why was Mo Hua utterly unharmed?

What was the reason?

Where had the Divine Lord gone?

What fate had befallen the Divine Lord?

Mr. Tu's gaze swiftly shifted downwards, falling upon the unconscious form of Yu Er, situated at the heart of the altar, upon the White Bone Throne.

A faint trace of the Divine Lord's essence already clung to Yu Er's person.

Though subtle, its presence was undeniable.

This was indeed the case, for the true nascent form of the Great Wilderness's Master had, in fact, emerged from Yu Er's own Divine Thought Embryo.

Mr. Tu's brow furrowed, a mixture of profound reverence and bewildered confusion washing over him. He glanced from the unconscious Yu Er to Mo Hua, who remained untouched atop the Divine Lord's head. In that fleeting moment, his heart lurched as if a profound understanding had dawned. His gaze, though chillingly cold, radiated a deep-seated terror as he fixed upon Mo Hua, accusingly demanding:

"You... are no mortal. What transgression have you committed against the Divine Lord?"

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed infinitesimally. Amidst the simulated thunder and lightning, his comprehension of Mr. Tu's reasoning came with lightning speed.

Mr. Tu perceived him as the Fierce God.

He viewed Yu Er as the manifestation of his Divine Lord!

A spark of inspiration ignited within Mo Hua, and a cold, sardonic smile curved his lips.

That laughter was a complex admixture: three parts chilling malice, three parts demonic allure, three parts divine gravitas, and finally, one part of pure, unadulterated innocence laced with playful mischief.

It was not the laughter of a mere mortal, but the cold, resonant peal of a 'divine being.'

Then, with a swift, ethereal movement, Mo Hua vanished from the Evil God's cranium. In the blink of an eye, he materialized beside the White Bone Throne.

Mo Hua's hand encircled Yu Er's neck. A mysterious, beatific smile graced his lips as he gazed down, his expression brimming with divine mockery, and addressed Mr. Tu:

"Your Divine Lord has indeed descended."

"Yet, He now resides within my grasp."

"The fate of His nascent fleshly form hangs entirely upon my whim..."

Mr. Tu clenched his jaw, uncertain of the truth and unwilling to act rashly. Only his heavy, piercing gaze remained as he posed his question to Mo Hua:

"Pray tell, what entity are you, truly?"

Mo Hua, withholding a direct answer, instead offered a cryptic smile that played upon his lips. He countered Mr. Tu's query with one of his own:

"Where did your esteemed Lord originate from?"

When deities impart wisdom, their words are but gentle whispers; the true understanding rests within the listener's own comprehension.

Mr. Tu's expression shifted subtly, his thoughts immediately turning to:

The Divine Lord originated from... the Abyssal Swamp nestled within the boundless Great Wilderness...

This formidable deity from Taixu Gate intentionally brought this up; could it imply that he, too, hails from the Barbaric Wilderness Abyssal Swamp, sharing the same origins as the Master of the Great Wilderness?

Mr. Tu's heart grew increasingly apprehensive as the possibility seemed more plausible with each passing thought.

Otherwise, why would this Fierce God obstruct the Divine Lord at every turn? And how could he be privy to the Divine Lord's intricate plans?

A sense of unease washed over Mr. Tu.

As a loyal servant who had received the Divine Lord's blessings, he typically felt little fear towards ordinary cultivators, even those from Heaven Void.

However, within the physical form of this mere Foundation Establishment youth resided a divine being.

Furthermore, it was a Fierce God intricately linked to the Divine Lord himself.

Mr. Tu's gaze towards Mo Hua became imbued with an added layer of reverence; even he hesitated to meet Mo Hua's eyes directly for too long.

His expression grew serious as he posed a question to Mo Hua: "What is your ultimate objective?"

Mo Hua's countenance remained impassive: "You are not worthy of such knowledge."

Those words resonated with undeniable divine authority, causing Mr. Tu to experience a momentary surge of inadequacy.