The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2372: Religious Con Men

Mo Hua’s heart quivered.

That Ancient Wilderness Formation Map, which was composed of ancient and peculiar patterns, originally obtained from the Abyssal Swamp within the vast Barbaric Wilderness, later enhanced by the Great Wilderness Witch, and finally sealed by the royal family of Shen Tu, was concealed within a white bone statue of an Evil God, featuring a goat’s head and a human face...

This was the testament given to Mo Hua by the Second Elder of the Demon Sect, who was also the Great Wilderness Witch, just before his passing.

Now, Mo Hua found himself deep within the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation, at the very heart of the Blood and Flesh Maze, standing on the very altar where the true form of the Evil God was meant to descend.

This altar was sacred ground, a forbidden zone for any mortal being in the eyes of the Evil God.

Even Mr. Tu himself would likely hesitate to tread upon this altar, lest he offend his Divine Lord.

Therefore, the goat-headed, white bone Evil God statue now before him was almost certainly the very one the Second Elder had spoken of, the vessel harboring the Ancient Wilderness Formation Map.

Time was of the essence, leaving no moment for indecision.

"If I let this opportunity slip by now, I may never get another chance in this entire lifetime..."

The statue emanated the terrifying pressure of the Great Wilderness Evil God.

However, Mo Hua had previously captured and subdued the Evil God’s own “Crown Prince,” rendering this residual pressure utterly insignificant to him.

Treating the ominous, blood-stained white bone Evil God statue as mere plaything, Mo Hua subjected it to thorough examination and investigation. His persistence eventually yielded results. Within the statue’s head, a subtle, peculiar energy was detected.

This energy was faint, deeply hidden, and incredibly elusive.

It appeared that a supreme expert had intricately woven a spell of Divine Way cause and effect, effectively masking its true secrets.

This technique, bordering on “Divine Concealment,” was exceptionally sophisticated.

Had Mo Hua not possessed the status of a “Demigod,” wielded Divine Thought Taoism, possessed an extraordinary innate ability, learned the Heaven Yan Jue, mastered the Heavenly Secret Calculation, boasted an extremely sensitive Divine Sense, and possessed a keen intuition for cause and effect, not to mention having previously overheard the relevant secrets from the Second Elder.

Otherwise, it would have been virtually impossible for him to uncover the ancient, world-shattering secret concealed within the head of this Evil God statue.

And now, that very secret was on the verge of falling into his grasp.

The Lifebound Formation Map for Core Formation was also calling out to him.

Overcome with excitement, Mo Hua eagerly leaped onto the head of the Evil God statue. His Divine Sense meticulously swept over the area, and indeed, he located several subtle cracks on the posterior side of the goat-headed white bone. Peering into these fissures, he discovered a dark aperture leading directly into the statue’s skull, shrouded in obscure cause and effect.

An ancient and potent energy pulsed faintly within the darkness.

Mo Hua pressed his face against the Evil God’s skull, extending his hand into the back of the statue’s head, probing for anything he could extract.

At that precise moment, a disturbance arose within the hall.

A mass of flesh, mangled beyond recognition by both monster cultivators and demon cultivators, began to convulse. It slowly writhed, absorbing the spilled blood on the floor, and gradually reformed into a tall, gaunt, deathly pale human outline reminiscent of a demonic beast.

Once the human silhouette solidified, its aura was feeble, as pale as parchment, exuding an unsettling stillness. Then, its visage contorted, revealing a distinct human face.

It was the face of Mr. Tu.

His blood offering ritual had been disrupted by Mo Hua.

His Soul Lamp had been extinguished by Mo Hua, inflicting a severe backlash upon his Divine Soul.

His physical body had been torn apart and devoured into a gruesome mess by frenzied demon cultivators, whom Mo Hua had manipulated using his “Planting Devil in Taoist Heart” technique.

By all accounts, he was grievously wounded.

Yet, even in this state, he had not met his end.

Having undergone a Feather Transformation, he had long since shed his mortal form to become a demon monster, dedicating everything to the Great Wilderness Evil God, making his demise exceedingly difficult.

Due to the catastrophic injuries sustained by both his flesh and Divine Soul, his Divine Sense was in a state of utter disarray.

However, his life force remained exceptionally robust. Following a period of recovery, he had finally regained his faculties. His Divine Sense, though initially fragmented, had now been painstakingly pieced back together, allowing for the temporary reconstruction of his physical form.

Mr. Tu’s eyes, resembling those of a deathly gray demon monster, finally fluttered open.

But in the very next instant, he froze, his being consumed by an inexplicable mixture of shock and rage.

Scattered amidst pools of blood and disconnected limbs.

Hundreds of demon cultivators lay dead, each meeting a horrific and grotesque end, as if subjected to the most brutal torture imaginable.

The hall was saturated with malevolent thoughts, palpable fear, and overwhelming despair.

There was a fleeting moment where Mr. Tu could have sworn he wasn’t in the Blood Sacrifice Hall, but rather adrift in the Purgatory of the Wilderness.

"What transpired while I was absent?!"

"Why have all my demon cultivators perished?"

"How did they meet their demise? Who is responsible for their deaths?"

"Who dared extinguish my Soul Lamp?"

"Who is daring to sabotage my grand design?"

Mr. Tu's eyes became immense, his dark brown irises protruding, brimming with both fury and bewilderment.

In the ensuing moments, his temper cooled, and a sense of reason slowly returned. Mr. Tu suddenly became aware of another presence still within the hall!

"Who goes there?!"

Abruptly, Mr. Tu lifted his head, his gaze piercing like a blade, fixing upon Mo Hua who stood on the altar. Then, his pupils constricted sharply, his heart overcome with profound shock.

Mo Hua?!

This brat isn't deceased?!

The blood sacrificial dagger was meant to seal his physical form.

The Holy Artifact of the Wilderness was intended to shackle his Divine Soul.

Furthermore, he had enlisted four Golden Core Demons, tasking them with beheading Mo Hua with a guillotine the moment the Divine Lord awakened. Mo Hua's Sea of Consciousness and skull were to be grafted onto the Divine Lord's new monstrous physique.

With such formidable seals and stringent surveillance, how could a mere Foundation Establishment Cultivation kid like this have survived?

How was it possible for him to still be alive?

It defied all logic! Utterly inconceivable!

Mr. Tu's heart churned like a tempest; it took several deep breaths before he could gradually perceive Mo Hua's actions, finally comprehending what the young man was attempting.

A fresh tide of rage surged within his chest. Mr. Tu's eyes instantly flushed crimson, his head pounded, and his chest felt as if it would suffocate.