Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2308: Chapter 1061: Flesh City_2

”The righteous path is blocked, burdened with slaughter, you tell me,” Mr. Tu’s eyes flickered with ominous ghostly fire, ”what will this formation genius turn into, what path can he take?”

Shangguan Wang’s gaze trembled slightly.

If it truly comes to that, Mo Hua, that kid, will be ostracized by the Righteous Dao, with no path to tread, forced to completely turn both body and soul towards the Great Wilderness God Master, becoming a terrifying Demon Path Formation Master, with no road of return.

Shangguan Wang looked at Mr. Tu, feeling a slight chill in his heart.

Mr. Tu continued: ”Therefore, I don’t fear him drawing formations, I don’t fear him learning formations, rather, I am pleased to see it happen.”

”The more he draws, the more he learns, the deeper he participates in this affair, the deeper the ties and consequences, making it increasingly difficult to escape.”

”And these consequences all lead to only one path...”

That is to swear allegiance to the Master of the Great Wilderness, to serve as a slave and servant, to march through fire and water without hesitation.

Mr. Tu sneered coldly, ”I brought this kid along to participate in the Ten Thousand Demons Gathering so that all the sect leaders across the land can bear witness.”

”To prove that this child once joined forces with us, not only participated in the Ten Thousand Demons Gathering but also personally placed his hand and painted the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation.”

”Having done these things, it is beyond doubt that he is a demon cultivator!”

”Unless he truly has the skill to slaughter every Golden Core Demon here in this Evil God Temple, leaving no corpse behind...”

”Otherwise, so many demon cultivators witness it with their own eyes, facts are irrefutable, told to the Righteous Dao, he cannot defend himself no matter how clever!”

The Cultivation World is treacherous, and the true menace hides within these seemingly insignificant interactions.

One misstep on the righteous or evil path results in eternal damnation.

No matter how young, no matter how prodigious the genius, eventually they will be enticed by desire and toyed with by fate, step by step, leading to their downfall.

Mr. Tu’s gaze grew colder, his lips curled into a sinister smile.

Shangguan Wang looked at Mr. Tu, showing deep apprehension in his eyes.

...

On the other side, under Mr. Tu’s ”enticement”, Mo Hua still remained unaware, diligently drawing formations, seemingly oblivious to what he was doing or had already done.

Thus, the number of formations he painted increased, and his ”contribution” to the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation continued to grow.

After an unknown number of days passed, finally, through Mo Hua’s relentless efforts day and night, an entire majestic cliff face was covered with his formations.

After the final stroke was completed, Mo Hua completely relaxed, collapsing onto the ground in exhaustion.

Even though he is the Formation Leader, even though his expertise is profound, even though he draws formations quickly and his Divine Sense recovers swiftly.

But to complete such a large portion of the basic large formation by himself is still extraordinarily exhausting.

Moreover, he used the method of ”Divine Sense Control Ink,” which consumed a tremendous amount of Divine Sense and places an even heavier burden on his Sea of Consciousness.

Of course, through his exertions, Mo Hua gained significant rewards as well.

Thanks to extensive practice with complex and numerous basic formations, Mo Hua now has a clear understanding of the foundational composition of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation.

Long periods of Divine Sense Control Ink and full dedication to formation painting increased the burden on his Sea of Consciousness, which naturally becomes more resilient, control sharper.

Furthermore, while Mo Hua employed Divine Sense Control Ink, he also used a bit of tricky calculation.

Through painting numerous formations, his tricky calculation with Divine Thought was trained and strengthened to some extent.

This is a rare opportunity.

Under normal circumstances, Mo Hua wouldn’t have so much Spiritual Ink, so many formation media, so much free time to unleash full Divine Sense and draw so many formations recklessly.

It’s as if Mr. Tu was ”bankrolling” his formation practice.

Not only providing a venue, providing formation diagrams, providing materials, but even imprisoning himself to allow Mo Hua sufficient time for formation painting.

Thinking thus, Mo Hua actually felt like he profited.

He almost thought Mr. Tu was a ”great man.”

Moreover, later on, Mr. Tu might want to act even more as a ”good man”...

Mo Hua rested a while, sat down to meditate, recovering his Divine Sense, then checked all the formations and tried activating them. The patterns connected, with radiant light bursting forth, spiritual power flowed without any hindrance.

After confirming no errors, Mo Hua nodded and sat cross-legged on the ground, waiting expectantly for Mr. Tu.

After a while, he felt a chill creeping up his back, as if something eerie had arrived.

Mo Hua’s eyes brightened, quickly turning his head to see indeed the apparition of Mr. Tu, with his deathly pale face, thin and long, looking just like a hanging corpse.

Mo Hua got up, politely cupping his hands in greeting, ”Mr. Tu, I’ve finished painting.”

Mr. Tu nodded slightly, then raised his head to take in the entire grand cliff face, where interwoven patterns densely filled and tightly filled not only each stroke and drawing meticulously and precisely like crafted by a skilled artisan, perfectly coherent, emanating dazzling brilliance, embodying boundless splendor within complexity, and couldn’t hide the shock in his heart.

”Mr. Tu...”

”Mr. Tu?”

Mo Hua called twice, Mr. Tu then came back to his senses, slowly turned his head to look at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua asked, ”I’ve finished painting these formations; can you teach me the formation pivot of the large formation?”

Mo Hua’s eyes were filled with anticipation, brimming with clear thirst for knowledge.

Mr. Tu’s gaze focused slightly, nodding, ”I can.”

Afterward, he said that sentence, ”Come with me,” then turned and left.

Mo Hua couldn’t hide his joy, following behind Mr. Tu, along the three cliffs, across rivers of fresh blood, entering a secret chamber, coming before a wall.