Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2431 Chapter 1102: Leaving the Sect

Mo Hua reduced the Little Faceless Celestial Demon to "mincemeat"!

Yet, in the very next moment, an obscure, dark demonic thought and flesh began to writhe, reforming its shape. From its featureless face, a sharp, distorted voice shrieked at Mo Hua, "What are you?!"

Mo Hua remained silent. He simply grasped the demon by its throat, slammed it onto the ground, and once more used the Godslaying Sword to mince it into pieces.

The Little Faceless Celestial Demon reconstituted itself from the scattered remains. Despite having no eyes, nose, or mouth, its visage clearly radiated fury.

These Faceless Celestial Demons were creatures of no features, no form, and purported to be emotionless. Anguish or rage would typically only surface when faced with a truly preposterous situation.

They had always been the manipulators of mortal hearts, never before had anyone treated them as mere clay, to be wantonly molded and destroyed.

The Little Faceless Celestial Demon uttered with icy resolve, "What exactly are you...?"

But its voice was abruptly cut short as its throat was seized once more.

Mo Hua’s actions were executed with astonishing speed. His strength was overwhelming, his presence utterly commanding as he gripped the Little Faceless Demon’s neck as if holding a mere phantom. He repeated his earlier maneuver, smashing the demon into the ground and reducing it to a pulpy mess with his sword.

This marked the third time.

Yet, even after being rent apart thrice, the Little Faceless Celestial Demon was not destroyed, writhing back into its original form yet again.

A slight frown creased Mo Hua’s brow. "It cannot be killed?"

On the blank visage of the Little Faceless Celestial Demon, indentations that resembled a mouth moved, saying, "With your current cultivation level, you believe you can slay me?"

The creature known as the "Little Faceless" demon was not particularly destructive but possessed formidable parasitic capabilities. Consequently, Mo Hua's ability to repel evil naturally held it in check.

However, being an "upper-class demon" of a higher standing meant that while the Godslaying Sword could wound it, it could not deliver a killing blow. Mo Hua, likewise, found himself unable to truly vanquish it.

"Enough…"

Mo Hua let out a sigh, his gaze fixed intently on the Little Faceless Celestial Demon. Subconsciously, his lips parted slightly.

A premonition washed over the Little Faceless Celestial Demon, causing its entire form to tremble.

"You… what do you intend to do?"

Before the demon could utter another word, a flash of golden light from Mo Hua saw him materialize directly before it. With his bare hands, he tore the creature asunder. Then, right before the astonished eyes of Patriarch Dugu, he unceremoniously gulped the entire Faceless Celestial Demon down his throat.

This act could only be described as savagely bizarre.

Patriarch Dugu felt a chill run down his spine as he witnessed the spectacle.

He could fathom, however vaguely, a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Realm wielding the Godslaying Sword and vanquishing a Heavenly Demon.

But a disciple at the Foundation Establishment stage, in full view of him, voraciously devouring a Little Faceless Celestial Demon alive…

In his long lifetime, Patriarch Dugu had weathered countless storms and witnessed innumerable scenes of carnage and the utterly bizarre. Yet, he had never, in all his years, encountered such a brazen and profoundly inhuman act…

With that, the immediate danger subsided.

The formidable Thousand-faced and Hundred-faced Heavenly Demons had been intercepted and slain by Patriarch Dugu.

The peculiar Little Faceless Celestial Demon had been consumed by Mo Hua.

The demonic presence abruptly faded, and the surroundings gradually returned to their normal state.

The dreamlike atmosphere, simultaneously tangible and illusory, dissipated.

Within the vast expanse of the Sword Tomb, only Patriarch Dugu and Mo Hua remained.

Patriarch Dugu’s gaze locked onto Mo Hua, sharp as a blade. He inquired sternly, "Who exactly… are you?"

Mo Hua offered a respectful bow to Patriarch Dugu. "Disciple Mo Hua."

Suspicion flickered in Patriarch Dugu’s eyes. His demeanor remained vigilant, a subtle glint of fierce killing intent concealed within his gaze.

Mo Hua bowed once more, formally reintroducing himself to Patriarch Dugu.

"Disciple Mo Hua. Originally a Loose Cultivator, I am now a disciple of the Taixu Gate. I entered the Tai Xu Mountain Gate nine years ago. Among my peers, I am known as 'Junior Brother', and I also serve as the Formation Instructor."

"I was favored by Elder Master Xun, who personally instructed me in the art of formations."

"My cultivation path centers on Divine Thought, cultivating Divine Sense to prove the Dao, and comprehending formations as a means to seek immortality."

"Furthermore, I have twice served as the Formation Leader at Qianxue."

"At this session's Sword Discussion Conference, alongside my fellow disciples from Taixu, we surpassed the Four Great Sects, securing first place in the sword discussion."

"Currently, the Taixu Gate, Tai'a, Chongxu, and the Three Mountains have merged, establishing the foremost Great Sect within the Qian Learning State Boundary…"

Mo Hua's words flowed with clarity, his tone neither subservient nor arrogant—he possessed an air of poised dignity.

His expression was earnest, his divine sense steady, making it evident he spoke no falsehoods.

Patriarch Dugu’s heart was profoundly shaken.

He had never imagined that the disciple he had randomly selected to cultivate the divine thought into a sword would possess such formidable abilities.

A junior brother from Taixu Gate, personally instructed by Junior Xun in formations.

He had served as the Formation Leader twice.

Regardless of other factors, it was undeniable that he displayed astonishing talent in formations.

Furthermore...

"The premier Great Sect within the Qian Learning State Boundary..."

Once just the last among the Eight Great Gates, Taixu Gate had now ascended to become the foremost Great Sect in the Qian Learning State Boundary...

Patriarch Dugu found this development incredible, experiencing a complex surge of both melancholy and excitement.

"Very well..."

Patriarch Dugu let out a deep sigh. His gaze shifted back to Mo Hua, the earlier suspicion receding, replaced by a much gentler demeanor.

A prodigy sent from the heavens naturally possesses extraordinary qualities, capable of achieving what ordinary individuals deem impossible.

And to be held in such high esteem by fellow disciples, reverently addressed as "Junior Brother," to have earned the title of Formation Leader twice for the sect, and to secure first place in the sword discussion—these achievements clearly demonstrate a profound bond and immense dedication to the sect.

Patriarch Dugu then posed a question to Mo Hua: "With the void rift now open, what compelled you to enter?"

Mo Hua gazed intently at Patriarch Dugu's aged countenance, sighed inwardly, bowed, and replied, "Disciple's cultivation period is nearing its end. I depart tomorrow. Before leaving, I wished to meet you, to express my gratitude for your kindness in teaching sword techniques and imparting the Dao."

Patriarch Dugu's eyes reflected Mo Hua's respectful and courteous figure. A sense of pure camaraderie stirred within him, his heart trembling slightly, causing his aged gaze to soften even further.

"My time is drawing short; you should depart now," Patriarch Dugu said softly.

Mo Hua appeared slightly taken aback. "Patriarch, you…"

Patriarch Dugu sighed again. "I am the one holding back the Heavenly Demons, and simultaneously, the first to be tainted by them..."

"I must completely seal this Sword Tomb, along with my consciousness, ensuring that no one can enter henceforth, nor can any Heavenly Demon escape."