Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2289 Chapter 1055: Mr. Tu

Within Yanluo Mountain.

The Blood Sacrifice Array continued to function, dense evil qi filled the air, and amid the blood-stained Demon's Cave, Mo Hua curiously wandered about.

Every demon cultivator in Yanluo Mountain had been slain by the Taoist Court, ensuring nothing disturbed his study of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation.

The horde of flesh and demon beasts required nourishment from the blood-soaked earth veins and couldn't venture far from the valley. Staying away from the valley mouth kept the risks low.

Evil spirits drifting through the sky posed no real threat.

So, Mo Hua merged seamlessly into the grand formation, moving freely like a fish in water, taking apart what he wanted, inspecting what caught his eye, with neither humans nor demon beasts to hinder him.

By roaming the outer edges this way, Mo Hua expanded his formation knowledge and gained rich hands-on experience in grand formation uses through close looks at evil formation setups and builds. He gained immense benefits.

Once he had explored sufficiently, Mo Hua headed toward the hidden Formation Pivot Chamber.

Four Golden Core Evil Formation Masters occupied the secret Formation Pivot Chamber.

All four Golden Core Evil Formation Masters lay dead now, their corpses still in place, limbs broken, heads severed.

Mo Hua had given Uncle Gu explicit orders beforehand for this.

At the initial assault on Yanluo Mountain, he directed Uncle Gu to bring Golden Core Stewards, infiltrate this Formation Pivot Chamber, eliminate these Golden Core Formation Masters first, sever their heads, and avoid gazing into their eyes.

In battles, prioritize slaying formation masters.

This tactic stemmed from Mo Hua's long years as a veteran Formation Master.

Uncle Gu executed it flawlessly.

Mo Hua nodded approvingly, then shifted his gaze to the table.

A wine cup sat on the table, an eye inside it swiveling, blood trickling from the eye, blending into the wine and staining it vivid red.

Mo Hua pondered briefly but decided against drinking it.

This item felt too bizarre; best to avoid tasting it.

Mo Hua suspected it served as a tool for Evil Formation Masters to boost their formation Dao comprehension via divine sense enhancement from such oddities.

Yet in this world, few boons come free; all carry a price.

Evil Formation Masters turned to sinister items to bolster divine sense, fortify their sea of consciousness, and grasp formations.

Or they reveled in senseless killing, employing human flesh, bones, and hides to ease formation spell thresholds for mightier arrays; every such deed bore consequences.

Bit by bit, they plunged deeper into the evil path, becoming dependent, forever barred from the authentic Great Dao of Formation.

True formation mastery demands self-reliance, step-by-step learning, endless practice, a focused heart, and constant deep dives. Only then does it truly belong to you and fuse perfectly.

Often, a supposed shortcut leads astray.

True shortcuts lie in steadfast progress along the proper path.

Mo Hua pondered deeply, his eyes sharpening gradually as he cast aside the evil formation's inner temptations. With his Taoist Heart refortified, he returned to examining the Array Plate before him.

This Array Plate formed the Formation Pivot's very core.

It ranked as Third Grade, no less.

Mo Hua probed the formation pivot with his divine sense repeatedly, yet each effort failed.

Even with his twenty-pattern Golden Core-level divine sense, he couldn't command the grand formation's pivot.

His divine sense met resistance from the grand formation pivot.

Refusing to yield, Mo Hua persisted doggedly, deploying his purely golden divine sense—refined by Taoism—to withstand crushing burdens no average Formation Master could handle, forcing his way into the formation core to claim the grand formation pivot.

After countless miraculous tries, the grand formation pivot finally yielded, acknowledging Mo Hua's divine sense authority,

allowing limited control.

Mo Hua's divine sense at last connected to the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation's pivot.

A thunderous rumble shook his sea of consciousness.

Gritting through the searing agony, Mo Hua slowly lifted his eyelids.

An infinite blood-red vista unfolded before him.

Myriad formation patterns like pulsing veins sprawled endlessly, intertwining and stretching afar.

Malevolent energy surged along these blood vessels, channeling through formation patterns to connect every part of the grand formation, transforming the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation into a world-shaking colossal demon awakening slowly...

Linking via divine sense to the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation and beholding this sight, Mo Hua first felt his own triviality.

The grand formation's crimson vastness mirrored an endless ocean, limitless and unfathomable.

He amounted to a mere drop in that bloody sea.

Awe struck Mo Hua, revealing how he had underestimated this grand formation's magnitude before.

This Blood Sacrifice Formation loomed enormous, way beyond his grasp.

This marks the layout of a Quasi-Third Grade Grand Array...

Mo Hua stared in a daze as suffocating helplessness welled up inside.

His earlier views proved too limited, like a frog in a well, brimming with overconfidence.

He believed linking to the pivot would let him tweak the Blood Sacrifice Formation somewhat.

Yet facing its colossal size and intricate design, even comprehending the grand formation appeared daunting.

A touch of frustration hit Mo Hua, but after a fleeting slump, he steadied his mind.

Such immensity suited it perfectly.

Its complexity and elusiveness fit as well.

This deserved the title of grand formation.

A formation of this caliber warranted the lifelong chase by formation masters everywhere.

His own superficiality and miscalculation were fitting too.

Acknowledging one's smallness begins the road to true strength.

Spotting weaknesses and gaps points the way to improvement and steady growth.