Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2301 Chapter 1059: Killing Formation Master

To form a core as a cultivator, forging one's own Magical Treasure comes first.

Mo Hua faces a unique circumstance; his fleshly foundation and Spiritual Power remain weak, making typical Magical Treasures entirely unsuitable for him.

Forcing the issue would at most yield a mediocre Pill.

His path in cultivation ahead would blend into the ordinary crowd, lagging far behind genius talents, with virtually no way to catch up.

Thus, he had no choice but to forsake standard Magical Treasures and pursue an alternate route, crafting his Magical Treasure via formations—a perfect match for his role as a Formation Master.

Yet selecting the right Life Formation proves just as challenging.

Mo Hua originally intended to create a Life Formation drawing from the Desolate Royal Family's Green Dragon Divine Beast Formation Diagram.

Originating as an Evil Formation from the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, it was inscribed onto Desolate Royal descendant Shen Tuao. Purified later by the Dragon Vein into completion, it got seized and flayed by Mr. Tu, taking the full human skin with it.

Mr. Tu holds the Green Dragon Human Skin Map, placing it beyond Mo Hua's current grasp.

Deriving the Dragon Pattern solo from the Monster Pattern demands immense effort and endless time, uncertain how many years it might consume.

Furthermore, upon deeper reflection, Mo Hua saw the Green Dragon Formation Diagram unfit for himself.

A dragon pattern etched on his skin would surely appear majestic and mighty, yet his fragile body could never endure the wild dragon power's backlash.

Lacking any Desolate Royal Family bloodline from his lowly origins, this Green Dragon Formation—a prized legacy of the Desolate Royal Family—wasn't fated for him to carry.

Besides the Green Dragon Formation Diagram, the lone lead now lies with the Ancient Wilderness Formation Map that the Second Elder referenced.

The Great Wilderness Clan boasts an ancient lineage.

As a veteran shaman from the Great Wilderness Clan, the Second Elder holds vast hidden knowledge and seems trustworthy.

Still, what precisely defines this enigmatic Ancient Wilderness Formation Map, covered in long scales, once forbidden by the Desolate Royal Family and unfamiliar even to Mr. Tu? What sort of formation might it be...

Curiosity and yearning surged in Mo Hua's heart, only for his brows to crease moments later.

Yu Er's location escaped him, just as Mr. Tu's hiding spot for the human-faced, sheep-horned Evil God white bone statue did.

Searching solo through this enormous Evil God Temple for either a person or statue felt hopeless, akin to seeking a needle in an ocean of hay.

This prison cell formed a total dead end too; without Mr. Tu unlocking the door, escape remained impossible.

Should he somehow break free, the Featherization Old Demon lurked outside, gazing at him with greedy intent.

Myriad Golden Core Demons eyed him hungrily as well.

Demons infested the region, foes lurking on all sides.

Beyond that, an even greater headache loomed.

Mo Hua felt the tooth-charms and bone hoop atop his head.

His earlier alarm held some truth; Mr. Tu's bone hoop genuinely locked away his Divine Sense, blocking all Divine Thoughts from reaching out.

Mr. Tu's hunch rang true—sealing his Divine Sense equated to crippling every one of his abilities.

However...

"The Desolate World's sealing treasure... is it really necessary..."

Mo Hua whispered to himself.

Did a simple Foundation Building Cultivator like him truly warrant deployment of the Desolate World's sealing treasure?

Mr. Tu proved excessively lavish indeed...

A faint sigh escaped Mo Hua.

Thus far, portions of his foresight had materialized.

Though isolated, Mr. Tu refrained from slaying him.

Nevertheless, reality strayed from his projections in key ways.

Mr. Tu harbored excessive wariness toward him, surveilling him

much more rigorously than foreseen.

His physical form stayed confined in the cell.

His Divine Thoughts remained sealed within the Sea of Consciousness.

Demons rampaged beyond, as the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation dominated the heavens.

In these dire straits, inaction gripped him; he verged truly on a "dead

end."

Deep in contemplation, Mo Hua knitted his brows, mulling endlessly yet uncovering no viable plan.

For the moment, waiting was his sole option—awaiting shifts in the tide and the emergence of

a chance.

The Evil God's bold scheme to manifest via the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation, an insolent and heaven-defying deed, would undoubtedly provoke fury across Qianxue's realms and even the Central Dao Court, unleashing fierce backlash.

Amid clashes of righteous and demonic powers, such fierce confrontations

inevitably sparked massive upheavals.

Amidst this transformation hid his golden chance.

Therefore, he needed to bide his time with utmost patience.

Yet prior to that, he had to discover a method to dispel the "bone hoop" seal binding his

head.

If not, his Divine Sense sealed away and every ability "shattered", he'd merely stand by powerless even as the chance emerged.

Mo Hua steadied his thoughts, retracted his Divine Sense inside, and commenced internal probing to scrutinize the "bone hoop" atop his skull.

Mr. Tu hadn't elaborated on this bone hoop's beginnings, merely noting it as a treasure handcrafted by a master of his Great Wilderness Clan

thousands of years in the past.

However, Mo Hua speculated that at its heart lay a supremely intricate Divine

Tao Sealing Formation.

That it managed to bind his Divine Thought—pure and golden after devouring Divine Marrow—revealed how profoundly elevated this Divine Tao Formation truly was.

True deities could even fall under its seal.

Still, the catch was Mo Hua not qualifying as a deity by standard measures;

he might scarcely qualify as a "deity" whatsoever.

Deities emerge innately gifted with Divine Skills.

Mo Hua cultivated his deity-resembling Divine Thought on his own. As this sort of "deity", he could ceaselessly grasp the Heavenly Dao, master formations, and weave them using Divine Thought, branding him

an utter "anomaly."

Besides the Evil God incarnation he had "devoured," virtually no one else knew

of this secret.

As Mo Hua kept pushing with inner sight, linking to his Sea of Consciousness to sense the bone hoop's binding, Qianxue State's borders churned with raging tempests and storms, intensifying wildly while expanding to pull in additional states and more cultivators.