Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2375 - 1084: Holding the Emperor Hostage

"Four Feather Transformations... What course of action should we take?"

Mo Hua’s mind raced, processing the unexpected turn of events.

Dealing solely with Mr. Tu presented a manageable challenge; Mo Hua could have exploited his understanding of Mr. Tu’s disposition, leveraging the latter’s loyalty to the "Master of the Great Wilderness," his bewilderment, and a touch of Devil Planting in the Dao Heart to subtly manipulate him.

However, the arrival of three additional Feather Transformations dramatically escalated the peril.

A traitor from the Shangguan Family, formerly a formidable Elder, a Corpse Demon from the Yin Corpse Valley renowned for nurturing Golden Corpses, and a Featherization Old Demon hailing from the Demon Sword Sect—the intricacies of the situation had suddenly morphed into a significantly more complex and perilous predicament.

Mo Hua’s eyes narrowed slightly. Employing his Divine Sense to meticulously control his facial expression, he maintained a semblance of composure while desperately devising words of 'persuasion'.

Concurrently, as Shangguan Wang and his companions entered the grand hall, their pupils instantly contracted, their expressions darkening with grim realization.

Within the hall, a scene of carnage unfolded, with blood splattered like dark ink.

Golden Core demons from various sects lay dead or grievously wounded, engaged in a gruesome spectacle of mutual slaughter, devouring each other in their final moments—a truly wretched tableau.

The unmistakable mark of a ruthless "Great Demon" was evident in the destruction.

The Feather Transformation expert from the Yin Corpse Valley displayed immediate cold fury, suppressing his rage as his eyes, filled with a chilling, silent killing intent, fixated on Mr. Tu.

"Mr. Tu... it has only been a few hours, and yet all my Golden Core disciples from the Yin Corpse Valley have met a tragically untimely end?"

"Would you not care to offer me an explanation?"

His palpable anger and murderous intent resonated with the golden coffin beside him, causing a potent wave of Corpse Qi to emanate outwards, accompanied by the unnerving scraping sound of the Golden Corpse within, clawing at the confines of its resting place.

Meanwhile, the Featherization Old Demon from the Demon Sword Sect also unfurled his Demon Sword, its murderous aura locking onto Mr. Tu as he sneered.

"Raising Sword Slave disciples for my Demon Sword Sect is no easy feat, particularly those at the Golden Core stage. Now, not a single one remains. Mr. Tu, do you not also owe me an explanation?"

Shangguan Wang observed the unfolding scene with an impassive gaze.

Having become a traitor and now severed from the Demon Gate and his disciples, this conflict was no longer his concern, and he harbored no desire for involvement.

Mr. Tu’s complexion also mirrored the grimness of the situation.

It was evident he too had been ensnared in a plot; the ritual was thwarted, his Soul Lamp extinguished, and his physical form nearly consumed. Yet, now, these calamitous events were being unjustly laid at his feet.

"The demise of these Demon Cultivators bears no relation to me," Mr. Tu declared with icy finality.

The Feather Transformation expert from Yin Corpse Valley scoffed, clearly disinclined to accept Mr. Tu’s solitary testimony.

The Golden Corpse within the golden coffin began to emit an excited howl, poised to break free from its confinement.

The Featherization Old Demon from the Demon Sword Sect, likewise, unsealed his Sword Box, from which the Demon Sword sprouted unnerving black eyeballs.

They stood poised to strike down Mr. Tu.

Mr. Tu’s brow furrowed deeply in concentration.

Under normal circumstances, he would not harbor apprehension towards these two Old Demons. However, in his current state—his Divine Thought countered, his body compromised, and his Vital Energy severely depleted—he was by no means certain he could overcome these two Featherization Old Demons.

Furthermore, the most formidable obstacle at this moment was not these two Demon Path Feather Transformations, but rather...

Mr. Tu’s tone softened slightly as he patiently elaborated:

"The ritual contained a fundamental flaw, and I myself was subjected to an ambush. The deaths of these fellow Demon Cultivators were not perpetrated by my actions; the true perpetrator is another..."

"Who?"

Mr. Tu gestured upwards, towards the apex of the altar, where Mo Hua, holding Yu Er by the neck, was perched upon the White Bone Throne.

Shangguan Wang, the Corpse Demon from Yin Corpse Valley, and the Old Demon from the Demon Sword Sect—these three Feather Transformations, their gazes now directed towards Mo Hua, their pupils contracting, their expressions a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

Shangguan Wang’s gaze held a sinister glint, tinged with a discernible trace of avarice as he looked upon Yu Er.

The Featherization Old Demons from the Yin Corpse Valley and the Demon Sword Sect, however, wore expressions of deep frowns, their minds awash with internal bewilderment.

Matters pertaining to the Evil God were notoriously enigmatic and profound. Even as Feather Transformations, their understanding of such complexities was far from complete.

And the scene now before them only deepened their puzzlement.

This young individual, identified as "Mo Hua," was not entirely unfamiliar to them.

They recognized his background; he was the Formation Leader of the Taixu Gate—a figure possessing a notably weak Spiritual Root, yet wielding an astonishing proficiency in Formations, an exceptionally peculiar "genius."

But herein lay the crux of their confusion.

Wasn’t this very individual subdued by Mr. Tu earlier?

Why, then, was he now appearing in this pivotal location?

How could Mr. Tu, a respected Great Demon of the Feather Transformation stage and a Great Witch of the Evil God, be incapable of subduing a mere brat in the Foundation Establishment Stage?

Moreover, the question lingered: by what means had he managed to ascend to the altar itself?

Is this not the sacred ground of the Evil God? For ordinary mortals, simply stepping into this hallowed area would result in the loss of their Divine Soul, or worse, their bodies would disintegrate entirely – experiences witnessed firsthand.

Most bewildering of all, how could he possibly be gripping the neck of that young master from the Shangguan Family?

While they didn't fully comprehend the intricacies of this Wild Heaven Blood Sacrifice, they weren't entirely clueless either.

The young master from the Shangguan Family was designated as the "Divine Fetus" for the Great Wilderness God's grand descent.

Just a few hours prior, they had indeed perceived an immensely potent and malevolent Divine Thought fluctuation, so terrifying that even those at the Feather Transformations realm felt a chilling apprehension.

It was clear that, following meticulous planning and immense bloodshed, the Great Wilderness God Master had successfully emerged into this world.

Consequently, this young master from the Shangguan Family served as the physical vessel for the Great Wilderness God Master's descent, making him the current "Divine Lord" in corporeal form.

Yet here stood a youth in the Foundation Establishment Realm, strangling the "Divine Lord" of the Great Wilderness.

What... could this possibly signify?

The Divine Lord of the Great Wilderness, held captive?

Could someone be leveraging the Divine Lord of the Great Wilderness to exert pressure on Mr. Tu?

As this notion surfaced, the two Elder Demons from Yin Corpse Valley and the Demon Sword Sect found the idea utterly inconceivable.

The atmosphere immediately turned fraught with tension and complexity.

The Elder Demon from Yin Corpse Valley narrowed his eyes, directing his question to Mo Hua: "Did you orchestrate the demise of my Yin Corpse Valley disciples and all these assembled Golden Core Demon Cultivators?"

Mo Hua offered a slight smile, responding, "You should perhaps direct that inquiry to Mr. Tu..."