Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2372: Chapter 10083: Religious Con Men

Mo Hua’s heart trembled.

Composed of ancient strange patterns, acquired from the endless Barbaric Wilderness’ Abyssal Swamp, improved by the Great Wilderness Witch and later sealed by the Shen Tu royal family, the Ancient Wilderness Formation Map was etched inside a goat-headed, white bone Evil God statue with a human face...

This was what the Second Elder of the Demon Sect, also the Great Wilderness Witch, told Mo Hua before his death.

Now, he was in the depths of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation, at the core of the Blood and Flesh Maze, on the altar where the true form of the Evil God descended.

And this altar was the forbidden ground of the Evil God, forbidden for mortal beings.

Even Mr. Tu himself might not dare step onto this altar, for fear of desecrating his Divine Lord.

Therefore, this goat-headed, white bone Evil God statue before him was likely the statue the Second Elder spoke of, the one hiding the Ancient Wilderness Formation Map.

Time was urgent, leaving no room for hesitation.

"If I don’t take this chance now, I might never get another opportunity in this lifetime..."

Mo Hua quickly leaped onto the white bone Evil God, releasing his Divine Sense to thoroughly, inch by inch, examine the statue inside and out.

The Evil God statue retained the terrify pressure of the Great Wilderness Evil God.

But Mo Hua had captured and suppressed the "Crown Prince" of the Evil God, so the residual pressure was of no concern to him.

Mo Hua treated this blood-stained, ominous white bone Evil God statue like a toy, examining and researching it thoroughly, until finally, his perseverance was rewarded. Inside the statue’s head, he discovered a strange energy.

This energy was faint, deep, and subtle beyond detection.

It seemed some expert had laid down a Divine Way’s cause and effect, concealing the related secrets.

This nearly "Divine Concealment" technique was very advanced.

Had Mo Hua not been a "Demigod", with Divine Thought Taoism and an uncommon ability, having learned Heaven Yan Jue and mastered Heavenly Secret Calculation, with a sensitive Divine Sense and strong intuition for cause and effect, and having previously heard the related secrets from the Second Elder.

Otherwise, he certainly would not have detected the ancient, earth-shattering secret hidden in the head of this Evil God statue.

And now, this secret was about to fall into his hands.

The Lifebound Formation Map for Core Formation was also beckoning him.

Mo Hua, excited, eagerly leaped onto the head of the Evil God statue, meticulously scanning with his Divine Sense, and indeed found a few cracks at the back of the goat-headed white bone. Inside the cracks, there was a dark hole leading straight to the statue’s skull, with obscure causes and effects hidden within.

Ancient and violent energy subtly surged in darkness.

Mo Hua pressed his face against the Evil God’s skull, reaching his hand into the back of the statue’s head, searching to see what he could pull out.

Just at that moment, there was movement within the hall.

A mass of flesh, devoured beyond recognition by monster cultivators and demon cultivators, began to tremble and then slowly wriggle, absorbing the blood on the ground, reforming into a tall, thin, deathly white human shape resembling a demon monster.

Once the human shape condensed, its aura was weak, pale as paper, exuding an eerie stillness, until its face twisted, revealing a human face.

It was Mr. Tu’s face.

His blood offering ritual had been interrupted by Mo Hua.

The Soul Lamp was extinguished by Mo Hua, causing his Divine Soul to suffer a backlash.

His flesh was also devoured into a bloody mess by frenzied demon cultivators manipulated by Mo Hua’s "Planting Devil in Taoist Heart".

In every sense, he was severely wounded.

But even so, he still hadn’t died.

He had undergone Feather Transformation, having long abandoned his human form, becoming a demon monster, offering everything to the Great Wilderness Evil God, making it impossible for him to just die so easily.

Due to severe injuries to both flesh and Divine Soul, his Divine Sense was muddled.

Yet his life force was exceptionally strong, after recuperation, he finally recovered, his Divine Sense now backtracked, temporarily reconstructing his body.

Mr. Tu finally reopened his death-gray, demon monster-like eyes.

But the next instant, he froze, filled with inexplicable shock and anger.

Surrounded by blood and flesh, severed limbs.

Hundreds of demon cultivators had died, all in horrific and ghastly fashion, seemingly experiencing brutal torture.

The hall was filled with evil thoughts, fear, and despair.

There was a moment when Mr. Tu almost believed he was not in the Blood Sacrifice Hall, but in the Wilderness of Purgatory.

"What happened while I was away?!"

"Why did all the demon cultivators die?"

"How did they die? Who struck them down?"

"Who blew out my Soul Lamp?"

"Who is ruining my grand plan?"

Mr. Tu’s eyes widened, his dark brown irises bulging, filled with anger and confusion.

Moments later, his anger subsided, rationality gradually returned, and Mr. Tu abruptly noticed there was still someone in the hall!

"Who?!"

Mr. Tu suddenly raised his head, his gaze sharp like a sword, looking at Mo Hua on the altar, then suddenly his pupils contracted, shock filled his heart.

Mo Hua?!

This kid isn’t dead?!

The blood sacrificial dagger seals his flesh.

The Holy Artifact of the Wilderness restrains his Divine Soul.

He even arranged for four Golden Core Demons, ordering them that as soon as the Divine Lord awakens, chop the head off Mo Hua with a guillotine, using his Sea of Consciousness and skull to graft onto his new monster body.

Such heavy seals, strict watch, how could this mere Foundation Building Cultivation kid not be dead?

How could he not be dead?

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Mr. Tu’s heart was raging like a storm; it took a few breaths before he gradually saw Mo Hua’s actions, realizing what Mo Hua was doing.

A surge of anger rose in his chest, Mr. Tu’s eyes instantly turned blood-red, his head buzzing, chest almost suffocating.