Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 1900: Chapter 931: Dream Omen

The divine punishment is intensifying; it is a compound sentence for multiple sins.

Mr. Tu’s bones are breaking inch by inch, his flesh twisted into strands, blood seeping into the floor, yet Mr. Tu did not dare resist, did not dare plead, could only endure all this.

His hatred towards Taixu Gate deepened into his bones along with this pain.

If it weren’t for Taixu Gate... the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons wouldn’t have been destroyed, the Rouge Boat wouldn’t have been ransacked, and his plans wouldn’t have been restricted at every turn.

And now, the Demon Sect is being besieged, with the main force still being those twenty Golden Core Elders from Taixu Gate!

Mr. Tu was driven mad with hatred, almost biting through his teeth.

At the same time, the divine punishment also approached its end.

After a series of bone-grinding pain, punishments like the Three Thousand Purgatories of the Great Wilderness, and various torturous punishments embedded in divine thoughts, Mr. Tu finally got a short reprieve.

He had been plotting for a millennium for the master of the Great Wilderness.

The divine punishment he had suffered over this thousand years was far less severe and brutal than this short period.

All this was given by Taixu Gate, which worshipped that Fierce God.

This hatred, he would not forget.

Mr. Tu’s flesh squirmed, white bone grew flesh, flesh regenerated skin, again forming into human shape, prostrating forward before the immense sheep bone statue, bowing his head in respectful return:

”I exhausted my blood and sweat, but the Evil Dragon prepared for the master’s Divine Fetus escaped. It grew a strange heart, feeling its bloodline is noble, unwilling to dedicate everything for you, Divine Lord.”

”I will find it and flay its skin.”

”The Blood Refining Sect, Ten Thousand Demon Mountain... I borrowed their Taoist inheritance, spread the Divine Lord’s reputation, which provoked their covetousness. They also wished to meddle in the Qianxue state boundary and take a share...”

”This is of no consequence. Once the great calamity descends, allowing these true Demon Sects to wreak havoc will also present richer offerings for the resurrection of the Divine Lord...”

”When the time comes, believers will live, non-believers will die, these Demon Sects will be no exception.”

”These Demon Cultivators, habitual killers, disregarding of laws, simply don’t know the true Great Horror beyond their imagination in this world.”

”The Divine Fetus of the Dragon King Temple, it has become silent...”

”The Fierce God of Taixu Gate, truly a formidable foe of the Divine Lord, could suppress the power of the Divine Fetus, indeed terrifying, but that’s all.”

”I have other measures, a more suitable ’Divine Fetus’, as the ’vessel’ for your descent.”

”Circumstances are more urgent now...”

”The Taoist Court has become aware, the families have become cautious, Taixu Gate confronts us binarily, the Fierce God also eyes us covetously.”

”Now, before the Demon Sect even fully developed, it has been thoroughly besieged...”

”Someone is pressing me, leaving me no choice but to advance the plan.”

”Since that’s the case... then I will no longer wait.”

Mr. Tu’s expression turned fierce, ”Next Dao Debate Conference...”

”I will make the Qianxue state boundary rivers of blood, slaughtering tens of thousands of cultivators, turning this piece of heaven and earth into purgatory, to welcome the descent of the Divine Lord!”

Mr. Tu’s expression became feverish, and along with it, his surrounding injuries were rapidly recovering, as if the Evil God in the unseen realm had heard the news of resurrection and was ”rewarding” his loyalty.

Mr. Tu knelt trembling, prostrate on the ground, under the eerie green candlelight, appearing sinister and terrifying as if a demon monster.

”Next Dao Debate Conference... Rivers of blood...”

...

Taixu Gate, Disciple’s Residence.

Mo Hua awoke abruptly, breaking out in a cold sweat.

It was as if he had foreseen something terrifying, even though he was awake, lingering fear remained.

”What’s going on? I... had a nightmare?” Mo Hua murmured.

”No, that’s not right, I don’t even dream, besides...”

”Who dares let me have a nightmare?”

Mo Hua frowned, touched his forehead, finding it cold, drenched in sweat.

Sensing something amiss, he tried tracing the cause and effect, yet his mind moved as if in a boundless sea, finding no way to grasp the source of this lingering dread.

Nor could he fathom what this cause and effect truly was.

”Was it an illusion? Or... am I just too tired?”

Mo Hua remained silent for a moment, still finding no clue, so he lay back on the bed, hoping to sleep more.

But as he rarely sleeps, having been rudely woken after finally sleeping once, sleep eluded him.

”Never mind, I’ll practice formation...”

With unsettled thoughts and indetermined situations, practicing formation was the first thing he’d do.

Mo Hua was accustomed to this.

He delved his divine sense into the Sea of Consciousness, and began consolidating and practicing some nineteen-pattern, even peak nineteen-pattern formations on the Taoist Stele.

Everything requires practice to become proficient, and formations are no different.

According to plan, Mo Hua practiced some Second Grade Nineteen-Pattern High-Grade Formations about ten times, warming up before he started on the Second Grade Twenty-Pattern Reversed Spirit Formation.

This formation, he couldn’t fully grasp or draw yet, but practicing was a start.

After all, his current formation skills had reached a bottleneck, beyond practicing the Ultimate Formation, there were no other formations to learn.

Like this, he practiced until dawn, only then did Mo Hua open his eyes.

Toward the rising sun, soaked in morning light, he routinely cultivated a bit, refining one circulation of Spirit Stone, accumulating a bit of spiritual power, then, as usual, attended class.

Sitting in the Tao Teaching Room, listening to the Elder’s lesson.

From being the ”hidden hand” behind the fall of the Demon Sect, Mo Hua had transformed into a diligent little disciple of Taixu Gate.

A few days later, Mo Hua inquired about the aftermath of the Demon Sect’s fall from Gu Changhuai.

The two of them drank and ate in a restaurant in Tai Xu City.

The restaurant belonged to the Gu Family.

Having contributed much effort to the annihilation of the Demon Sect, Mo Hua was specially treated to another meal by Gu Changhuai to reward him.

Mo Hua didn’t hold back.

He knew Uncle Gu was a ”rich man,” so he wouldn’t spare Spirit Stones for him.

Mo Hua ate as Gu Changhuai took a sip of wine and said to him: