The Quest for Immortality

”The Formation is vast and profound, there is still so much for me to learn...”

”In other words, I can become much stronger...”

Mo Hua looked at the magnificent and grand Large Formation before him, feeling his fighting spirit gradually rising again.

Without further hesitation, he began to tackle the most understandable Second Grade Formation Pivot section, dissecting and analyzing it piece by piece, studying this Quasi-Third Grade Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation...

He couldn’t comprehend the Third Grade parts.

But Mo Hua could grasp seventy to eighty percent of the Second Grade Formation Pivot, and use its explanations to speculate on the structure and function of the Third Grade Formation Pivot.

From the perspective of a Formation Master, he approached the whole complex Formation, grasping its construction logic on a macro level.

Soon, Mo Hua was deeply immersed in the Large Formation.

What he learned grew increasingly abundant, and his insights became more profound.

Yet the more he learned, the less he felt he knew.

The deeper the insight, the more shallow he felt his understanding was.

And this was exactly what Mo Hua needed.

Others’ praise, the title of Formation Leader, would make him arrogant, indulging in past achievements, stagnant.

These were meaningless to him.

What he truly needed was a persistent hunger for Formation, a continual thirst for the Great Dao’s principle of formations.

Always acknowledging his ignorance, understanding his shallowness; only by doing so could he endlessly grow stronger, forever pursue his ”Dao”...

Time slowly passed by.

Mo Hua, absorbed in the study of the Large Formation, felt his insights multiplying, almost losing track of himself.

He didn’t know how much time had passed when he suddenly felt a chill on his back, even the indoor temperature had turned quite cold.

Pulling his Divine Sense back from the formation pivot, he turned around, finding a slender, cold individual standing behind him at some unknown time, with a terrifying aura, unfathomable cultivation, carrying a strong Evil God presence.

Mr. Tu...

The air froze for a moment.

Mo Hua tilted his head up to look at Mr. Tu.

Mr. Tu also tilted his head down to look at Mo Hua.

The two held their gaze for a long time; after a moment, Mr. Tu spoke, his voice like a night owl’s:

”Can you understand?”

Mo Hua shook his head honestly and replied:

”It’s too difficult, I can’t quite understand...”

Mr. Tu’s deathly white pupils contracted slightly.

He then turned to look at the headless body in the room, releasing a cold Divine Sense, sweeping around Yanluo Mountain, his expression instantly turning frigid as he looked at Mo Hua and asked:

”Where are the Evil Formation Masters I raised?”

Mo Hua murmured, ”Seems... all dead...”

Bloodshot eyes erupted in Mr. Tu’s gaze, swarming like parasites.

Mo Hua’s heart skipped, quickly waving his hands to say:

”It’s not related to me, it was the Taoist Court who did it!”

”Uncle Gu led the Taoist Court, breached Yanluo Mountain, killed all the Evil Formation Masters!”

Mo Hua attributed all the credit to Gu Changhuai.

Blood Qi surged around Mr. Tu, his voice growling like a Monster Beast.

”Gu Changhuai—”

Indeed, several Golden Core Evil Formation Masters with separated bodies had their limbs cut by Wind Blades, certainly killed by Gu Changhuai.

As for the other Evil Formation Masters, needless to say.

Even if not by Gu Changhuai himself, they perished at the hands of the Taoist Court.

”This Gu Changhuai, time and again foiling my plans, if only I hadn’t worried so much, had killed him at all costs...”

Thought Mr. Tu.

Although he didn’t know why Gu Changhuai could manage all this, why he could breach the formation’s lockdown, enter the valley, kill the Evil Path Formation Masters he painstakingly cultivated, and rescue the offerings.

But upon thinking about Gu Changhuai being the ”Tai Xu Vicious God’s” appointed minion, Mr. Tu gradually understood.

Being chosen by a Fierce God to work for the deities surely required exceptional abilities, strategies, and skills beyond ordinary reach.

Doing what others cannot is not surprising.

Moreover, this Gu Changhuai had always been at odds with the Divine Lord, not an easy person from the start.

Yet the thought of his raised Formation Masters being wiped out.

Most of the heavenly prodigy offerings he captured had escaped.

Mr. Tu’s expression turned gloomy, his face began to distort, and then a pair of bloodshot eyes fixed on Mo Hua.

After all, speaking of sabotage, this Formation Leader from Taixu Gate is by no means less culpable.

If not for him, there wouldn’t have been a need to hastily trigger the Blood Sacrifice Array.

So many past issues had traces of this ”Mo Hua” brat...

The wounds in flesh and Divine Thought, left behind by the punishment from the Divine Lord for failed schemes, began to throb anew.

Mr. Tu’s eyes revealed an uncontrollable intent to kill.

Mo Hua sensed this murderous intent, quickly adopting a serious expression:

”To achieve great things, one must stay calm. Learn to control one’s emotions, never be blinded by momentary anger, otherwise things will be ruined.”

Mr. Tu’s chest constricted, his face twisted.

After a moment, he scrutinized Mo Hua with a sharp gaze and asked, ”Do you know who I am?”

Mo Hua shook his head, ”You are just a Heretical Demon, why would I care who you are?”

Mr. Tu sneered, ”Are you truly unafraid that I might kill you?”

Mo Hua firmly replied, ”You dare not kill me!”

”Why not?”

Mo Hua snorted disdainfully, ”I am the Formation Leader of Taixu Gate, protected by the Patriarch. The Taoist Court’s people are nearby; it would be best if you don’t provoke me—I’ll pretend not to have seen you. But if you harm me, our Patriarch will ensure you’re obliterated.”

Though Mo Hua spoke arrogantly and defiantly, Mr. Tu did not doubt him.