The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2290: Mr. Tu
Previously on The Quest for Immortality...
"The Formation is vast and profound, with so much more for me to discover..."
"That means I can grow far stronger still..."
Gazing at the majestic and imposing Large Formation ahead, Mo Hua sensed his battle intent surging back to life.
Diving right in without delay, he focused on the Second Grade Formation Pivot portion that was easiest to grasp, breaking it down meticulously, probing into this Quasi-Third Grade Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation...
The Third Grade sections eluded his full comprehension.
Yet Mo Hua managed to understand seventy to eighty percent of the Second Grade Formation Pivot, leveraging those insights to infer the setup and purpose of the Third Grade Formation Pivot.
Viewing it through a Formation Master's eyes, he tackled the intricate Formation as a whole, seizing its overarching logic of construction.
Before long, Mo Hua plunged deeply into the Large Formation.
His accumulated knowledge swelled richer by the moment, while his realizations deepened tremendously.
Yet the deeper his learning delved, the more his knowledge seemed lacking.Greater understanding only highlighted how superficial his grasp truly was.
This sensation was precisely what Mo Hua craved.
Praise from others or the lofty title of Formation Leader might breed arrogance, trapping him in complacency and halting his progress.
Such things held no value for him.
True fulfillment lay in an unending craving for Formations, a relentless pursuit of the Great Dao's formation principles.
By perpetually recognizing his own ignorance and superficiality, he could keep advancing ceaselessly, chasing his "Dao" without end...
Time drifted onward quietly.
Enthralled by the Large Formation's study, Mo Hua's epiphanies multiplied rapidly, nearly causing him to lose all sense of self.
Unsure how long had elapsed, a sudden chill crept up his spine, and the room's warmth plummeted sharply.
Withdrawing his Divine Sense from the formation pivot, he spun around to see a tall, icy figure who had appeared silently behind him, exuding a horrifying aura and bottomless cultivation laced with potent Evil God essence.
Mr. Tu...
The atmosphere turned rigid in an instant.
Mo Hua craned his neck upward to meet Mr. Tu's gaze.
Mr. Tu lowered his head to stare back at Mo Hua.
Their eyes locked for what felt like ages; finally, Mr. Tu broke the silence, his voice echoing like a nocturnal owl's cry:
"Can you understand?"
Mo Hua shook his head candidly and answered:
"It's too tough; I can't fully get it..."
Mr. Tu's pallid pupils narrowed faintly.
He shifted his attention to the decapitated corpse in the chamber, then unleashed a frigid Divine Sense that swept across Yanluo Mountain; his face hardened instantly as he fixed Mo Hua with a glare and demanded:
"Where are the Evil Formation Masters I nurtured?"
Mo Hua muttered, "Looks like... they're all gone..."
Mr. Tu's eyes burst with crimson veins, writhing like invading parasites.
Mo Hua's heart jolted; he hurriedly waved his hands and explained:
"It has nothing to do with me—the Taoist Court handled it!"
"Uncle Gu from the Taoist Court stormed Yanluo Mountain, slaughtering every Evil Formation Master!"
Mo Hua pinned all the blame squarely on Gu Changhuai.
Bloody Qi roiled fiercely around Mr. Tu, his tone rumbling like a savage Monster Beast.
"Gu Changhuai—"
Several Golden Core Evil Formation Masters had indeed met their end with limbs severed by Wind Blades, unmistakably Gu Changhuai's handiwork.
The rest of the Evil Formation Masters went without saying.
Even if Gu Changhuai hadn't struck personally, the Taoist Court had finished them off.
"This Gu Changhuai keeps thwarting my schemes over and over; if I hadn't held back, I would have crushed him no matter the price..."
Mr. Tu pondered inwardly.
Though puzzled by how Gu Changhuai orchestrated it all—shattering the formation's seal, infiltrating the valley, eliminating the Evil Path Formation Masters he had so carefully groomed, and freeing the sacrifices—
Recalling Gu Changhuai as the "Tai Xu Vicious God's" chosen servant, Mr. Tu pieced it together.
A Fierce God's select agent naturally possessed unparalleled talents, cunning, and prowess unattainable by mere mortals.
Accomplishing the impossible came as no shock.
Besides, Gu Changhuai had long clashed with the Divine Lord, proving a formidable adversary from the outset.
Still, the annihilation of his cultivated Formation Masters stung bitterly.
Most of the captured heavenly genius offerings had slipped away.
Mr. Tu's visage darkened ominously, his features twisting savagely before a pair of blood-veined eyes locked onto Mo Hua.
When it came to disruption, this Taixu Gate Formation Leader bore equal guilt.
Without his interference, there'd have been no rush to activate the Blood Sacrifice Array prematurely.
Numerous prior setbacks bore the fingerprints of this "Mo Hua" youth...
The lingering scars from the Divine Lord's punishments—torn flesh and shattered Divine Thought—began pulsing with fresh agony.
Unbridled killing intent flickered in Mr. Tu's eyes.
Sensing the lethal hostility, Mo Hua composed himself gravely and declared:
"Great endeavors demand composure. Master your feelings, avoid letting fleeting rage cloud your judgment, or everything will collapse."
Mr. Tu's chest heaved tightly, his expression contorting further.
A beat later, he pierced Mo Hua with a piercing stare and questioned, "Do you know who I am?"
Mo Hua denied it with a shake of his head, "You're nothing but a Heretical Demon; why should I bother learning your name?"
Mr. Tu sneered coldly, "Are you really not afraid I'll end you right here?"
Mo Hua retorted steadfastly, "You wouldn't dare!"
"Why not?"
Mo Hua scoffed contemptuously, "I'm Taixu Gate's Formation Leader, shielded by our Patriarch. Taoist Court forces lurk close by; best you leave quietly—I'll act like you were never here. Harm me, though, and our Patriarch will hunt you down to utter destruction."
Despite Mo Hua's bold and confrontational words, Mr. Tu harbored no skepticism.