Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2335: Chapter 1070: Descent

Within the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation.

The gigantic heart serving as the ”formation eye” began to throb continuously.

The Earth Vein Blood River flowed turbulently, with blood spilling across the colossal beast’s bones.

The formation pivot emitted a blood-red glow sequentially, and the deceased beast souls lamented, yet their carcasses served as the visceral organs for the blood sacrifice, supporting the operation of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation, constructing a ”breeding ground” for the rebirth of the Evil God.

An ancient terrifying will began to spread between heaven and earth.

Mr. Tu gazed at the blood-drenched spectacle before him, sensing this ancient aura; his expression was momentarily shaken, filled with both excitement and disbelief. Then, he turned his head towards Mo Hua, and a chilling fear crept into his heart.

”Mr. Tu, I’ve succeeded.”

Mo Hua’s Divine Sense was nearly exhausted, his face pale, but he displayed a gratified smile.

”Hmm, you’ve worked hard.”

Mr. Tu nodded, then extended his long, withered white hand, gripping Mo Hua’s shoulder tightly. With the other hand, he drew a sacrificial short knife and stabbed it into Mo Hua’s chest.

Being in the Feather Transformation Realm, Mo Hua could not resist and could only watch as the short knife pierced his chest, his expression drastically changing: ”Mr. Tu, what are you doing...”

Mr. Tu’s gaze was indifferent:

”You’re a variable, I cannot keep you.”

Mo Hua was incredulous, both shocked and angry, ”You...”

But he soon couldn’t speak anymore.

The sacrificial knife grew blood threads, like tendrils, winding around him, infiltrating Mo Hua’s chest, merging into his meridians, parasitizing his body, and completely controlling him.

The flesh is the prison of the Divine Sense.

The Divine Sense also takes the flesh as its foundation.

Once the flesh is controlled and nutrients are extracted by the sacrificial knife, causing it to wither, then the Divine Sense naturally becomes tired, sinking into drowsiness.

This is a dual seal.

The sacred artifact of the Great Wilderness sealed Mo Hua’s Divine Thought, sealing the deity within his Sea of Consciousness.

But even so, Mr. Tu was still not at ease, so he again stabbed the sacrificial knife into his chest, letting the blood threads dominated by Evil Thoughts parasitize his flesh, sealing his vitality.

The sacred artifact of the Great Wilderness, combined with the Blade of Blood Sacrifice.

Sea of Consciousness and flesh, dual seals, thus to completely ”suppress” Mo Hua.

Mr. Tu was Feather Transformation, while Mo Hua was only Foundation Establishment. The disparity in cultivation and means was too great, and in this sudden shock, Mo Hua had no power to resist.

He only felt weak in all his limbs, his flesh growing limp, his Divine Sense sinking into drowsiness, as if being dragged into a dark abyss, continuously sinking deeper, unable to wake up no matter what.

Mo Hua fell into a coma, slowly collapsing to the ground.

Both his flesh and Divine Sense were completely sealed.

Only then did Mr. Tu feel at ease.

He disliked this feeling of ”uncontrollability.”

Especially this Mo Hua, he could learn anything taught to him, mastering it quickly, and could rapidly apply it after learning.

It was simply too outrageous.

Mr. Tu indeed wanted Mo Hua to ”fall,” but the premise was that this ”fall” should be controllable, within his grasp, unable to escape his palm.

But now, Mo Hua was ”falling” too quickly.

At this rate of letting him grow, I fear it won’t be long before he can replace me as ”Mr. Tu,” becoming the new ”pet” of the Great Wilderness God Master and being revered by countless demons as ”Mr. Mo.”

Mr. Tu’s gaze was cold and sharp.

Thus, before the rebirth of the Divine Lord, this child must not be left alive!

Under no circumstances should the Divine Lord be given a chance to ”favor” him.

Otherwise, the Divine Temple of the Great Wilderness God Master would definitely have no place for him.

Mr. Tu had a vague premonition, that even though he had worked diligently for many years for the Divine Lord’s grand cause, he could absolutely not compete with this boy for ”favor.”

He had seen it clearly, this boy, though of lowly birth and possessing poor Spiritual Roots, had extraordinary intelligence and insight, with high affinity with the Great Dao, and even possessed an inexplicable ”charm” power.

This ”charm” worked on humans, and likewise on gods.

Otherwise, this boy could not have been favored to such an extent by the Fierce God of the Taixu Gate.

The Fierce God of Taixu Gate seemed to really regard him as a ”bloodson,” giving him divine gifts so generously, as if not costing anything.

Such matters, as a ”dog” of the deity, Mr. Tu simply couldn’t comprehend.

However, it no longer mattered.

These matters will soon be trivial to concern oneself with.

Because...

In Mr. Tu’s eyes flashed a touch of evil.

”He is about to be mine, and there’s no need to distinguish between you and me any longer...”

Mr. Tu lifted Mo Hua with one hand, walked out, leaving the formation eye of the Blood Sacrifice, with a thought, summoned two half-human half-demon Demon Monsters, throwing Mo Hua to them, commanding:

”Take him to the Blood Pool, do as I instructed earlier.”

The two Demon Monsters rasped out, ”Yes,” and then, one in front and one behind, carried Mo Hua away, gradually growing distant, disappearing into the fleshy walls of the maze.

Having ”dealt” with Mo Hua, the hidden worries in Mr. Tu’s heart gradually dissipated.

But soon, another doubt arose within his heart.

And this doubt grew ever deeper.

Mr. Tu turned around, returned to the center of the blood sacrifice, stepped onto the colossal beast bones, and meticulously examined the formation drawn by Mo Hua again and again, furrowing his brows.

”No mistake...”

”It truly is drawn according to the predetermined formation diagram, not missing a single stroke, at most only a slight deviation in penmanship, but it doesn’t affect the meaning of the formation itself...”

This was the ”common convention” of the Mystery Formation’s ancient patterns; deep and obscure, Mo Hua copied the diagram, even if he did it very quickly, he had no problems in drawing it.

Yet Mr. Tu was still uneasy, he checked it from start to finish again, and as he searched, he couldn’t help but coldly laugh at himself: