Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2306 Chapter 1060: Monster (Part 3)

Mr. Tu felt no shock at all; this was precisely the power level expected from Mo Hua, the Formation Leader.

Mo Hua painted his Formations with impressive speed too.

Countless Formation Diagrams were deeply imprinted in his mind; as his brush danced like fleeting clouds and flowed like running water. The Formation Patterns emerging from his brush were perfect to the finest detail, infused with a polished, masterful elegance.

Mr. Tu frowned nonetheless.

He was aware that Mo Hua was capable of painting even quicker.

This kid was deliberately holding back, refusing to unleash his full potential; obviously stalling and not truly committed to drawing Formations for him...

Mr. Tu's eyes narrowed a bit, yet he remained silent.

In this manner, Mo Hua spent a complete half-day inscribing Formations; only as dusk fell and his Divine Sense was utterly drained did Mr. Tu allow him to return and recover.

He continued confining Mo Hua within the Great Wilderness Prison, once more employing the White Bone Holy Object to seal Mo Hua's Sea of Consciousness, preventing any reckless thoughts or borrowing divine power to cause chaos when alone.

Mo Hua maintained his obedient and compliant facade.

After a night's rest in the Great Wilderness Prison, the following day Mr. Tu escorted him back to the Blood Sacrifice foundation to inscribe Basic Arrays for the Large Formation.

Mo Hua persisted with brush and ink, stroking out Formations meticulously, maintaining the exact same pace as before.

Once the day's painting ended, his Sea of Consciousness got sealed anew and he was cast back into the vast prison.

The third day saw him repeating the same routine.

However, Mr. Tu could no longer restrain his impatience.

Though Mo Hua inscribed swiftly and covered numerous Formations, against the immense scale of the Large Formation, it amounted to a mere drop quenching a raging blaze—nowhere near satisfying his "demands" for Mo Hua.

Mr. Tu's face grew frosty as he questioned Mo Hua, "Your Formation painting speed isn't just this, right?"

Mo Hua appeared utterly earnest. "My Formation Painting has always been this way. It's consistently at this pace. I'm already giving it everything I've got..."

Such blatant fibbing with a straight face made Mr. Tu's eyelids flutter.

"Don't bother deceiving me," Mr. Tu sneered coldly. "I was present at that Sword Discussion Conference too. I witnessed you painting Formations myself."

With his "deception" laid bare, Mo Hua's complexion paled. He merely pursed his lips and stayed mute.

Mr. Tu's eyes sharpened faintly. He mused inwardly that this youngster brimmed with cunning tricks and shameless nerve. Coaxing such a kid into Formation work was no simple feat.

For a prodigy like this, luring worked better than forcing...

Mr. Tu mulled it over briefly, then declared, "Complete all the Formations on this wall, and I vow to teach you the core Formation Pivot of the Blood Sacrifice Array myself."

"The core Formation Pivot?!"

Mo Hua froze in astonishment, his eyes then gleaming as he inquired, "You'll truly instruct me?"

Mr. Tu affirmed with a nod. "I always keep my promises. Finish this wall's Formations, and I'll teach you."

Mo Hua gritted his teeth, wrestling internally, yet his hunger for the Large Formation's secrets overpowered his caution. He nodded and agreed:

"Alright, deal!"

Mr. Tu gave a slight nod, his look detached, though inwardly satisfied.

Beneath Mr. Tu's successive "temptations," Mo Hua had at last bitten the hook.

Lured by the "core Formation Pivot," Mo Hua ceased restraining himself and dove in earnestly with full effort.

He discarded the brush from his grip and arranged all the Spiritual Ink vials on the floor. Then, cross-legged he sat, face grave, his aura shifting to one of profound mystery.

A mighty, weighty Divine Sense surged outward from Mo Hua's form.

Drawn by Mo Hua's Divine Sense, the Spiritual Ink within the vials quivered and boiled, blending with his potent Divine Sense. Like slender silken strands, streams lifted skyward one by one, swirling gracefully.

A piercing glint sparked in Mo Hua's gaze as he thrust two fingers ahead.

Controlled by Mo Hua, the disordered Spiritual Ink threads awakened to life. Resembling agile spirit serpents, they lashed forth abruptly, coiling and spiraling through the air. With blazing speed and exquisite precision, they crafted Formation after orderly Formation upon the stone wall.

Like a mighty torrent, Mo Hua's Divine Sense gushed forth.

Yet now his Formation painting speed surged over tenfold.

From the sidelines, Mr. Tu observed intently.

He had witnessed this spectacle before, but not like this. Earlier, through the Painted Heaven Image, he'd only glimpsed a hazy outline; it had startled him a little, yet true clarity had escaped him.

Now, standing right there and beholding it firsthand, the blow to his heart and the sheer astonishment surging through him defied all description.

Did this world truly hold someone who inscribed Formations in such a manner?

Mr. Tu's pupils trembled faintly.

Even he, in the Feather Transformation Realm, could wield Divine Sense to guide Ink, but matching Mo Hua's precision—down to the finest stroke, fluidly shifting like clouds over rivers, utterly unhindered—was completely out of the question.

What's more, Mo Hua was inscribing Second Grade High-Level Formations of the

same tier.

This fact rendered it all the more unbelievable.

Formations at the same level were notoriously tough to master and depict; even an average Formation Master, bolstered by a Formation Pen, would struggle greatly to render them.

Far less attempting it penless, shaping a Formation purely via Divine Sense Control Ink.

Drawing Ground into Formation went without mention.

It demanded rare fortune and insight into the Earth Dao

Meaning.

Insight defies easy grasp.

Grasp it, and enlightenment flows; fail to, and no amount of study, practice, or cultivation will unlock it. Though Mo Hua might have earned divine favor, channeling otherworldly power for his freakish Formation skills, even absent that "deity," his raw talent and Formation comprehension remained staggeringly impressive.

Imagine recruiting such a prodigious Evil Monster, twisting him from righteous to demonic, setting him on the Evil Formation Master path, then granting the "blessing" of the Great Wilderness Master—how mighty might his Formations grow? The thought boggled the mind...

Mr. Tu's eyes glinted with shifting intent.

Mo Hua stayed wholly absorbed, a veritable "monster," directing the writhing, tentacle-like Spiritual Ink with total commitment to craft Formations. Purpose sparked drive, spurring Mo Hua to inscribe even swifter.

Whenever exhaustion crept in, he'd pause briefly, replenish his Divine Sense, and then

press on with the painting.

In this manner, he persisted right up to nightfall.

Inside the Large Formation, gloomy Blood Qi shrouded everything, blurring the divide between

day and night, yet as a Cultivator, he could still detect the sun and

moon's subtle presence.

Night's arrival meant Mo Hua should return to his prison cell.

Yet Mo Hua felt reluctant to leave. He turned to Mr. Tu, "How about I just stay here and keep painting Formations?"

Mr. Tu's eyebrow twitched faintly. "You... don't need to rest?"

Mo Hua nodded. "I want to work harder and finish the Formations sooner."

With Mo Hua asking so earnestly, Mr. Tu couldn't reasonably deny him.

Thus, Mo Hua remained, toiling endlessly day and night, fully devoting himself to building the "construction" of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation...

Mr. Tu observed Mo Hua with a profound, enigmatic stare; the more he watched,

the greater his shock grew.

Immense talent, profound comprehension, divine "favor," Formation obsession, and unyielding diligence—he painted without cease, day in and day out.

His gifts outshone all rivals, his efforts dwarfed theirs.

Little surprise his Formation prowess hit such horrifying heights. He was truly an absurd "Formation monster"...