The Quest for Immortality

”The Taoist Court Seven Pavilions are named after the Beidou Seven Stars.”

”Therefore, the orthodox inheritance of the Seven Stars Formation is found in the central Taoist Court’s Seven Pavilions and the coexisting Heavenly Observatory.”

”This type of formation can perceive celestial phenomena, calculate heavenly secrets, and when mastered profoundly, one can harness the power of the stars...”

”It is a secret formation of the Taoist Court, involving celestial phenomena and calculations, extremely profound, not something ordinary cultivators or even formation masters can comprehend.”

”In your lifetime, it is very likely you won’t have the opportunity to learn it, and even if you did, you probably wouldn’t be able to learn it...”

Mo Hua pondered in his heart.

”Taoist Court’s secret formations... perceive celestial phenomena, calculate heavenly secrets, draw upon the power of the cosmos...”

”Is this the Taoist Court making a move?”

”Are Heavenly Mechanism Cultivators using the Taoist Court’s Seven Stars Formation to counterbalance the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation, curbing the spread of evil qi, and putting pressure on Mr. Tu?”

Mo Hua thought it was very possible.

It was just unknown who these Heavenly Mechanism Cultivators were.

And also, whether he himself might someday be able to learn a set of this Seven Stars Formation...

”Seven Stars Formation, huh.”

Mo Hua was intensely covetous.

However, now was not the time to consider these things.

Mo Hua’s gaze flickered slightly.

Presently, Mr. Tu was being counterbalanced by the Taoist Court and suppressed by the Seven Stars Formation. Mo Hua sensed intuitively that this was a good opportunity.

Opportunities like this might be fleeting; he must seize this moment to do something.

But what to do?

Mo Hua frowned, pondered for a while, and gradually formed an idea.

The next time Mr. Tu came to ask about the progress of the formation, Mo Hua wouldn’t pretend anymore; he would lay his cards on the table:

”Mr. Tu, I’ve learned it.”

Mr. Tu was startled, ”What?”

Mo Hua nodded and said, ”What you taught me, the Formation Pivot of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice, I’ve learned it all.”

Mr. Tu’s pupils suddenly trembled, looking at Mo Hua, his expression gradually turned cold.

He did indeed want to teach Mo Hua the formation.

But his intention was to increase the difficulty for Mo Hua, making him face the dilemma of comprehending the formation, succumb to temptation, slowly breaking his bottom line, and eventually get used to and completely rely on painting formations with human blood and skin, completing the transformation from a Qianxue ”Formation Leader” to a Great Wilderness ”Evil Formation Genius.”

The formation was the ”bait,” and beneath the bait, there was a big pit.

But Mo Hua directly skipped the pit and consumed his ”bait.”

This wasn’t a big deal.

Since the bait was cast, one naturally has the awareness of the bait being consumed.

But now, there’s just the one thing that only Mo Hua, who has consumed the ”bait,” can help him accomplish.

If Mo Hua could help, it would indeed solve his urgent problem.

This was originally a good thing, but everything was ruined by being too coincidental.

So coincidental that Mr. Tu felt as if he was being schemed by a seemingly innocent Mo Hua.

Mr. Tu looked at Mo Hua.

The purer those eyes, the more they embodied a bit of weirdness, making Mr. Tu uncomfortable.

Mo Hua’s image in his heart grew increasingly strange.

Mr. Tu’s deathly gray eyes just stared at Mo Hua, and after a long while, he still held back from speaking, only giving a perfunctory comment, ”Formation is vast and profound, continue learning,” then left.

But his leaving, and not asking Mo Hua for help, didn’t mean the problem didn’t exist.

The starlight of the Mystic Sky Beidou Seven Stars Formation hung on the horizon.

Mr. Tu felt a blockage in his throat.

Not just the Seven Stars Formation, but within the Blood Sacrifice Array, a group of Demon Heads also started to cause disturbance, and minds were uneasy.

Several days later, at another Ten Thousand Demons Gathering.

