The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2355: Little Devious Path Person (2)

The formations crafted by the Evil Formation Master were inherently sinister and cruel, lacking the specific finesse for outright slaughter. When faced with unexpected situations, particularly a sudden assault from a monster cultivator fueled by potent blood qi, these formations proved almost entirely incapable of mounting a defense. Consequently, this particular Evil Formation Master met a brutal end, hacked to death.

This abrupt and shocking turn of events was truly unexpected.

The remaining two demon cultivators, engrossed in the dissection of the demon monster's remains, only snapped back to reality after the Evil Formation Master had been reduced to mere bloody pulp. They were then overcome with a mixture of shock and fury.

"Are you out of your mind?"

"Have you lost all reason?"

"Do you have no fear of incurring the wrath of Mr. Tu?"

Mentioning "Mr. Tu" was perhaps ill-advised, as these words acted as a catalyst, sending the bald monster cultivator into a complete frenzy. His features contorted with rage:

"Are you also Mr. Tu’s lapdogs? Did Mr. Tu send you specifically to harm me?"

One demon cultivator retorted furiously, "What absurdities are you spouting!"

However, before he could finish his outburst, a blood-red guillotine, propelled by a sudden gust of wind, descended swiftly towards his head.

This demon cultivator let out an angry curse, conjured an Evil Artifact shaped like a skull, and immediately plunged into a fierce battle with the frenzied bald monster cultivator.

The other demon cultivator did not remain a bystander either; he manifested a blood sword and joined the conflict.

Both of these demon cultivators possessed considerable cultivation, having mastered various wicked techniques. One attacked with the blood sword, while the other focused on suppression using the skull artifact. Their coordinated assault proved to be a formidable force, their combined power significantly amplified.

Despite his frenzied attacks and apparent madness, the bald monster cultivator was ultimately no match for the pair. After approximately eight or nine dozen exchanges, he was defeated. A blood sword pierced his left shoulder, and he was subsequently subdued by the skull Evil Artifact.

Having been subdued by the duo, the bald monster cultivator found himself unable to break free from the oppressive demonic qi emanating from the skull Evil Artifact. Nevertheless, his expression remained defiant, and he continued to roar incessantly.

The skull-wielding demon cultivator, perplexed by the bald cultivator's bizarre state, furrowed his brow and questioned:

"What is wrong with this fool? Has he been possessed? He even dares to defy Mr. Tu’s command, he..."

Before he could conclude his sentence, a sharp blood sword sliced through his chest.

The skull demon cultivator's eyes widened in disbelief as he slowly turned. He saw his former demon Path comrade, the one wielding the blood sword, now glaring at him with twisted resentment. The blood sword was lodged deep in his own chest:

"So what if you defy Mr. Tu’s orders? Are you willing to be Mr. Tu’s dog too?"

"Mr. Tu’s dogs deserve to perish!"

The blood sword, having pierced the heart meridian, unleashed insidious blood qi that ravaged his internal organs. Fury painted the face of the skull demon cultivator as death claimed him, arriving too late for regret, leaving him to perish.

The demon cultivator wielding the blood sword let out a sneer as he watched the skull demon cultivator die.

Yet, even as he laughed, his laughter abruptly ceased.

The black-gray hue within his eyes began to recede, and a semblance of clarity returned. He gazed at his fallen companion, impaled on his sword, and a look of stunned disbelief washed over him. He muttered incredulously:

"I... what have I done?"

"How could I have..."

"I..."

Amidst the turmoil in his mind, with a sickening 'splat,' a colossal guillotine, imbued with demonic power, swung down mightily, severing his neck and unleashing a torrent of blood.

Then followed the second blow, the third, and the fourth... each strike landing with ruthless, unyielding force.

The demon cultivator with the blood sword was thus brutally hacked to death, his lifeless body slumping to the ground.

Behind him, the bald monster cultivator, having finally broken free from the skull Evil Artifact’s confinement.

This bald monster cultivator, now dripping with blood, gripped the gruesome guillotine.

This immense guillotine, originally intended for decapitating Mo Hua, was now stained with the blood of a demon cultivator.

"No one has the right to dictate my actions."

"Not Mr. Tu..."

"Anyone who attempts to control me will meet their demise."

A faint darkness flickered within the bald monster cultivator's eyes, hinting at the encroaching madness.

However, with all the demon cultivators within the blood pool now deceased, and even those who had attempted to 'guide' him gone, he was suddenly left without purpose, a sense of confusion clouding his demeanor.

At this precise moment, that innocent yet eerily chilling voice resonated once more from within:

"That is correct; no one can command you, not even Mr. Tu..."

"What is Mr. Tu truly worth?"

"His arrogance stems solely from the Divine Lord's prestige."

"The Divine Lord is wise, and the Divine Lord is great."

The bald monster cultivator felt an overwhelming sense of agreement: "Yes, the Divine Lord is wise, and the Divine Lord is great."

The eerie, innocent voice continued: "Now that the Divine Lord has awakened, considering Mr. Tu's capabilities, he is entirely unsuitable to serve as the Divine Lord's 'subordinate.'"

