Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2308 Chapter 1061: Flesh City_2

"With the righteous path sealed off and stained by slaughter, tell me," ghostly flames flickered ominously in Mr. Tu's eyes, "into what will this formation genius transform, and what path can he possibly follow?"

Shangguan Wang's eyes quivered faintly.

Should that scenario unfold, Mo Hua, that young lad, would face rejection from the Righteous Dao, left with no way forward, compelled to devote his body and soul entirely to the Great Wilderness God Master, evolving into a fearsome Demon Path Formation Master with no turning back.

A chill crept into Shangguan Wang's heart as he gazed upon Mr. Tu.

Mr. Tu went on, "Thus, I harbor no fear of him sketching formations or studying them—in fact, I welcome it eagerly."

"The further he delves into drawing and mastering them, the more entangled he becomes in this matter, the harder it grows for him to break free."

"And all these entanglements point toward just one inevitable road..."

That road demands pledging loyalty to the Great Wilderness Master, serving as a devoted slave, charging through flames and floods without a second thought.

Mr. Tu let out a cold sneer, "I dragged this kid into the Ten Thousand Demons Gathering precisely so every sect leader across the realm could witness it firsthand."

"To confirm that he collaborated with us, not just attending the Ten Thousand Demons Gathering but also laying his hands on and inscribing the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation himself."

"Once he's done that, there's no question—he's a demon cultivator through and through!"

"Unless he possesses the prowess to wipe out every Golden Core Demon in this Evil God Temple without leaving a single trace..."

"Otherwise, with countless demon cultivators as eyewitnesses, the evidence stands ironclad—spread to the Righteous Dao, and no amount of wit can save him from conviction!"

The Cultivation World brims with peril, where the gravest dangers lurk in these subtle exchanges.

A single stumble between righteous and demonic paths spells everlasting ruin.

Regardless of youth or genius, all are eventually lured by cravings and manipulated by destiny, inching toward their doom.

Mr. Tu's stare turned icy, his lips twisting into a wicked grin.

Deep worry filled Shangguan Wang's eyes as he regarded Mr. Tu.

Meanwhile, under Mr. Tu's "guidance," Mo Hua remained blissfully ignorant, pouring his focus into array inscription, blind to the deeds he was undertaking or had already completed.

As a result, the arrays he etched multiplied, amplifying his "role" in the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation.

After countless days elapsed, Mo Hua's unceasing toil finally blanketed an entire towering cliffside with his formations.

With the last stroke finished, Mo Hua let go completely, slumping to the ground in utter fatigue.

Though he held the title of Formation Leader, though his mastery ran deep, though he inscribed arrays swiftly and his Divine Sense replenished rapidly.

Filling such a vast section of the foundational grand formation single-handedly proved immensely draining nonetheless.

On top of that, his use of "Divine Sense Control Ink" drained an enormous quantity of Divine Sense, imposing even greater strain on his Sea of Consciousness.

Yet through this grueling work, Mo Hua reaped substantial gains too.

By repeatedly practicing intricate and abundant basic formations, he grasped the core structure of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation crystal clear.

Long periods of Divine Sense Control Ink and full dedication to formation

painting intensified the load on his Sea of Consciousness, rendering it tougher and his control keener by nature.

Moreover, as Mo Hua wielded Divine Sense Control Ink, he wove in some clever computational tricks.

Through etching countless formations, his Divine Thought-based tricky calculations honed and bolstered somewhat.

Such a chance comes rarely.

Normally, Mo Hua lacked the abundance of Spiritual Ink, formation media, or leisure to pour out his Divine Sense freely and inscribe arrays without restraint.

It felt like Mr. Tu was generously "sponsoring" his array training.

Not just supplying the space, diagrams, and materials, but even confining him to grant ample time for array

inscription.

Reflecting on this, Mo Hua couldn't help feeling he'd come out ahead.

He nearly viewed Mr. Tu as a "noble soul."

What's more, Mr. Tu might play the "benevolent figure" even further soon...

After a brief rest, Mo Hua sat in meditation to restore his Divine Sense. He inspected every formation and tested their activation. The array patterns linked seamlessly, brilliant light erupting as spiritual power surged without obstruction.

Satisfied there were no flaws, Mo Hua nodded before seating himself cross-legged on the

ground, eagerly awaiting Mr. Tu's arrival.

A short time later, a cold shiver crawled up his spine, as though some ghostly presence had drawn near.

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, and he whipped his head around to behold Mr. Tu's spectral form, his ashen face gaunt and elongated, resembling a dangling corpse.

Mo Hua rose swiftly, cupping his hands respectfully as he greeted, "Mr. Tu, I've finished

painting."

Mr. Tu gave a faint nod, then lifted his gaze to behold the massive cliff face. Intricate patterns wove densely across it, every stroke and line carved with masterful precision like the work of an expert artisan. The design was utterly harmonious, radiating a blinding splendor that concealed infinite grandeur within its elaborate depths. He could not mask the astonishment stirring deep within.

"Mr. Tu..."

"Mr. Tu?"

After Mo Hua called out twice, Mr. Tu regained his composure and slowly turned to face him.

"I've finished painting these formations; can you teach me the formation pivot of the large formation?" Mo Hua inquired.

Mo Hua's gaze shone with eager anticipation, overflowing with pure hunger for knowledge.

Mr. Tu's eyes sharpened a bit as he nodded, replying, "I can."

With those words, he added, "Come with me," before turning and departing.

Unable to contain his delight, Mo Hua trailed after Mr. Tu, traversing the three cliffs, crossing rivers of fresh blood, slipping into a hidden chamber, and arriving at a certain wall.