The Featherization Old Demon from Yin Corpse Valley questioned Mr. Tu: ”When exactly will the Divine Lord be resurrected?”

The Feather Transformation Demon Head from the Demon Sword Sect, also in a hoarse voice said: ”It’s taking too long, our Demon Sword Sect cannot wait that long.”

The righteous and demon sides slaughter each other brutally, but the righteous side prevails largely. Each day delayed means another disciple of the Demon Sword Sect dies.

Yin Corpse Valley still had Walking Corpses and Iron Corpses for cannon fodder.

The Demon Sword Sect, however, each loss was a Sword Slave disciple resonating with the demon sword.

With the demon path declining nowadays, recruiting disciples wasn’t easy; they couldn’t bear such depletion.

Shangguan Wang said nothing, but his face was somber, looking at Mr. Tu.

Mr. Tu could only say: ”Soon.”

The Featherization from Yin Corpse sneered, ”You said the same ten days ago. Even twenty days ago, you said that.”

”Now with the Seven Stars high overhead, the formation obstructed, Mr. Tu...” a pair of eyes, greenish amidst the deathly decay, looked at Mr. Tu filled with resentment, ”what exactly are you planning to do?”

The hall was full of demon cultivators, all looking at Mr. Tu.

If it were usual times, they wouldn’t dare to ”force the palace” like this.

But now, with Qianxue Ancestor guarding outside, aristocratic family and sect cultivators swarming, Taoist Court officials numerous as hawks, such formidable foes outside, the Blood Sacrifice’s progress repeatedly delayed, moving slowly.

If this drags on, they all must die.

Mr. Tu’s expression was icy.

A bunch of demons crazed and greedy, unmanageable, only the resurrection of the Divine Lord could fulfill the promise.

Similarly, only by the resurrection of the Divine Lord could his fame suppress them.

Dragging it further, this group of demon cultivators would themselves instigate a riot.

Now only one person could solve his problem.

And only one person could assist the Divine Lord in ”resurrection.”

However...

Intuitively, Mr. Tu still carried heavy misgivings in his heart, even a touch of inexplicable dread.

This dread was somewhat absurd, even Mr. Tu himself didn’t know exactly what he was dreading about Mo Hua.

The parasitic deity was sealed by the sacred artifact.

While its divine sense was strong, it was only strong compared to the same realm.

Even his cultivation was only at Foundation Establishment.

Why did he, a Feather Transformation expert, dread a Foundation Establishment cultivator?

Mr. Tu found it somewhat ludicrous, yet couldn’t help frowning, stewing, unable to decide for a long time.

This Ten Thousand Demons Gathering naturally ended in discord.

The malevolence surging in these demon cultivators, if not vented soon, would eventually erupt in chaos, and the situation would spiral out of control.

Returning to the secret chamber, Mr. Tu sat silently, pondering alone, but after much thought, he ultimately had only one choice.

Outside were Qianxue’s forces, the Taoist Court officials, and the Mystic Sky Beidou Seven Stars Formation.

Inside were the urgings of the Evil God, potential chaos among the demon cultivators.

Faced with internal and external troubles, Mr. Tu had no choice.

He must do everything possible to expedite the Divine Lord’s descent. .

”As for Mo Hua...”

Mr. Tu caressed the human skin paper in his hand, which depicted a Demon Demon Map, with Mo Hua’s head on the demon monster...

”Let’s make use of him for now...”

...

In the flesh prison.

Mo Hua was still painting the formation, feeling bored, when suddenly a chill crept up his back. He turned, only to see the corpse-like face of Mr. Tu standing behind him, his gaze indifferent.

Mo Hua was slightly startled, ”Mr. Tu?”

Mr. Tu said faintly: ”There is something I need you to help with.”

Mo Hua asked puzzled: ”What is it?”

Mr. Tu paused slightly, his gaze cold, and slowly said: ”I need you to draw a formation for me to bring about the resurrection of the Divine Lord...”