Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2358: Chapter 1077: Slaughter_3

"If it’s not that person, who else could it be?"

"In this world, apart from that person, who else can perform such a bizarre Planting Devil in Taoist Heart?"

The Mystic Demon Sect Chief’s pupils trembled, shocked and confused, then suddenly realized:

"No, now is not the time to consider these things. No matter who is in Planting Devil in Taoist Heart, we must escape quickly!"

"If we don’t leave now, I’m afraid we’ll really die here!"

But he wanted to go in his heart, yet his feet felt as if filled with mud and sand, heavy as Qian Jun, unable to move.

It seemed his consciousness had separated from his instincts.

His physical body was already beyond his control.

Just at that moment, that innocent yet eerie voice sounded once more in his ear:

"Why leave? Don’t you want to be the Divine Lord’s servant?"

"Don’t you want to be the Divine Lord’s servant?"

"Don’t want to be a servant?"

...

This voice continued to echo in his ear.

"I, I don’t..." The Mystic Demon Sect Chief was terrified to the extreme, yet anger rose instead, "I won’t be a servant, I’ll be your damned servant, you wretch that disturbs my Taoist Heart. I will kill you and tear you to pieces!"

He drew the Demon Sword, fully activating the Mystic Demon Skill, and began to slash around, trying to find the source of the voice and eliminate this "Demon Monster" that beguiled his mind.

Blood splattered, and the people around him were cut down one by one.

But what the Mystic Demon Sect Chief didn’t know was that all he killed were fellow Demon Cultivators.

Similarly, as the gathering of Blood Qi and Evil Qi in the hall intensified, the atmosphere of slaughter grew stronger, rendering the test of the Taoist Heart increasingly severe.

The few other Late Golden Core Stage Demon Cultivators, who initially had more stable minds, began losing their Taoist Hearts and launched indiscriminate massacres.

Like the Mystic Demon Sect Chief, they too wanted to eliminate that voice resonating within their hearts, innocent yet eerie, yet the ones they truly vanquished were their fellow Demon Cultivators.

At the same time, the blackness in their eyes deepened.

This was the use of Evil God’s rebirth to perform Planting Devil in Taoist Heart.

Planting Devil in Taoist Heart became rooted in their faith in the Evil God.

Under the terrifying aura of Evil God’s descent, which made all creatures’ hearts palpitate, the deeper the Demon Cultivators’ faith in the Great Wilderness Evil God, the deeper the extent of Planting Devil in Taoist Heart.

This incredible method allowed Planting Devil in Taoist Heart to exert power far beyond its grade.

However, the deep principles involved with the Evil God and Planting Devil in Taoist Heart are impossible for anyone to understand except the skill caster himself.

Onlookers can’t make sense of it, while those inside are trapped in endless madness and slaughter.

In the midst of endless bloodshed, only one thought gradually remains in their hearts:

"I want to become the Divine Lord’s servant!"

"I want to kill everyone and become the Divine Lord’s only servant!"

And just at that moment, that innocent yet eerie voice resounded again in everyone’s hearts:

"You aren’t the only servant."

The group of Demon Cultivators grew enraged.

The voice continued, "The one and only great servant of the Divine Lord is..."

"Mr. Tu."

The previously noisy hall fell silent instantly.

All the Demon Cultivators who had been engaged in manic slaughter, with darkened eyes, looked towards the center of the hall, at Mr. Tu, who sat within the Blood Sacrifice Formation, maintaining a kind of ’summoning’ ritual with a lamp lit before him.

Menacing and eerie killing intent surged.

The Demon Cultivators guarding Mr. Tu felt their scalps prickling.

Everything before them was completely unforeseen.

They had no idea what was happening or who was manipulating events behind the scenes.

They just vaguely felt that since the gate opened, when that blood-covered Monster cultivator carrying a guillotine barged in, it was as if he’d brought in a ’Plague God,’ its eerie spread causing the group of Demon Cultivators to descend into madness, starting endless slaughter.

And now, with all the Demon Cultivators trapped in this setup, everyone was ’infected.’

The focus suddenly shifted towards Mr. Tu.

Toward this servant of the Divine Lord, the Feather Transformation Realm Great Demon Head—Mr. Tu, who had been scheming for thousands of years.

The air froze like ice.

And in that moment, killing intent erupted!

All Golden Core Demon Cultivators, with eyes as black as night, suddenly charged at Mr. Tu, intending to murder the Divine Lord’s only servant, taking his place.

The ten Demon Cultivator guards of Mr. Tu were none other than Late Golden Core Stage experts, representing the top defensive force within this Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation. Yet, amid the relentless waves of attacks from hundreds of Demon Cultivators disregarding their lives, they couldn’t hold.

Soon, some of the guarding Demon Cultivators were overrun, bitten, torn, polluted by Evil Qi, losing their minds, even like other Demon Cultivators, murmuring, "I am the Divine Lord’s only servant," and began to defect, lunging towards Mr. Tu.

Amidst the chaos, someone unknown extinguished the lamp before Mr. Tu.

The Blood Sacrifice ritual was instantly broken.

Backlash hit him, Mr. Tu spat out a mouthful of blood, his Divine Sense grievously damaged, trapped in his physical body’s cage, then overwhelmed by hundreds of Demon Cultivators...

...

The slaughter inside the hall never ceased.

It wouldn’t stop until the last ’servant’ of the Divine Lord remained.

Demonic Qi ran rampant, hearts descended into madness.

Blood flowed like rivers, dead bodies scattered everywhere.

Yet amid such a cruel and bloody scene, no one noticed the slender figure of a young boy slowly emerging.

He was still marked by strange shadows, his gaze profound, calmly stepping over countless Demon Cultivator corpses.

Within the frenzy of blood and eerie slaughter, he ascended the altar step by step.

As if the young Gui Tao was ascending to his throne.