The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2297: Great Wilderness Sacred Artifact (3)

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Previously on The Quest for Immortality...
Mr. Tu presented Mo Hua with an ancient bone circlet, a supreme treasure of the Great Wilderness Clan. Reluctantly, Mo Hua donned it, only for the relic to embed into his skull, suppressing his Sea of Consciousness, Divine Sense, and divinity. Mr. Tu thereby confirmed his suspicions that Mo Hua hosts a Fierce God, the enemy of their Divine Lord, leaving Mo Hua sealed and powerless.

All he possessed was bestowed upon him by the "deity" residing within him.

This deity bestowed talent upon him, comprehension as well, and mighty Divine Sense too.

Thanks to this Divine Sense loaned from the deity, he grew strong enough to attain Super Rank, reach Foundation Building Middle Stage in cultivation, overcome a horde of Formation prodigies, and seize the Qianxue Array Dao Leader title through a freakishly "monstrous" display.

His every Taoist Skill, movement art, and Formation relied entirely on Divine Sense, drawing power from the deity inside him.

Within the brutal Great Wilderness Prison, impervious to all evils, he slumbered soundly, shielded by the deity, utterly fearless.

Truly shocking that such divine favor existed in this world, stirring even Mr. Tu to burning jealousy.

Yet that was the extent of it.

Like Mr. Tu himself, this youth's current possessions stemmed solely from "divine blessing."

With divine blessing, he shone as Qianxue's prodigy, the Formation Leader.

Without divine blessing, he would expose his real nature—a mere Loose Cultivator from a rundown backwater, plagued by inferior Spiritual Root and frail body, handsome face aside, utterly worthless.

And as Mr. Tu foresaw, Mo Hua's Sea of Consciousness stood sealed, his link to the "deity" severed, bereft of backing, his face etched with fear and unrest, no hint of composure left.

Mr. Tu kept his expression neutral, yet clutching Mo Hua filled him with deep glee.

With the Great Wilderness sacred relic suppressing Divine Sense, he felt far more secure now.

"Come with me, I'll show you a place..."

Mr. Tu told Mo Hua, then pointed a pallid finger, activated a blood Pattern, unlocked the prison gate, and strode away.

Mo Hua paled, paused briefly, then let out a helpless sigh and trailed after Mr. Tu.

Exiting the Great Wilderness Prison, they climbed the stairs, heading straight into the Evil God’s Divine Temple, pressing onward.

En route, Mo Hua refused to yield, whispering:

"Mr. Tu, what did you exactly put on me?"

"What's this White Bone Tight Hoop meant for?"

"Where are you leading me?"

Yet Mr. Tu's lean frame, akin to a Demon Monster, advanced silently without reply.

Mo Hua smartly fell quiet, sighing once more in defeat.

He resembled a punctured balloon, arrogance fully drained.

Thus, the pair pressed on, weaving past bone arches and wooden rafters, Demon Monster carvings, ascending icy rigid steps higher up, where chill deepened, the Divine Temple loomed ever grander, the Evil God idol towered more imposing and malevolent, while the Demon Monster Evil Cultivators below shrank to ant-like specks...

At last, Mo Hua trailed Mr. Tu to the summit hall of the temple.

This hall rose imposing and severe, its doors firmly shut.

Atop the entrance hung a massive White Bone sheep’s head, empty sockets glaring down at puny Mo Hua.

Mo Hua spared it a casual glance, but Mr. Tu ahead showed utmost reverence.

He bowed deeply to the White Bone sheep’s head, murmured incantations, then thrust the doors wide.

The colossal portals creaked open.

Icy gusts howled forth, thick acrid blood stench billowed from inside, mingled with frenzied thrashing cries and bellows.

Mo Hua peered in, pupils quivering faintly.

Shockingly, the hall brimmed with seated figures, packed tight, every one a high-cultivation powerhouse wrapped in bloody auras, brimming with Demonic Qi—these were Demon Heads, all at minimum Golden Core realm.

A long-forgotten phrase flashed in Mo Hua’s mind:

Ten Thousand Demons Gathering.

Mo Hua's gaze tightened.

"To think this is... a Ten Thousand Demons Gathering..."

Per Demon Path customs, when myriad slayer Demon Heads of great power convened for grave aims, it was dubbed a "Ten Thousand Demons Gathering."

This rite bore immense weight; amid Demon Path's waning, only earth-shaking matters could summon such throngs of Demon Cultivators.

Mo Hua had joined one such gathering before.

In Dali Mountain State borderlands, beyond Li State City at Dry Wood Cliff, within the Demon Palace hovering in the Illusion Array.

His uncle Gui Tao's followers had once escorted him to a "Ten Thousand Demons Gathering" plotting his master's siege.

Incredibly, Mr. Tu now dragged him into this Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation for a "Ten Thousand Demons Gathering" teeming with Demon Heads...

The sight felt eerily familiar.

Mo Hua abruptly sensed time's relentless flow, as though from another lifetime.

But this time, no uncle stood by—only he remained, solitary.