The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2354: Little Devious Path Person

Within the Blood and Flesh Maze, there lay the Blood Pool.

Mo Hua was positioned upon the sacrificial altar at the heart of the Blood Pool, a sacrificial dagger embedded within his chest.

A cocoon, meticulously woven from threads of blood, encased him entirely.

Surrounding this Blood Pool stood four Demon Cultivators, each possessing a Golden Core.

One, a burly and colossal bald Monster cultivator, bore a ferocious, blood-colored tiger pattern intricately carved upon his head. He was presently moistening a blade, preparing an execution guillotine.

Among the remaining three Demon Cultivators, one was remarkably tall and slender, appearing to be an accomplished Evil Formation Master, actively inscribing a blood-hued Evil Formation.

The other two Demon Cultivators were engaged in the dissection of several colossal Demon Monsters, ostensibly assembling a new flesh body.

An awakening Evil God permeated the surroundings, causing a terrifying throbbing sensation to emanate forth. The four cultivators experienced a surge of fear, swiftly followed by an overwhelming sense of reverence and unwavering faith.

Their very blood seemed to boil, and their Divine Sense teetered on the brink of madness.

At this juncture, the bald Monster cultivator inquired, "It is time, is it not?"

"Indeed," the Evil Formation Master responded. "As per Mr. Tu’s directives, once the Divine Lord awakens and His formidable might permeates every segment of the Grand Formation, we shall sever this brat's head. It will then be steeped in the Blood Pool, allowing it to be absorbed by the Blood Qi, before being reattached to the body of the Karma Dragon Demon..."

The bald Monster cultivator exhibited an air of indifference.

The Evil Formation Master then stated with grave solemnity:

"The beheading must be executed with the utmost caution. Employ the blood sacrificial guillotine for the decapitation, and subsequently utilize a Living Blood Formation to sustain its vitality. We must not permit him to truly perish..."

The bald Monster cultivator grumbled impatiently, "Why complicate matters so unnecessarily?"

The Evil Formation Master responded with a sneer. "What insights do you possess? Do you have any conception of this brat’s identity? How could you possibly ascertain if he harbors any innate life-preserving techniques?"

"Should the severed head remain alive, it will not trigger any dormant Restrictions. However, if his head is severed and he perishes instantly, it is guaranteed to activate his ultimate life-saving trump card. At that point, both you and I shall face dire consequences."

The bald Monster cultivator paused, a flicker of comprehension crossing his features. "Ah, I see the reasoning now."

The Evil Formation Master scoffed. "Mr. Tu’s instructions invariably carry a profound underlying logic. You lack the intellect to grasp it—simply adhere to the commands."

Despite his dissatisfaction, the bald Monster cultivator dared not voice any further objections. He retrieved the guillotine and proceeded towards Mo Hua.

He first withdrew the sacrificial dagger from Mo Hua’s chest, thereby dissolving the blood cocoon. Subsequently, he raised the blood sacrificial guillotine, positioning it above Mo Hua’s neck, poised to strike when he abruptly halted.

His gaze had fallen upon Mo Hua’s eyes.

They were eyes of natural clarity, untainted by the world's corruptions, yet possessed an enigmatic depth that hinted at unfathomable secrets.

The bald Monster cultivator’s heart skipped a beat.

"Since when... did this brat awaken?"

And the peculiar manner in which he was being observed sent a chill down his spine...

The bald Monster cultivator remained motionless for a moment, then mused, "Regardless, awake is awake. To meet one's end with lucidity is preferable to being beheaded in a state of oblivion."

Furthermore, severing the head of a living individual promised a far more exhilarating experience.

Particularly the head of a chosen prodigy from a prominent Sect like Qianxue—its handsome appearance only added to the perverse thrill of a live decapitation by his own hand, an utterly captivating prospect.

A grin spread across the bald Monster cultivator's face. He hoisted the guillotine high, ready to cleave Mo Hua's head off then and there. He even made a conscious effort to fix his gaze upon Mo Hua’s eyes, anticipating the transformation of those clear, water-like orbs into expressions of panic, fear, despair, and a cascade of other emotions in the final instant.

However, in a sudden turn, the pellucid gaze shifted, darkening into an unfathomable abyss.

Those once clear pupils morphed into wells of darkness, emanating a horror that defied comprehension.

A subtle yet unnerving trace of blackish-gray began to weave within the depths, rising and falling with a disturbing rhythm.

The bald Monster cultivator seemed ensnared, his soul momentarily captured, leaving him frozen in place.

The profound blackness reflected in his eyes suggested that a thought, transmitted through his gaze, had taken root deep within his heart.

Concurrently, a voice, childlike and clear, yet laced with an eerie cunning, echoed by his ear—or perhaps directly within the core of his being:

"Why... do you heed Mr. Tu?"

"If he commands you to kill, you simply obey?"

"Is he truly deserving of such unquestioning loyalty?"

"You are not his mere dog..."

The pupils of the bald Monster cultivator dilated, his features contorting.

He remained standing, the guillotine held aloft, his expression vacant as if lost in a trance.

Only the shifting emotions on his face betrayed his inner turmoil; a flush spread across his brow, and a spark of anger ignited in his eyes.

Meanwhile, the Evil Formation Master had completed the imprinting of the Living Blood Formation. He was now awaiting the bald Monster cultivator's decisive strike to sever the sacrifice's head, preparatory to using the vital essence within the freshly severed head for "preservation."

Yet, he remained there, waiting for an eternity, but nothing transpired. Turning his head, he observed the stoic, bald Monster cultivator, guillotine raised aloft, utterly uncertain of his next action.

A flicker of displeasure crossed the Evil Formation Master's face. With a stern frown, he prodded:

"Quickly sever this brat's head. Be swift."

"Move along. Why do you tarry so?"

Despite repeated urgings, the bald Monster cultivator remained conspicuously immobile.

The Evil Formation Master's ire flared, and he rebuked him with biting coldness:

"These are Mr. Tu's commands. Do you dare defy him?"

The mere utterance of the name 'Mr. Tu' seemed to strike a raw nerve. The bald Monster cultivator finally stirred.

His eyes blazed a furious crimson. Gripping the blade in reverse, he suddenly swung, cleaving towards the Evil Formation Master's neck.

The Evil Formation Master's eyes widened in stark terror and utter disbelief. He had never conceived that this bald Monster cultivator would erupt into such apparent madness without cause.

Then, he witnessed the contorted rictus on the bald Monster cultivator's face, accompanied by a torrent of seething fury.

A searing agony erupted at his neck; a chilling realization washed over the Evil Formation Master as he understood that something was terribly amiss. Just as he prepared to retaliate, the colossal guillotine descended once more, poised to end his life in an instant.

The bald Monster cultivator relentlessly hacked at his neck and head, blow after brutal blow. With each strike, he hurled curses, spitting venom:

"Mr. Tu!"

"Mr. Tu!"

"Mr. Tu, your wretched mother, Mr. Tu!"

"What in the blazes is he even supposed to be?!"

"He utters a word, and I must simply obey?"

"'Mr. Tu's orders, I don't dare disobey'?"

"I'll obey your mother! What if I choose not to obey?"

...

And so, the bald Monster cultivator continued to swing the guillotine, again and again. Amidst a gruesome spray of blood, he reduced the Evil Formation Master to a pulpy mess.