The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2309: Flesh City (part 3)

Mr. Tu performed his familiar technique once more, pressing his palm like a seal to summon a crimson pathway that fused with the wall, exposing a tunnel made of flesh.

Then, as he was about to proceed deeper, he suddenly stopped after one step, glanced back at Mo Hua with a trace of caution in his eyes, and swept his hand in front of Mo Hua.

Mo Hua sensed a brief flash before his vision drowned in shades of blood, leaving him blind and deaf to everything.

Mo Hua realized inwardly that Mr. Tu was taking precautions against him, worried he might memorize the route.

"Follow me."

A voice pierced into Mo Hua’s Sea of Consciousness, though it wasn’t truly a sound—more like "Divine Sense Communication."

At the same moment, a slender blood thread emerged ahead of Mo Hua, as though beckoning him forward.

Mo Hua had no option but to pursue the blood thread, advancing step by step.

As he walked, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly shifted.

As he pressed on, the oppressive air intensified further, uncertain how much time had passed when the blood thread finally vanished.

The Formation’s aura nearby grew ever stronger.

The pressure mounted to its utmost limit.

Even amidst it all, a faint heartbeat pulsed, stifling his breath.

"We have arrived."

Mr. Tu’s icy voice declared, then he lifted the seal from Mo Hua.

All blocked senses returned in a rush. A torrent of sinister coldness, terror, despair, horror, pleas, and agony flooded over Mo Hua like an ocean, swallowing him whole.

Mo Hua gradually opened his eyes, his pupils shrinking sharply.

In that instant, it felt like he had plunged into the heart of "hell."

Yu Er’s earlier words resounded in his ears once more:

"Many people will die..."

"Blood will flow into the river, bones will pave high towers, human flesh will build cities, all must be connected..."

The scene before him brought those words to horrifying life.

This was a gruesome, nightmarish city of blood and flesh.

Blood surged like a protective moat.

City walls rose from piled white bones and heaped flesh, fused into a single mass.

Ghostly flames flickered on skulls, while tormented faces of the deceased protruded from the walls, radiating grief and hopelessness, painting a vista of Blood Flesh Purgatory.

Chill gripped Mo Hua’s entire body, unsure if from rage or fear, his hands quivering faintly.

The notion of "Evil God" in his thoughts solidified into a sharper, more tangible image.

Mr. Tu observed Mo Hua quietly, saying nothing, allowing him to absorb the gore, revulsion, astonishment, and dread this sight unleashed.

After what seemed an eternity, Mr. Tu spoke deliberately:

"This Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation, do you still wish to learn it?"

Mo Hua’s face first flashed with terror, then drained of color, next grew vacant and lost, until he stared at the blood-drenched, deathly blood-flesh city ahead, his features twisting in sorrow as he shook his head:

"I... I don’t want to learn it..."

Mr. Tu sneered coldly: "Is that all your capacity has?"

Mo Hua’s face paled further, anger flaring as his emotions slipped from control:

"You... how many people must you kill... I’m a Formation Master, I don’t do such harmful and unjust deeds..."

"And then what?" Mr. Tu’s stare turned frigid, cornering Mo Hua, "Demon Path kills, but doesn’t Righteous Dao kill people too?"

"I..."

"You’ve been to Solitary Mountain’s tomb, haven’t you? Did you see the scenes in there?"

Mo Hua bit his lip hard, his complexion whitening even more.

Mr. Tu continued: "Solitary Mountain there, didn’t many people die? Such a large mine pit, tens of thousands of Loose Cultivators were just lured and buried alive, isn’t this killing?"

"This is what you have seen, what you cannot see, Great Families, aristocratic families monopolize, exploit, oppress, or further squeeze, massacre Loose Cultivators, things are happening all over the world. Even at this moment, it continuously occurs."

"And then what, does anyone care?"

"The exploiters live a lifetime of luxury, those who suffer receive no concern until death."

"If a person is humble, then their fate is like grass. You were born a Loose Cultivator, should deeply understand this."

Mo Hua’s face contorted in agony.

Mr. Tu gazed at Mo Hua, pausing briefly, his voice softening somewhat:

"This world is like this, for the success of one general, ten thousand bones must wither, if you want to succeed, if you seek Dao, you must step on others’ bones, climbing upward step by step."

"Any hesitation, weakness, confusion, wandering, kindness will become your weakness, will drag you into the Abyss of failure, leaving you as the cattle and straw dogs of others."

"The path to Immortality is built upon mountains of corpses."

"How can you gather resources for Tao Cultivation without taking advantage of others?"

"Without suppressing others, how do you rise above them?"

"In this way, Righteous Dao and Demon Path are essentially identical; it's just that Righteous Dao pretends with false excuses and hides its true nature. Demon Path is direct, open in its actions, never fooling itself or anyone else."

"Righteousness and evil make no difference. What's evil is also right, and what's right is also evil."

"Once you ascend to a lofty position with a profound Realm, gazing down from on high, you'll understand what it truly means to view all living beings as mere ants—others' lives aren't lives at all, just stepping stones for your Great Dao."

"Heaven and earth show no mercy, treating all things as straw dogs. If they're nothing but 'straw dogs,' does it matter if they live or die?"

"If the need arises to wipe out all life, what harm is there?"

Mo Hua's face twisted in shock, shifting through various expressions, as though his entire worldview had been toppled and was crumbling apart piece by piece.

Mr. Tu noticed this reaction, feeling greatly pleased, and said to Mo Hua:

"Follow me, and I'll reveal to you the miraculous formation that transforms flesh and bone into the divine—the ultimate, most wondrous array in this world..."

Mo Hua's eyes, originally clouded with confusion and inner conflict, slowly filled with yearning, shining with a novel gleam. Captivated by Mr. Tu's words, he trailed after him almost by reflex, walking over heaps of flesh and bone corpses numbering in the thousands, plunging into the heart of the blood-flesh city...