"The Taoist Court Seven Pavilions are nad 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 phenona, 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 phenona and calculations, extrely profound, not sothing ordinary cultivators or even formation masters can comprehend."
"In your lifeti, 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 phenona, calculate heavenly secrets, draw upon the power of the cosmos..."
"Is this the Taoist Court making a move?"
"Are Heavenly chanism 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 chanism Cultivators were.
And also, whether he himself might soday 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 ti 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 mont to do sothing.
But what to do?
Mo Hua frowned, pondered for a while, and gradually ford an idea.
The next ti Mr. Tu ca 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 , 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
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 consud his "bait."
This wasn't a big deal.
Since the bait was cast, one naturally has the awareness of the bait being consud.
But now, there's just the one thing that only Mo Hua, who has consud 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 sched 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 comnt, "Formation is vast and profound, continue learning" then left.
But his leaving, and not asking Mo Hua for help, didn't an 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 ans 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 sa 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 resentnt, "what exactly are you planning to do?"
The hall was full of demon cultivators, all looking at Mr. Tu.
If it were usual tis, 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 nurous 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 fa 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 sowhat 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 sa
realm.
Even his cultivation was only at Foundation Establishnt.
Why did he, a Feather Transformation expert, dread a Foundation
Establishnt cultivator?
Mr. Tu found it sowhat ludicrous, yet couldn't help frowning, stewing,
unable to decide for a long ti.
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 sothing 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 to bring about the resurrection of the Divine Lord..."
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