The bald monster cultivator nodded solemnly, "Yes, he is indeed unsuitable."

"If he is unsuitable, then who is?"

"Who?" The bald monster cultivator appeared bewildered.

"You." That voice, chilling and confident, declared, "You are the true 'servant' of the Divine Lord, fitting to serve Him, to partake in His boundless divine power, to follow the Master of the Great Wilderness, and to achieve eternal undeath..."

The bald monster cultivator's expression gradually intensified:

"Yes, only me, only I am worthy of being the Divine Lord's 'servant,' only I deserve eternal life..."

"But there is only one servant for the Divine Lord."

"Only... one?"

"Indeed, just one," the voice, strangely innocent yet bizarre, inquired, "What is to be done?"

"What is to be done?"

The bald monster cultivator seemed puzzled, but a moment later, his countenance turned ferocious, and he spoke with a bone-chilling tone:

"Eliminate them all, and I shall naturally be the Divine Lord's... sole 'servant'!"

The eerie voice assented: "Precisely, destroy them all! The Divine Lord's servant must be you alone!"

"Annihilate all! The Divine Lord's servant is undeniably me!"

The bald monster cultivator uttered this, a grin spreading across his face, his eyes gleaming with excitement and a thirst for blood.

He then raised his blood-soaked guillotine and departed from the Bleeding Pool.

Outside lay the Labyrinth of Flesh and Bone, with gore scattered everywhere and skeletal structures forming its walls, intricate and twisting, many passages sealed off.

Yet, as the bald monster cultivator advanced, the flesh would spontaneously yield, and the White Bones would recede.

A path materialized before him, as if by magic.

This occurrence further solidified his conviction.

This was the "Divine Lord" summoning him.

This was the "Divine Lord" guiding his way.

This was a "Divine Lord's" blessing; it was evident the Divine Lord acknowledged him as the "chosen" one, the solitary "servant."

The bald monster cultivator, dragging his guillotine, left a trail of crimson footprints as he ventured deeper into the labyrinth.

...

In the profound depths of the Labyrinth of Flesh and Bone resided the sacrificial sanctum.

Mr. Tu sat in a cross-legged posture, eyes shut, overseeing the Blood Anointing Formation, fortifying the Evil God's nightmare, and summoning subservient beings to safeguard Him.

A sinister lantern burned before him.

And surrounding him, formidable demonic beasts stood sentinel.

In addition, hundreds of devilish cultivators filled the hall.

As the Evil God stirred, His majestic and immense divine aura permeated the space, leaving every devilish cultivator present in awe, fear, and exhilaration.

Their Divine Sense was intensely agitated, their reason gradually dissolving, leading them into an escalating state of madness.

Their devotion to the Evil God surged to its zenith at this precise moment.

At that instant, jarring sounds echoed from outside the hall – a violent banging upon the door.

It sounded as if something sharp was persistently striking the portal, the noise escalating in urgency and utterly lacking in respect.

The devilish cultivators within, their gazes hardening, emanated lethal intent.

"Someone, attend to the door," one commanded.

A Demon Head retorted: "Mr. Tu decreed that the sacrificial hall's door must remain closed until the Divine Lord awakens, to prevent any unforeseen complications."

The Demon Heads remained silent.

However, the "banging" did not cease; on the contrary, it intensified and grew more unrestrained.

The Demon Heads were incensed.

Being inherently volatile, they were accustomed to killing with ease, and now, infected by the will of the reawakening Evil God, their irritability intensified.

Mr. Tu's directives were, in any case, not universally heeded by all the Demon Heads.

A demon of the Golden Core stage from the Mystic Demon Sect scoffed:

"Open the gate, let's see what beast dares to knock with such fervor."

"They are clearly unaware of the sanctity of this place."

The other Demon Heads also wore expressions of cold disdain.

A devilish cultivator from the Blood Refining Sect was ordered to unseal the entrance.

The moment the door swung open, a blood-drenched guillotine hurtled towards him. Fortunately, his alertness allowed him to sneer and narrowly evade the blade's path.

But before his mocking expression could fully form, a crimson figure, akin to a Vengeful Ghost, lunged at him, its gaping maw tearing through his neck. Blood erupted, and flesh was rent asunder.

Everyone present narrowed their eyes.

"What is that creature?"

"A monster cultivator?"

"A Fallen Demon?"

A demon at the late stage of Golden Core from the Demon Sword Sect promptly drew his devilish sword, manifesting the pitch-black Demon Qi of the Sword Dao, cleaving the bloody, bald monster cultivator precisely in half, causing blood to spray everywhere.

Yet, despite being bisected, the bald monster cultivator did not perish instantly. He writhed on the ground, a ferocious grin plastered on his face, roaring:

"I am the Divine Lord's servant."

"There can only be one servant for the Divine Lord."

"The Divine Lord's servant is exclusively me."

"Only I shall attain eternal immortality..."

...

His pathetic state, coupled with these peculiar declarations and his fanatical devotion to the Master of the Great Wilderness, resonated within the hall filled with sinister thoughts, branding themselves onto the hearts of every Demon Head...