The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2335: Descent

Within the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation.

The colossal heart, acting as the 'formation eye,' commenced a relentless throbbing.

The Earth Vein Blood River churned violently, its crimson tide spilling over the remains of a gigantic beast.

A bloody luminescence emanated sequentially from the formation's pivot, while the souls of the deceased lamented. Their drained carcasses, however, functioned as the essential organs for the blood sacrifice, sustaining the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation and forging a 'nursery' for the Evil God's reincarnation.

An ancient, terrifying will began to permeate the very fabric of heaven and earth.

Observing the gore-drenched panorama, Mr. Tu perceived this ancient aura; his expression flickered with a momentary tremor, a blend of exhilaration and disbelief. He then turned towards Mo Hua, a chilling dread taking root in his heart.

“Mr. Tu, I have achieved success.”

Mo Hua’s Divine Sense was critically depleted, his countenance ashen, yet a look of gratification graced his features.

“Hm, your efforts have been substantial.”

As he was merely in the Feather Transformation Realm, Mo Hua possessed no means to resist and could only witness the dagger breach his chest, his expression contorting in profound shock: “Mr. Tu, what are you doing…?”

Mr. Tu’s gaze was devoid of emotion:

“You are an unforeseen element; I cannot permit you to remain.”

Mo Hua’s disbelief manifested as a surge of shock and fury, “You…!”

But his protest was swiftly silenced.

Crimson threads, akin to grasping tendrils, emerged from the sacrificial blade, ensnaring Mo Hua. They infiltrated his chest, weaving into his meridians, insinuating themselves into his very being, and seizing complete dominion over him.

The physical form serves as the vessel for the Divine Sense.

Flesh also provides the grounding for the Divine Sense.

When the body is subjugated and its sustenance is siphoned by the sacrificial knife, leading to its decay, the Divine Sense inevitably weakens, succumbing to a profound torpor.

This constitutes a dualistic entrapment.

The hallowed artifact of the Great Wilderness imprisoned Mo Hua’s Divine Thought, effectively sealing the divine essence within his Sea of Consciousness.

Yet, even this measure did not bring Mr. Tu complete peace of mind. He proceeded to stab the sacrificial knife into Mo Hua’s chest once more, allowing the blood threads, imbued with malevolent intent, to parasitize his flesh and stifle his vitality.

The sacred relic of the Great Wilderness, coupled with the Blade of Blood Sacrifice.

The Sea of Consciousness and the physical body, bound by these dual restraints, would thus utterly ‘subdue’ Mo Hua.

Mr. Tu occupied the Feather Transformation stage, whereas Mo Hua was only at Foundation Establishment. The chasm in cultivation and coercive capabilities was immense, and caught in this abrupt betrayal, Mo Hua was powerless to resist.

A pervasive weakness spread through his limbs, his flesh growing despondent, his Divine Sense descending into slumber, as if being drawn into a lightless abyss, sinking inexorably, beyond the possibility of awakening.

Mo Hua succumbed to a coma, his form slowly collapsing onto the ground.

Both his physical being and his Divine Sense were utterly sealed.

Only then did Mr. Tu find a measure of reassurance.

He harbored a deep aversion to this sensation of ‘unpredictability.’

Especially concerning Mo Hua, whose capacity to absorb knowledge was unparalleled; he could grasp any lesson taught, master it with astonishing speed, and apply it effectively almost instantaneously.

It was, frankly, outrageous.

While Mr. Tu desired Mo Hua’s ‘downfall,’ the crucial caveat was that this ‘fall’ must be orchestrated, remain within his control, and be utterly inescapable by Mo Hua.

However, Mo Hua’s ‘descent’ was occurring far too rapidly.

At this accelerated rate of growth, it was feared that not much time would pass before he could supplant Mr. Tu as the ‘Mr. Tu,’ becoming the Great Wilderness God Master’s new ‘favorite,’ and earning the reverence of countless demons as ‘Mr. Mo.’

Mr. Tu’s gaze sharpened, turning cold.

Therefore, prior to the Divine Lord’s full resurgence, this youth absolutely must not be allowed to survive!

Under no circumstances should the Divine Lord be afforded any opportunity to bestow ‘favor’ upon him.

Otherwise, there would assuredly be no place for Mr. Tu within the Divine Temple of the Great Wilderness God Master.

A vague premonition settled upon Mr. Tu: despite his many years of diligent service to the Divine Lord’s grand design, he stood no chance against this youth in a competition for ‘favor.’

He had perceived it clearly: this youth, despite his humble origins and inferior Spiritual Roots, possessed an exceptional intellect and profound insight. His affinity with the Great Dao was remarkably high, and he even radiated an inexplicable allure.

This ‘charm’ held sway over mortals, and equally so, over divine beings.

Were it otherwise, this youth could not have garnered such immense favor from the Fierce God of the Taixu Gate.

The Fierce God of the Taixu Gate appeared to genuinely cherish him as a ‘son of his blood,’ bestowing divine gifts with boundless generosity, as if they entailed no cost whatsoever.

Matters such as these were beyond the comprehension of Mr. Tu, a mere ‘dog’ serving the deity.

Nevertheless, it was no longer significant.

These concerns would soon become utterly irrelevant.

Because…

A glint of malevolence flickered in Mr. Tu’s gaze.

"He is soon to be mine. There is no longer any need to differentiate between you and me..."

Lifting Mo Hua with a single hand, Mr. Tu departed the Blood Sacrifice’s formation eye. With a mere thought, he conjured two monstrous beings, half-human and half-demon. He tossed Mo Hua to them, issuing his command:

"Take him to the Blood Pool and carry out my earlier instructions."

The two Demon Monsters rasped their assent, "Yes," and then, flanking Mo Hua, they bore him away. His form receded, vanishing into the sinewy walls of the labyrinth.

With Mo Hua "taken care of," the lingering anxieties within Mr. Tu's heart began to subside.

However, a fresh wave of doubt soon surfaced.

And this doubt only intensified.

Mr. Tu pivoted, making his way back to the center of the blood sacrifice. He ascended the colossal beast bones and scrutinized the formation Mo Hua had meticulously drawn, his brow deeply furrowed.

"No errors..."

"It is indeed drawn precisely according to the predetermined formation diagram, not a single stroke out of place. At most, there's a slight deviation in the penmanship, but it doesn’t alter the fundamental meaning of the formation itself..."

This was the established norm for the ancient patterns within the Mystery Formation; profound and abstruse, Mo Hua had replicated the diagram flawlessly, even with his swift execution, encountering no difficulties in its depiction.

Yet, Mr. Tu remained unsettled. He reviewed it from beginning to end once more, and as he searched, a self-deprecating chuckle escaped him: