Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2309 Chapter 1061: Flesh City (Part 3)

Mr. Tu pulled off his familiar trick once again, pressing his palm like a seal to summon a crimson pathway that fused seamlessly with the wall, unveiling a tunnel of raw flesh.

Then, just as he was about to venture deeper, he paused mid-step, spun around to eye Mo Hua with a trace of suspicion, and swept his hand across Mo Hua's face.

Mo Hua caught a brief flash before his vision drowned in bloody shades, leaving him blind and deaf to the world.

Deep down, Mo Hua understood this was Mr. Tu's precaution against him memorizing the route.

"Follow me."

A voice pierced into Mo Hua's Sea of Consciousness, though it felt less like speech and more like "Divine Sense Communication."

At the same time, a slender blood thread materialized ahead of Mo Hua, beckoning him onward.

Mo Hua had no choice but to trail the blood thread, advancing one cautious step at a time.

Suddenly, the air around him shifted dramatically as he moved.

Mo Hua noticed the ground underfoot felt squishy and adhesive, like treading on fresh meat; a foul odor assaulted his nostrils, mingled with thick Blood Qi that churned his stomach.

Pressing on, the oppressive vibe intensified further, and after an unknown stretch of time, the blood thread vanished.

The Formation's aura grew ever stronger nearby.

Oppression built to a suffocating climax.

Amid it all lingered a faint, rhythmic heartbeat that stole his breath.

"We have arrived."

Mr. Tu's icy voice rang out, then he lifted the seal from Mo Hua.

Senses long suppressed rushed back in a torrent—sinister chills, raw terror, despair, horror, pleas, agony—all crashing over Mo Hua like a tidal wave.

Mo Hua gradually lifted his eyelids, his pupils shrinking in shock.

In that instant, he felt plunged into the heart of "hell."

Yu Er's earlier words reverberated in his mind:

"Many people will die..."

"Blood will flow into the river, bones will pave high towers, human flesh will build cities, all must be connected..."

The nightmare before him brought those words to brutal life.

This was a gruesome blood-flesh city of pure terror.

Blood surged like a protective moat.

City walls rose from piled white bones and heaped flesh, binding it all into a monstrous whole.

Ghostly flames flickered in skulls atop the walls, while anguished faces of the deceased protruded, radiating grief and hopelessness in this Blood Flesh Purgatory.

A chill gripped Mo Hua from head to toe, his hands quivering—whether from rage or fear, he couldn't tell.

The notion of an "Evil God" in his thoughts sharpened into a vivid, haunting image.

Mr. Tu observed Mo Hua quietly, saying nothing, allowing the youth to absorb the gore, revulsion, astonishment, and dread of the spectacle.

After what felt like ages, Mr. Tu spoke measuredly:

"This Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation, do you still wish to learn it?"

Mo Hua's face flashed with dread, drained of color, then went blank and distant; finally, staring at the slaughter-soaked blood-flesh city, he wore a desolate look and shook his head:

"I... I don't want to learn it..."

Mr. Tu let out a scornful sneer: "Is that all your capacity has?"

Mo Hua paled further, anger flaring as his emotions slipped from control:

"You... how many people must you kill... I'm a Formation Master, I don't do such harmful and unjust deeds..."

"And then what?" Mr. Tu's stare turned glacial, cornering Mo Hua, "Demon Path kills, but doesn't Righteous Dao kill people too?"

"I..."

"You've been to Solitary Mountain's tomb, haven't you? Did you see the scenes in there?"

Mo Hua clamped his lip hard, his complexion whitening even more.

Mr. Tu continued: "Solitary Mountain there, didn't many people die? Such a large mine pit, tens of thousands of Loose Cultivators were just lured and buried alive, isn't this killing?"

"This is what you have seen, what you cannot see, Great Families, aristocratic families monopolize, exploit, oppress, or further squeeze, massacre Loose Cultivators, things are happening all over the world. Even at this moment, it continuously occurs."

"And then what, does anyone care?"

"The exploiters live a lifetime of luxury, those who suffer receive no concern until death."

"If a person is humble, then their fate is like grass. You were born a Loose Cultivator, should deeply understand this."

Mo Hua's face twisted in agony.

Mr. Tu gazed at Mo Hua, pausing briefly before his voice gentled:

"This world is like this, for the success of one general, ten thousand bones must wither, if you want to succeed, if you seek Dao, you must step on others' bones, climbing upward step by step."

"Any trace of hesitation, frailty, doubt, aimlessness, or compassion will turn into your greatest vulnerability, hauling you down into the Abyss of defeat, reducing you to mere livestock and straw dogs for others."

"The path to Immortality is built upon mountains of corpses."

"Without preying on others, how can you gather the resources needed for Dao Cultivation?"

"Without suppressing others, how do you rise above them?"

"On this point, Righteous Dao and Demon Path are essentially identical—only Righteous Dao hides behind hypocrisy, crafting excuses and wearing masks. Demon Path is direct, acting boldly without self-deception or misleading others." "Right and evil make no difference. What's deemed evil is also right, and what's right is also evil."

"Once you ascend to a lofty position with a profound Realm, gazing down from on high, you'll understand what it truly means to view all beings as ants—others' lives hold no value whatsoever; they serve merely as the stepping stones for your Great Dao." "Heaven and earth show no benevolence, treating all things as straw dogs. If they are but 'straw dogs,' does it matter if they live or die?"

"If the situation demands it, what harm is there in slaughtering all life?"

Mo Hua's face twisted in turmoil, his expression shifting wildly, as though his entire worldview was being "shattered" piece by piece and crumbling away.

Mr. Tu observed this with deep satisfaction, then spoke to Mo Hua:

"Follow me, and I'll reveal to you the world's most extraordinary formation—one that transforms flesh and bone into the divine, the ultimate pinnacle of wonder..."

A spark of yearning gradually ignited in Mo Hua's once-confused and conflicted gaze, glowing with a newfound allure, as if Mr. Tu's words had ensnared him; almost on reflex, he trailed behind Mr. Tu, treading over countless piles of flesh and bone corpses, venturing deeper into the heart of the blood-flesh city...