Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2385 Chapter 1087: The Eerie Smiling Face

Not only Elder Master Xun, but several Heaven Void Ancestors, those with an innate sense of causality from their study of the Heavenly Mechanism Skill, along with True Man Situ from Mystery Valley, all perceived something amiss. They turned their gazes afar, a shiver tracing their spines as their pupils quivered uncontrollably.

An ominous wave of a grand-scale "death omen" washed over them, instilling a profound dread that shook their very cores.

...

Within the heart of the Blood Sacrifice Array.

Mr. Tu, engrossed in a meticulous re-examination of the Blood Sacrifice Formation, was also struck by a sudden sense of unease.

He felt a gnawing premonition, accompanied by an icy chill that seemed to emanate from the deepest reaches of the Nine Nether.

Deeply unsettled, Mr. Tu’s brow furrowed.

The blood sacrifice had been consummated, the Divine Lord had been resurrected, and the formation was still actively functioning.

Despite minor imperfections and the fact that the Divine Lord had been "lured away."

Nevertheless, as long as a method to retrieve the Divine Lord existed, all would proceed according to the grand design.

Mr. Tu's countenance grew exceedingly grim, a lone question echoing in his mind: "Where precisely did things go awry, where..."

Abruptly, the threads of causality shifted, and the seemingly guileless yet cunning glint in Mo Hua’s eyes flickered through his consciousness.

Mr. Tu recoiled in surprise, his expression contorting in shock.

"Mo Hua?!"

In the entirety of this undertaking, the sole unpredictable element had been the young man named "Mo Hua," who served as the physical vessel for that malevolent Fierce God.

Yet, what could he possibly accomplish with his meager cultivation base?

Mr. Tu lowered his head, activating his Divine Sense to meticulously re-examine the formation’s pivot point, etched upon the bone of a Great Wilderness beast situated at the formation’s central eye.

Special attention was paid to the section of the formation pivot that Mo Hua himself had painted, which Mr. Tu scrutinized repeatedly.

"No issues detected..."

A sigh of relief escaped Mr. Tu, yet his brows knitted together even more tightly.

It was true that Mo Hua had precisely inscribed the Blood Sacrifice Formation pivot onto the ancient beast’s bones as instructed, without a single deviation.

He had already subjected these formations to a thorough inspection earlier and found no anomalies.

Now, after a second meticulous check, he still found nothing amiss.

Mr. Tu's expression turned as dark as a storm-laden sky.

The disquieting premonition intensified with each passing moment.

Logically, within the entirety of the Blood Sacrifice Array, there should be absolutely no one capable of interfering under his watchful gaze.

If such an individual existed, it could only be Mo Hua.

Mo Hua's Divine Sense, his innate talent and comprehension, coupled with the favor and blessings bestowed by the deities, even elicited envy from a Feather Transformation Realm Evil God Great Witch.

However, Mo Hua’s cultivation remained abysmally low, his Spiritual Root was inherently poor, and his physical body frail; existing solely within the Foundation Establishment Realm, all his capabilities were rendered insignificant.

The only skill that commanded admiration was his mastery of formations.

If he had indeed contrived some hidden ploy, subtly altered the Heavenly Mechanism's causality, and thereby influenced the grand design of the Evil Path, it could only have been achieved through his formations.

But the question remained: what intricate formation could Mo Hua possibly have laid?

What could he possibly have accomplished under the scrutiny of a Feathered Immortal Cultivator and a fourth-grade Formation Master?

Mr. Tu found the notion almost impossible to entertain.

Yet, after systematically eliminating all other improbable scenarios, the sole remaining thread of causality, regardless of how absurd it appeared, could not be dismissed.

Witnessing Mr. Tu's expression contort into one of terrifying grimness, Shangguan Wang inquired with a frown, "Mr. Tu, what troubles you..."

Among the assembled Feather Transformation cultivators, Shangguan Wang possessed the most selfish disposition and was the slowest to grasp the subtle shifts in the heavenly secrets.

The Feather Transformation Demon Heads hailing from Yin Corpse Valley and the Demon Sword Sect, though notoriously cruel and bloodthirsty, were, as denizens of the Demon Path accustomed to living by the edge of the blade, inherently suspicious. Even without a deep understanding of the Heavenly Mechanism, they could sense a palpable undercurrent of eerie apprehension.

It was as if some dreadful calamity was poised to unfold.

"Mr. Tu," the Feather Transformation cultivator from Yin Corpse Valley stated with a chilling tone, "clarify the situation at once."

Mr. Tu’s gaze remained fixed upon the formation meticulously drawn by Mo Hua, his expression veiled in gloom as he slowly shook his head. "I... I truly do not know either."

This simple admission sent a jolt of unease through the hearts of the three Evil Path Feather Transformation cultivators.

Had some subtle means been employed, undetected even by the cunning and sinister Mr. Tu?

A collective shadow fell upon everyone's faces.

Mr. Tu's own disquiet only deepened.

He could almost discern a faint ticking sound near his ear, as if some unseen force was engaged in a relentless countdown.

A countdown?

Mr. Tu froze, the current predicament suddenly conjuring a bizarre and unsettling hallucination.

It felt as though an unseen "instructor" had presented him with a timed examination, a paper filled with questions he was compelled to answer within a strict deadline.

Failure to complete the task within the allotted time meant this instructor would "tear up the paper," rendering all his diligently amassed achievements and his "grand schemes" utterly futile.

The central issue, however, was the whereabouts of the test paper.

This cunning and shameless instructor had actually concealed it from him?

Without even a glimpse of the paper, how was he expected to complete the examination?

A cold dread washed over Mr. Tu.

Time relentlessly marched forward, each passing second echoing like a thunderous drumbeat against Mr. Tu's anxious heart. He felt akin to a student facing a live examination, utterly incapable of answering the questions, or even locating them, engulfed by a rising tide of unease.

Observing his distress, the Feather Transformation figure from Yin Corpse Valley furrowed his brow and inquired, "Mr. Tu, could it be that you have been misled?"

"No..." Mr. Tu vehemently shook his head.

Words, texts, expressions, and actions are all susceptible to deception. However, the instinct of causality often remains unswayed.

His premonition, he felt, could not possibly be mistaken.

Yet, the notion of being deceived lingered.

An unintended utterance, a deliberately absorbed statement.

A sudden realization dawned upon Mr. Tu.

Deception!

Mo Hua was employing formations to "trick" him!

In other words, the formation he had meticulously drawn was merely a fabrication?

Mr. Tu immediately stooped, his face drawing close to the Formation Patterns, scrutinizing every single stroke of the formation Mo Hua had inscribed. At last, enlightenment struck him.

"It's a sham! All of it is fake!"

But why? Why would it be fake?

Mr. Tu's thoughts swirled rapidly. He abruptly recalled his own words to Mo Hua:

"Mystery Formations are designed for Formation Masters to discern reality from illusion..."