The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2292: Shangguan Wang

Mo Hua ventured into the demon monster's gaping maw, stepping into the passageway.

The walls along both sides were made entirely of quivering flesh, laced with blood threads in chaotic patterns, reeking of foul stench mingled with the murderous karma from the countless lives whose flesh had forged it.

Mo Hua let out a silent sigh.

This fleshy tunnel linked the earth veins, connecting to different parts of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation. Apparently, only Mr. Tu, the Evil Path's master formation expert, could come and go freely with his secret methods.

Guided by Mr. Tu, Mo Hua traversed endless blood-red environs, pressing deeper into the Blood Sacrifice Array.

After an unknown stretch of time, a dim glow emerged in front.

Raising his gaze, Mo Hua spotted yet another formation pivot stone wall adorned with blood-red evil patterns like goat horns, exuding a sacred yet ferocious aura.

These goat horn evil patterns appeared far more intricate.

Mr. Tu bowed respectfully to the goat horn evil patterns, then performed his technique once more, his fingertips morphing into blood threads that penetrated the stone wall and fused with the evil patterns.

The stone wall shifted, turning into a fleshy maw that parted once again, exposing a new passage.

Mr. Tu glanced back at Mo Hua, his eyes icy cold:

"Remember, obey me. I won’t kill you, but if you act recklessly, no one can save you."

Mo Hua nodded: "As long as you don’t kill me."

With those words, Mr. Tu's complexion drained to a ghostly pallor, his lithe form resembling a demon monster as he bowed slightly and passed through the demon monster’s exit.

Mo Hua trailed after, emerging from the flesh tunnel.

In that moment, biting chill assaulted him, gales roared wildly, and chaotic din erupted; Mo Hua lifted his head, utterly shocked and frozen in place.

Before his eyes loomed a colossal Evil Path edifice still under construction.

Enormous evil spiritual machines burrowed into the mountain, relentlessly expanding outward.

Somber and foreboding palaces, pavilions, towers, and chambers rose in orderly arrays.

Myriad evil cultivators and demon cultivators swarmed like ants throughout.

At the heart stood the tallest hall, its beams crafted from demon bones, eaves shaped like goat horns, encircled by countless grotesque demon monster statues in kneeling obeisance to a towering evil god idol.

The Great Wilderness Evil God Statue.

This was unmistakably a sprawling, awe-inspiring evil god temple, brimming with fanatical faith, poised to host the evil god's true advent.

The stronger the "divine sign," the more readily it kindles devotion.

Even Mo Hua, beholding this immense evil god statue—though incomplete and lacking the god's descent—felt a fleeting impulse to "worship."

Luckily, the notion dissipated instantly.

In life, one reveres heaven, earth, and parents. This Great Wilderness Evil God hardly merited his prostration.

Mr. Tu pressed on ahead of Mo Hua, yet his side vision and divine sense stayed fixed on him, detecting the ripple in Mo Hua’s mind upon viewing the statue.

This was mere mortal instinct.

Yet the ripple endured only an instant, vanishing like a pebble dropped into an abyssal pool without a trace.

Mo Hua’s limpid eyes regarded the statue as though it were a mere "lifeless thing."

Mr. Tu’s pupils constricted, his expression growing ever more grim.

The pair advanced into the evil god temple, weaving past assorted eerie and macabre artifacts, until they reached a majestic hall and came face to face with someone.

This man possessed profound cultivation, stern features etched with deep lines of authority, his Taoist robes clashing oddly amid the evil god temple.

Mo Hua recognized the man as well.

Shangguan Wang...

Elder of the Feather Transformation Realm from the fifth grade Tao Cultivation aristocratic family, the Shangguan Family, a figure of immense influence who had nearly claimed the family head position.

He was the very one who had kidnapped Yu Er.

Mo Hua’s eyes narrowed, confirming his suspicion: this old schemer, lurking deep within the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation inside the evil god temple, had evidently fallen under the Great Wilderness Evil God’s sway, conspiring with Mr. Tu.

Yet Mo Hua remained perplexed.

For a fifth grade Qianxue family, an Elder of the Feather Transformation Realm with vast authority was no small feat.

What enticements had Mr. Tu—or rather, the Great Wilderness Evil God—dangled before Shangguan Wang to make him forsake it all and embrace the darkness?

As Mo Hua eyed Shangguan Wang, the latter spotted him too, a flicker of emotion crossing his rigid, aloof face.

"Is it you?"

Mo Hua nodded, "It’s me."

Shangguan Wang turned to Mr. Tu, his voice frigid: "What is the meaning of this? Why bring this boy?"

Mr. Tu answered deferentially: "It is a blessing from the Divine Lord."

Shangguan Wang furrowed his brow, pondered briefly, then said coldly: "Kill this boy."

Mo Hua edged slightly behind Mr. Tu.

Mr. Tu shook his head, "This one cannot be killed."

Shangguan Wang replied slowly: "Mr. Tu, don’t say I didn’t warn you—this boy is rather peculiar. Keeping him alive risks capsizing the ship."

Mo Hua’s face betrayed annoyance, inwardly scoffing: how dare you heretics label me, a righteous cultivator of the orthodox path, as "peculiar"?

Mr. Tu stayed unmoved: "Not to be killed."

Shangguan Wang fixed Mo Hua with a venomous glare but held his tongue; despite his lofty Feather Transformation status, he plainly lacked the power to overrule Mr. Tu.

Mr. Tu addressed Mo Hua: "You’ll remain awhile in this sanctum blessed by the Divine Lord. I’ve secured a spot for you—follow me."

"Oh." Mo Hua nodded.

Mr. Tu strode toward the right side of the grand hall.

Mo Hua stuck close behind Mr. Tu, sparing Shangguan Wang not a glance.

But Shangguan Wang’s stare bored into Mo Hua, his authoritative features creased tightly, his look profoundly severe.