585 Mr. Tu_1
Qian State, a certain forbidden land.
Underground chamber, dark and ominous.
Within the chamber, an altar was set, on which rested a vast white skull with a human face and ram horns, ferocious fangs, and bloodstains all over.
Mr. Tu knelt before the skull.
His complexion was pale, tinged with a greenish hue; his fingers were slender, as if soaked too long in blood, cracking with blood seeping in.
Mr. Tu’s pupils were hollow, as if something had parasitized him. He hoarsely muttered words, as if speaking to someone or perhaps to himself:
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“That person is dead, his Taoist bones stripped, the gates of Back Ruins will open sooner or later…”
“The living shall die, and the dead shall live…”
“The thousand-year plan is about to make its move…”
“Everything was calculated perfectly…”
“That child… must be taken into our hands. Goodness is the breeding ground for evil; his blood, his flesh, his Sea of Consciousness, are the finest offerings; his Divine Sense, is the best ‘Divine Fetus’…”
“But… he was ‘snatched’ away…”
Mr. Tu’s numb expression suddenly twisted into pain and anger, and blood seeped through his eyes.
As if he had received rebuke, his heart was in a state of terrified guilt and hatred.
“It’s not my fault, not my fault…”
He trembled and said, taking a long time to settle, before he continued:
“That child is gone, vanished to who knows where. To search again would be like divining the heavenly secrets and searching for a needle in the ocean…”
“But the child, he still has a mother, and a father…”
“They can breed again…”
“With the Four Symbols Demon Formation, Feather Transformation Demon Embryo, Karmic Impurity, as soon as his mother leaves Qingzhou City, we can obscure the heavenly secrets and capture her…”
“This action will infuriate the Taoist Court, offend the Shangguan Family and the Wenren Family, destroying the millennia of strategic planning, leaving the Demon Children of Qian State dead or severely injured…”
“But…”
“To die for the Divine Lord is their honor.”
“Capturing the child’s mother is worth everything…”
“With her, we can control Shangguan Yi…”
Mr. Tu let out a cold scoff.
“Shangguan Che is deep and dispassionate, yet his son, deeply emotional, has obvious weaknesses, easily manipulated…”
“…forcing them to bring another child into this world.”
“This child, bearing the legitimate bloodlines of both Shangguan and Wenren, will be in our grasp from birth, the perfect substitute.”
“But…”
Mr. Tu coughed out a mouthful of blood, “…another miscalculation…”
“Someone has disrupted our cause and effect!”
Mr. Tu said angrily.
His eyes suddenly turned blood-red and his voice became shrill and crazed, no longer human: “Who? Who is it?!”
The inhuman voice echoed in the chamber.
Long after, Mr. Tu coughed several times and regained his calm:
“I don’t know…”
“I can’t calculate it…”
“No,” Mr. Tu said through clenched teeth, “I dare not calculate…”
“I see endless fog concealing the heavenly secrets, a mountain of corpses, a sea of dead bodies, a pair of bloody, merciless eyes, the abyss of exploitation, the anomaly of the Great Dao…”
“This is the breath of a Taoist Demon…”
“I…”
Mr. Tu’s eyes showed terror, his teeth chattering, “I… dare not calculate…”
“I would be contaminated…”
“I dare not…”
Mr. Tu shuddered intensely, pounding his head to the ground, bloodying his forehead, constantly muttering “I dare not”…
But just then, fresh blood oozed from atop the human-faced ram-horned skull.
An evil thought invaded Mr. Tu’s Sea of Consciousness.