The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2385: The Eerie Smiling Face

Not only Elder Master Xun, but several Heaven Void Ancestors, who had delved into the Heavenly Mechanism Skill and possessed an instinct for causality, along with True Man Situ from Mystery Valley, also discerned something. They all cast their gazes into the distance, a chill creeping down their spines as their pupils quivered.

An ominous aura of a large-scale 'death omen' sent shivers of dread through their hearts.

...

At the epicenter of the Blood Sacrifice Array.

Mr. Tu, who was diligently re-examining the Blood Sacrifice Formation, also experienced a wave of unease.

He felt a premonition, accompanied by a bone-chilling coldness that seemed to emanate from the deepest reaches of the Nine Nether.

Deeply unsettled, Mr. Tu knitted his brows.

The blood sacrifice had been completed, the Divine Lord had been resurrected, and the array continued its operation.

Despite some minor discrepancies and the fact, and the fact that the Divine Lord was, in a sense, 'lured away,'

Mr. Tu's countenance grew exceedingly grave, "Where, precisely, did things go awry, where..."

Abruptly, the threads of causality shifted, and the seemingly unassuming yet cunning glint in Mo Hua's eyes flickered through his mind.

Mr. Tu started, his expression undergoing a dramatic alteration.

"Mo Hua?!"

Throughout this entire undertaking, the sole unpredictable element had been the young man named 'Mo Hua,' who served as the corporeal vessel for that particularly potent Fierce God.

But what was it that he could possibly accomplish, given his meager level of cultivation?

Mr. Tu lowered his head, his Divine Sense sweeping across the area. He meticulously re-examined the formation pivot of the Blood Sacrifice Array, situated on the bone of a Great Wilderness beast, precisely at the heart of the formation's eye.

Particular attention was given to the section of the formation pivot that Mo Hua had painted; Mr. Tu scrutinized it repeatedly.

"No issues found..."

A sigh of relief escaped Mr. Tu, yet his brows remained drawn closer together.

Mo Hua had indeed carved the Blood Sacrifice Formation pivot onto the ancient beast's bone with meticulous care, following his instructions precisely, without the slightest imperfection.

He had already conducted a thorough inspection of these formations earlier and had discovered no anomalies.

Now, after a second rigorous check, he still found nothing amiss.

Mr. Tu's face darkened, resembling a tempestuous sky.

An unsettling premonition intensified with every passing moment.

Logically speaking, within the entirety of the Blood Sacrifice Array, there shouldn't be anyone capable of tampering with it right under his nose.

If such an individual existed, it could only be Mo Hua.

Mo Hua's Divine Sense, his innate talent, and his comprehension abilities, coupled with the favor and blessings bestowed by the deities, even drew the envy of this Evil God Great Witch of the Feather Transformation Realm.

However, Mo Hua's cultivation was rudimentary, his Spiritual Root was of poor quality, and his physical body was frail; existing merely in the Foundation Establishment Realm, all his potential means were insignificant.

The sole approach that merited commendation was his mastery of formations.

If he had genuinely concocted any stratagem, interfered with the Heavenly Mechanism's causality, and subsequently impacted the grand design of the Evil Path, it could only have been achieved through the intricate art of formations.

But... what kind of formation could Mo Hua possibly have laid out?

What could he possibly have accomplished under the watchful eyes of a Feathered Immortal Cultivator and a fourth-grade Formation Master?

Mr. Tu found the notion difficult to accept. .

Yet, after systematically eliminating all other impossibilities, the sole remaining thread of causality, however preposterous it might seem, nonetheless presented itself as a fact.

Observing Mr. Tu's expression turn terrifyingly grim, Shangguan Wang inquired with a frown, "Mr. Tu, what is the matter..."

Among these discerning Feather Transformation cultivators, Shangguan Wang was the most self-centered and the slowest to grasp the subtle shifts in heavenly secrets.

The Feather Transformation Demon Heads hailing from Yin Corpse Valley and the Demon Sword Sect, though wicked and bloodthirsty by nature, and as established members of the Demon Path who had long subsisted on the edge of peril, frequently harbored intense suspicion, even lacking formal education in the Heavenly Mechanism. Even at this critical juncture, they detected a palpable undercurrent of eerie fear.

It was as if some dreadful calamity was poised to unfold.

"Mr. Tu," the Feather Transformation cultivator from Yin Corpse Valley stated coldly, "What precisely is transpiring?"

Mr. Tu fixed his gaze upon the formation meticulously drawn by Mo Hua, his expression clouded with gloom, and he responded with a shake of his head, "I... I am uncertain as well."

This declaration caused the hearts of the three Evil Path Feather Transformation cultivators to falter.

Could someone have secretly implemented subtle measures that even the devious and astute Mr. Tu could not decipher?

A shadow of concern fell upon everyone's faces.

And Mr. Tu's own expression appeared even more troubled.

He could almost perceive a rhythmic ticking sound near his ears, as if some unseen force was engaged in a countdown.

A countdown?

Mr. Tu was momentarily stunned; the current predicament seemed to engender a peculiar misconception within him.

It gave the impression that some unseen 'instructor' had assigned him an examination paper with a stringent time limit.

He was obligated to provide answers to the questions presented on the paper before the allotted time expired.

Otherwise, this instructor would 'tear up the paper,' rendering all his painstaking efforts and meticulously crafted 'grand schemes' utterly void.

However, the crux of the predicament lay in... where was this exam paper located?

This cunning and shameless instructor had even concealed the paper from him!

He hadn't even been allowed to glimpse the paper; how could he possibly undertake the test?

A prickle ran up Mr. Tu’s neck.

Time continued its relentless march, each second amplifying the frantic drumming in Mr. Tu’s chest. He felt like a student facing an exam with no answers, lost and disoriented, a gnawing anxiety taking hold.

Witnessing his distress, the Feather Transformation from Yin Corpse Valley’s brow furrowed. “Mr. Tu, could it be… you have been tricked?”

“No…” Mr. Tu’s head shook in denial.

Words, writings, expressions, and deeds can all mislead, but the fundamental instinct of causality rarely falters.

His premonition, he felt with certainty, could not be wrong.

Yet… tricked?

Unintentionally spoken, intentionally heard.

A sudden realization dawned upon Mr. Tu.

Deception!

Mo Hua was employing formations to ‘deceive’ him!

In essence, the formation she had inscribed was a falsehood?

Mr. Tu promptly lowered himself, pressing close to the Formation Patterns. He scrutinized each stroke of the formation Mo Hua had drawn with intense focus, finally grasping the truth.

“It’s a fabrication! All of it is fake!”

But… why would it be fake?

Why?

Mr. Tu’s mind spun, recalling his own words to Mo Hua:

“Mystery Formations are meant for Formation Masters to distinguish the real from the illusory…”