The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2298: Ten Thousand Demons Gathering

As Mo Hua trailed Mr. Tu into the Ten Thousand Demon Hall, innumerable frenzied and malevolent stares from the demon cultivators instantly locked onto them.

The majority had their eyes fixed on Mr. Tu.

Yet numerous demon cultivators directed their gazes toward Mo Hua.

Shock flickered across the faces of countless demon cultivators.

They couldn’t comprehend why Mr. Tu brought along such an peculiar and exceptional youth.

Mo Hua boasted striking looks, clad in the Taoist robe of a righteous sect that emanated a pristine and ethereal presence, but an ancient bone-tied crown rested on his forehead, lending a savage, untamed allure, portraying him as a fusion of virtue and liberty, sophistication and ferocity—his demeanor exceptionally distinctive, evoking a righteous noble heir intertwined with a wild saint successor.

Speculation about Mo Hua’s background swept through the assembly, plunging the hall into hush.

Mr. Tu guided Mo Hua to the elevated main seat in the hall and settled in.

With no chair for him, Mo Hua stood assuredly at Mr. Tu’s side.

A monk adorned with a skull necklace seemed to discern something, his eyes bulging as he spoke deliberately:

"Mr. Tu...could this boy be..."

Mr. Tu nodded, "His name is Mo Hua."

These words ignited an uproar in the hall.

"Mo Hua!"

"Genius of the Eight Great Gates, Leader of Qianxue’s Formation Path, Crown Prince of Taixu Gate..."

"So it’s this evildoer!"

"Did Mr. Tu actually capture this person too? Truly remarkable skills."

...

Mo Hua felt somewhat dazed; he was unaware of when his fame had ballooned to such extents. Every Golden Core demon cultivator appeared acquainted with his renowned name, their faces alight with fervor upon seeing him.

Still, their ’fervor’ carried no positive intent.

"This boy is too monstrous, we should kill him," a demon cultivator declared.

"The day of the sword discussion, I was among the crowd disguised with human skin, and I saw with my own eyes, this boy’s array techniques were truly terrifying."

"If we spare his life, he will surely become a major threat over time."

"It would be such a waste to kill him, why not eat him alive? I’ve eaten all kinds of people in my life, but I’ve never tasted the ’human flesh’ of this Qianxue genius."

A seductive red-clad female demon, with alluring features and vivid crimson lips, covered her mouth in laughter, "You boorish men, so unromantic, such a handsome boy, it’s such a pity to kill and eat him, why not let him follow me and experience endless passion, it wouldn’t be a wasted life."

A black-robed demon cultivator sneered, "Rather be killed than end up in your Hehuan Sect’s chambers."

"This boy’s delicate, he wouldn’t withstand your torment."

The enchanting red-clad female cultivator paid him no mind, her gaze locked on Mo Hua’s features, as she licked her scarlet lips, eyes gleaming with desire:

"Someone with such good looks, how could I bear to torment him? I would cherish him, even let him replenish me, to strengthen my body."

In this realm, handsome men abound not.

Yet one like Mo Hua—pure and tender, bearing a heavenly visage—is exceedingly scarce.

Moreover, his vibrant human essence, solemn divine grace, and subtle forbidden demonic edge rendered him indelible in memory.

Ordinary folk might overlook it, but this Hehuan Sect red-clad female cultivator, versed in myriad faces, recognized instantly that such peerless beauty marked the apex for Hehuan arts; ideal for the Dao of Love or Dao of Desire, a heaven-sent boon.

This red-clad female cultivator burned with longing.

Nearby demon cultivators merely offered cold sneers.

The hall buzzed chaotically until Mr. Tu’s eyes flashed sharply, "Silence."

These wild and defiant demon cultivators fell quiet under his order.

As a Feather Transformation Demon Head and emissary of the Evil God, Mr. Tu commanded immense authority.

The clamor in the hall faded away.

Mr. Tu declared solemnly: "Before the revival of the Divine Lord, this boy must not be coveted, harmed, or violated, otherwise it will be considered defiance against the Divine Lord."

The demon heads present grew wary.

With Mr. Tu’s decree, they reined in their urges, burying any persistent ones deep, afraid to show them.

Mo Hua’s commotion died down; from his lofty perch, Mr. Tu scanned the hall and gave a faint nod:

"The Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Gathering of Ten Thousand Demons, begins now..."

Under Mr. Tu’s lead, the demon heads delved into details of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation.

They addressed grave matters.

Mo Hua remained at the side, listening quietly.

His sea of consciousness sealed by Mr. Tu, his movements curtailed, encircled by demon heads within this vast Evil God Temple, he could raise no disturbance.

Mr. Tu simply kept the boy close beside him, always within his watchful gaze, yet paid him no further attention.

Mo Hua behaved with perfect 'obedience,' standing silently at Mr. Tu's side. He listened as the demon leaders updated on the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation's progress, using their words to sharpen his mental grasp and blueprint of the Blood Sacrifice Array.

At the same time, he closely noted the histories and roots of all the demon heads gathered there.

Much to Mo Hua's astonishment, these demon heads came from wildly varied factions, including many renowned Demon Gates he'd heard tales of before.

Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, Blood Refining Sect.

These two demon sects played pivotal roles in the blood sacrifice scheme.

Demon Valley's layout in Refining Demon Mountain stemmed directly from the mighty demon sect, Ten Thousand Demon Mountain.

The vampiric arts of Yanluo Mountain Demon Sect originated from the ancient demon gate, Blood Refining Sect.

Mr. Tu clearly enjoyed 'profound' ties with these two Demon Gates, or he couldn't have so readily employed their sect inheritances.