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..."