Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2026 Chapter 972: Divine Idol

Initially, every detail had proceeded according to the design.

From the Shen Family and Shen Tuao to the Four Symbols Green Dragon Evil Formation Map, everything had been meticulously calculated. The ultimate goal was for everyone to perish within the nightmare, serving as "nourishment" for the Divine Lord’s embryo.

Nothing was meant to be squandered.

Every variable had been accounted for.

So, why?

Despite all the planning, how could the Divine Lord simply vanish?

Terror gripped Mr. Tu, causing his frame to shudder violently. His gaze locked onto Mo Hua as he roared in a fit of rage:

"Speak! What happened in there?"

What answer could Mo Hua possibly give?

That your Divine Lord was slain by me once again?

That the leftover Divine Marrow is destined to be my next meal?

Had he dared to utter such truths, Mr. Tu would surely have devoured him whole, shredding his flesh and grinding his very bones into powder.

Appearing anxious and frightened, Mo Hua wore a mask of total confusion: "I don't know... what are you talking about? What is this 'Lord'?"

Observing the boy's bewildered face, Mr. Tu’s brow furrowed as his thoughts raced.

This brat is merely at the Foundation Establishment stage; his realm is pathetic and his Cultivation shallow. It is entirely possible he remained ignorant of the nightmare's inner workings...

But what truly transpired?

What detail did I fail to see?

A muscle in Mr. Tu’s forehead pulsed, and a sudden shiver struck his heart.

Could it be... Xun Ziyou!

That Sword Cultivator Elder from the Taixu Gate!

"Was the Taixu Gate plotting against me even as I was scheming against them?"

"They seized the opening to send a Sword Cultivator Elder into Solitary Mountain City, deep into the heart of the Divine Temple, and I was the one who personally ushered him into the nightmare."

"Was their true objective the Divine Lord's Divine Fetus all along?"

"And that Sword Cultivator Elder... is it possible he has mastered the Taixu Mind Transforming Sword True Jue?!"

Mr. Tu’s face twisted with dread, his pale form contorting as his bones rattled. "Did I hand-deliver the Taixu Gate’s God-slaying 'sword' directly to the Divine Lord?"

"Did I invite the wolf through my own front door?!"

The brand of Divine Punishment began to throb with agony once more.

Memories of the netherworld's tortures flashed vividly before him.

His complexion turned ashen as he whispered to himself, "No, it is impossible... "

"That Sword Dao Elder had only reached the Late Golden Core Stage. How could he have achieved the feat of transforming Divine Thought into a sword?"

"Even if he had, how could someone of his realm possibly injure the Divine Lord?"

"No, no... "

With his mind in a state of chaotic turmoil, Mr. Tu scanned the room. His eyes soon landed on the unconscious Xun Ziyou, and a murderous glint flickered in his gaze.

Regardless of the truth, it was better to eliminate the threat now.

If he destroyed the physical vessel, it wouldn't matter how powerful the Divine Soul was or if the man could manifest a sword from thought; he would not survive.

Mr. Tu began to stalk toward Xun Ziyou.

"He’s going to kill Elder Xun!"

Realizing the danger, Mo Hua was instantly gripped by panic.

However, as a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, he was no match for the pale, demonic figure of Mr. Tu.

Furthermore, the struggle against the Evil Embryo had been grueling, leaving his Divine Thought utterly depleted. He lacked the strength to use the Shocking God Pupil Skill to stop his opponent.

Suddenly, another figure within the hall stirred and began to rise.

Mo Hua turned, his heart jumping in his chest.

Shen Shouxing!

He survived?

Had he also been pulled into the Evil God's nightmare?

Now that the nightmare had collapsed, had his Divine Sense returned to his body?

"But... why didn't I encounter him within the dream..."

Mo Hua was plagued by questions.

Yet, given the life-or-death situation, there was no time for reflection.

Seeing the pale monster driven by Mr. Tu's Evil Thoughts—bloody sacrificial knife in hand—closing in on Elder Xun, Mo Hua acted on instinct. He pointed at Mr. Tu and cried out in feigned horror:

"It was you! You are the one who murdered Shen Qingsheng!"

Mr. Tu froze.

The disoriented Shen Shouxing suddenly turned his bloodshot eyes toward "Mr. Tu."

Mr. Tu looked every bit the monster: a deformed face, deathly white skin, one hand gripping human hide and the other a gore-stained knife.

He was the perfect portrait of a killer.

Witnessing this gruesome sight, Shen Shouxing felt his soul tremble. His voice came out as a ragged rasp: "You... you killed Qing'er?"

"You murdered my only son?"

Veins of red filled Shen Shouxing's vision.

Mr. Tu offered no denial, remaining silent.

In truth, Shen Qingsheng had indeed died because of him.

He was the one who triggered the nightmare that fed everyone's Divine Thought to the Evil Embryo. If the boy died there, Mr. Tu was the architect of that death.

He was unaware, of course, that Mo Hua had treated Shen Qingsheng like a prize pig, using him as a kite to distract vengeful spirits and ghosts.

Regardless, his silence was taken as a confession.

Stunned as if by a bolt of lightning, Shen Shouxing’s grief instantly transformed into a raging inferno of hatred.

Drawing his sword with his remaining arm, Shen Shouxing’s expression turned feral as he lunged at Mr. Tu with a savage burst of sword light.

"I will have your life... for my son's!"

Driven by pure madness, Shen Shouxing put everything into the attack.

Forced to defend himself, Mr. Tu abandoned his attempt on Xun Ziyou to engage the grieving father.

The battle was fierce; Shen Shouxing’s strikes were desperate and lethal, while Mr. Tu’s counters were treacherous. Sword Qi clashed with blood-red light as shadows danced violently within the Divine Temple, the two locked in a deadly stalemate.

Having successfully diverted the threat, Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

Using the distraction of the duel, he crept over to Xun Ziyou and began whispering urgently:

"Elder Xun, wake up..."

"Hey..."

"Elder Xun, you have to wake up... Don't you dare die now."

There was no response from the Elder.

Desperate, Mo Hua resorted to pinching the man’s philtrum and yanking on his ears. "If you don't wake up, we're all finished..."

Whether it was the threat of death or the sharp sting in his ear, Xun Ziyou finally winced and slowly pulled his eyes open.