Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2293 Chapter 1056: Shangguan Wang (Part 2)

Mo Hua followed Mr. Tu into the grand hall, continued walking forward, passed by the murals of demon monsters in the Great Wilderness Purgatory, and then stepped onto a long flight of stairs.

But these stairs did not lead upward; instead, they led underground, the deeper they went, the darker it became, the narrower it got, the more humid, the more eerie, until finally reaching the place Mr. Tu had prepared for Mo Hua:

A dungeon.

This dungeon was very deep, very enclosed, dark and lightless, surrounded by cliff-like walls, just looking at it evoked despair.

Mo Hua silently observed for a moment, then reminded Mr. Tu:

"I am the prodigy of the Qianxue Debate, the Formation Leader, people often call me the 'Taixu Gate Crown Prince!..."

The implication being, you actually want the "Crown Prince" to live in such a place?

As the "chief steward" of the Great Wilderness Evil God, isn't your way of hospitality a bit too rude?

Mr. Tu calmly said, "This is already the most solemn treatment. Locking you here, you can rest assured, and I can have peace of mind."

"Please." Mr. Tu said politely, but his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like a demon creature.

Under the eaves, one cannot help but bow.

Mo Hua had no choice but to enter the prison honestly.

Mr. Tu sealed the prison door and left without saying a word to Mo Hua, but before reaching the dungeon entrance, he sternly instructed the Golden Core Demon Cultivators guarding the dungeon:

"Watch over him, do not slack off in the slightest, not a single mistake..."

Mr. Tu didn't finish his words, but all the demon cultivators felt a chill in their hearts.

If a mistake occurred, what fate awaited them as dungeon guards, they knew better than anyone.

These demon cultivators bowed their heads, not daring to breathe.

After Mr. Tu finished his words, he left.

Only after Mr. Tu walked far away, and the spine-chilling sinister aura dissipated, did the demon cultivators slowly straighten up, daring to take deep breaths, while feeling anxious and puzzled.

A demon cultivator with a gloomy face frowned:

"This is the deepest layer of the Great Wilderness Prison, where even late Golden Core Stage cultivators are held, those who have undergone Feather Transformation have been held before, and yet now it holds only a little Foundation Establishment cultivator?"

"Even Mr. Tu himself is cautious and shows no negligence... who exactly is this

kid?"

Just as the other demon cultivators intended to speak, someone rebuked:

"All of you, shut up!"

"Mind your own business, ask fewer questions, the more you talk here, the quicker you die."

At these words, everyone fell silent.

A tall and menacing demon cultivator sneered:

"Mr. Tu is unfathomable, there's a reason behind his actions. Anyone who can make Mr. Tu cautious, even if only in Foundation Establishment, is not someone you can gossip about."

"Be careful not to get entangled in karmic cause and effect, and die at his hands."

At these words, all the demon cultivators fell silent as cicadas in winter.

The Great Wilderness Prison never held ordinary people.

Especially those held in this deep layer of the Great Wilderness Prison.

Some people might not have high realms, but their karmic ties are terrifying. If your Life Chart is not strong enough, getting involved is certain death.

These demon cultivators guarding the Great Wilderness Prison might not understand karmic ties or Life Charts, but they had seen many demonic path colleagues with weak Life Charts die due to karmic ties, so they knew the taboos.

Henceforth, these demon cultivators no longer dared to spy on Mo Hua, nor did any of them dare to approach within three meters of Mo Hua.

Inside the dungeon.

Mo Hua looked up at the ceiling, feeling that the ceiling was very high, narrow like an abyss.

He reached out and touched the walls; the stone walls were incredibly solid, uneven, feeling like human bones.

Under Divine Sense perception, the stone wall bore a high-rank Third-Grade Evil Formation engraved.

The high-rank Third-Grade Evil Formation sealed everything within the prison, slowing Mo Hua's Blood Qi and Spiritual Power flow, even his Divine Sense felt

somewhat dizzy.

"No chance to escape..."

This prison, within the Third-Grade State Boundary, was truly a "dead-end."

Mr. Tu indeed gave him face, confining him here, thoroughly cut off, with no opportunity for maneuver.

Mo Hua sighed slightly, "Well, since I'm here, I might as well stay at ease."

There's much to be done. The current situation is unclear, and it's not wise to

act rashly.

Even under the suppression of the dungeon's Evil Formation, his Divine Sense is

easily wearied.

Given this, I might as well recuperate, and get some sleep.

Inside the prison, the walls were gloomy and oppressive, stained with blood, and the air was filled with the smell of old blood and rot.

Somewhere, Yin energy was seeping through, cold and chilling.

Mo Hua touched his waist and took out his Storage Bag.

To Mo Hua's surprise, Mr. Tu hadn't taken away his Storage Bag.

Of course, there weren't any good things in this Storage Bag anyway, just some

cheap Spirit Stones, formation media, Pills, and Second Grade Formation

Diagram...

The truly good things were hidden inside Mo Hua's Storage Ring.

Even if Mr. Tu confiscated them, he would only be taking "junk."

Mo Hua took out the formation media and brush from the Storage Bag, drew a

Clear Wind Formation to dispel the strange smell in the cell, then drew a Warm Wind Formation to warm himself, fetched a small blanket, covered himself, and lay down on the floor, preparing to get a solid sleep.

But just as he lay down, Mo Hua looked up and saw a huge, bloody eyeball

staring at him.

It's hard to sleep when someone is staring at you.

Let alone being stared at by such a large, bloody eyeball.

Mo Hua calmly said, "You're disturbing my sleep."

Currently, residing within the "headquarters" of the Evil God, he wasn't inclined

to stir up trouble.

Moreover, having just "caten," he wasn't in the mood.

The bloody eyeball trembled sharply, then immediately shut tight.