Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2317: Chapter 1064: Beheading_2

"Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice is a Quasi-Third Grade Grand Array, with a Second Grade Formation Pivot inside, complex and profound, although not reaching twenty patterns in grade, it is not far off."

"Given your current Divine Sense, attempting to comprehend it will be extremely difficult."

"However, if you can let go of some ’prejudices’, and slightly use some ’external forces’ to enhance your Divine Sense and understanding, perhaps you truly can comprehend the core Formation Pivot of this Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation."

"Even, under the blessing of these external forces, you might temporarily glimpse the realm above Foundation Establishment."

Mr. Tu’s words were full of temptation, "Don’t you want to know what Divine Sense 20 Patterns Core Formation feels like?"

Mo Hua, whose Divine Sense had already formed a core, felt extremely conflicted, yet he had to force himself to reveal an expression of ’yearning’, and in the next moment, his expression became tangled.

Mr. Tu finally said blandly, "I’ve told you, I’m not forcing you. Take these things, it’s up to you whether to use them or not."

After saying that, Mr. Tu left, leaving Mo Hua alone, frowning, struggling internally.

Later, Mo Hua continued to comprehend the Blood Sacrifice Formation Pivot.

But this time, his state was less calm.

Because human bones, human skin, and human blood were placed within his reach.

Every time Mo Hua attempted to comprehend the formation, pondering yet failing to understand, he couldn’t help but look up at the nearby evil path formation pen, blood ink, and formation media, his gaze tormented.

Several times, he couldn’t help but reach out, wanting to grasp that White Bone Pen, but ultimately he bit his teeth, forcibly restraining himself.

If patience is lost, chaos in the Great Dao follows; one misstep and there’s no turning back.

Thus, he repeatedly ’struggled’ for a long time, until Mo Hua noticed that Mr. Tu’s cold observation had diminished, only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, no longer continuing the act.

While formation painting is exhausting, ’acting’ is equally not easy.

Especially, acting before an old ’demon monster’ like Mr. Tu is a great challenge to one’s acting skills. Of course, it can also be said to be a form of tempering.

This is also an accumulation of experience.

The more one acts, the more one learns to use Divine Sense to control one’s inner emotions, facial expressions, and even the slightest changes in the physical body, elevating one’s acting skills to perfection, making all emotional responses natural, so that when dealing with similar old monsters in the future, one can be more at ease.

This is Heaven Yan Jue, an alternative use of Divine Sense control.

This was explored bit by bit by Mo Hua over the years, dealing with various cultivators and demon heads.

Life is like a play, relying solely on acting skills.

It seems unimportant, but it’s extremely useful.

"This Mr. Tu, truly insidious."

"First teaches me the formation, letting me feel difficulties abound, then offers me a ’shortcut’, wanting me to ’slack off’, so that if I’m not careful, I’ll stray along his path..."

Mo Hua shook his head.

Realizing that Mr. Tu had relaxed his vigilance over him, Mo Hua could then, according to his own idea, fully concentrate on studying the Formation Pivot.

Just occasionally ’acting’, glancing at human skin and blood, eyes showing desire, fooling Mr. Tu.

But after ’acting’ for a long time, looking at human skin and human blood, Mo Hua suddenly, from the depths of his heart, emerged a thought:

"If I use these human skin and human blood, my formation will definitely be stronger, and learning the Ultimate Formation would be easier..."

"Why not... try it?"

"Taste what it’s like to use human blood and skin to paint formations..."

As soon as this thought emerged, it immediately blazed like wildfire in Mo Hua’s heart, occupying his whole mind.

Driven by curiosity and desire, Mo Hua even indeed stretched out his hand, wanting to grab that White Bone Pen, wanting to use this pen, dipped in blood, to paint the formation on human skin, feeling the change in Divine Sense and the power of the formation...

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the White Bone Pen, a chill surged in his heart.

A seemingly ancient, solemn bell chime seemed to ring out beside his ears.

Mo Hua shivered, instantly waking up, quickly retracting his hand, feeling greatly fearful:

"So close, almost ’acted’ myself into it."

Every act is a kind of suggestion, fooling others, and also fooling oneself.

Suggested too often, one will believe it true, and the heart will generate evil thoughts and desires.

Mo Hua’s heart was solemn.

"Next time I encounter such a thing, I must be vigilant, not really be bewitched and influenced by evil desires."

"A gentleman is cautious when alone, does not deceive when in darkness. The more one is alone, the more one should control oneself and keep one’s heart."

"Only when one’s Taoist Heart is truly firm can one truly remain unaffected by all evils."

"Must, must, take this as a warning."

Mo Hua solemnly nodded, then continued to start painting the formation...

...

And at this time, right in the center of the Blood and Flesh Maze.

Sinister and dark, flesh writhing.

In the middle of a cluster of skeletons, an altar is offered.

On the altar, there is a large, grim, blood-stained, white, eerie statue of the Evil God with a human face and ram horns.

Kneeling in front of the altar, holding a skull, Mr. Tu slowly raised his head, looking at the white skull in his hands.

A crack appeared on the skull.

His Great Wilderness Bewitching God Witchcraft was broken.

Mr. Tu frowned.

Even such subtle metaphors can be noticed and self-corrected?

At such a young age, how can the Taoist Heart be so firm?

This determination, compared to Shangguan Wang who has lived for hundreds of years, is far superior...

Mr. Tu felt somewhat regretful but more admiring, his gaze also revealing a trace of delight.

"This is a good thing..."

Mr. Tu slowly stood up, respectfully performed a salute to the statue of the Evil God with a human face and ram horns, then backed away from the altar, coming to a side White Bone desk, spreading open a roll of human skin parchment.