Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2316 Chapter 1064: Decapitation

At the heart of the Blood Sacrifice Array, deep inside the Blood and Flesh Maze.

Mo Hua continued scrutinizing the human skin bestowed by Mr. Tu, intently analyzing the etched mark—the Formation Pivot of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation.

As Mo Hua gazed intently, his hands moved in gestures, brows locked in a deep frown.

This occasion required no act of incomprehension, for the Formation Pivot truly posed a formidable challenge to his understanding.

Mo Hua possessed deep familiarity with the Mysterious Heaven Great Formation.

However, the Formation Pivot at hand surpassed a simple Mysterious Heaven Great Formation. To be precise, it featured the Great Wilderness Lineage inheritance "grafted" onto the Mysterious Heaven Great Formation to execute the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice "ritual formation."

Simultaneously, it functioned as an "offering" Evil Formation.

Although grounded in Divine Law fundamentals, its methods proved brutal and gory—not merely "pure" evil, yet extending far beyond the orthodox formations Mo Hua typically explored.

Additionally, wariness toward Mr. Tu remained essential.

Currently, he and Mr. Tu interacted smoothly, one imparting knowledge while the other absorbed it.

Nevertheless, Mo Hua harbored doubts about Mr. Tu's genuine kindness, sharing formations freely out of simple "eagerness for talent."

A guarded mindset proved indispensable.

Therefore, Mo Hua meticulously probed the malicious and ruthless aspects of this Blood Sacrifice Formation Pivot, exercising utmost caution to evade any traps set by Mr. Tu.

Concurrently, he delved deeply into the structure of this Blood Sacrifice Array.

Beyond that, he needed to deduce profoundly the integration of this Blood Sacrifice Array's core with the Mysterious Heaven Great Formation—examining how its internal array power circulated, formed cycles, and ultimately sealed the loop.

Learning alone fell short; he sought mastery, equaling then surpassing Mr. Tu, ascending to the "deity's" standpoint to grasp the full Blood Sacrifice deification ritual and the fusion principles uniting Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice with the Mysterious Heaven Great Formation.

This demanded robust Divine Sense, extensive Array mastery, and immense mental stamina.

With vast concepts to ponder and absorb, his progress in learning inevitably slowed.

Mr. Tu cast occasional glances at Mo Hua. Witnessing Mo Hua's immersion in the Blood Sacrifice Formation Pivot, he refrained from interruption, merely letting his eyes flicker with inner musings before departing silently.

Meanwhile, Mo Hua, lost in formation intricacies, overlooked Mr. Tu's temporary absence.

In this manner, time elapsed.

Mo Hua immersed in profound thought, practicing and sketching over and over, stumbling repeatedly until Divine Sense depleted—then meditating before resuming practice and exploration...

Mo Hua invested tremendous diligence.

Yet as a pivotal element of an Evil Path Great Formation, its framework loomed massively grand.

Mo Hua's "ambition" reached excessively high, the profound formation truths he pursued far too esoteric, resulting in endless setbacks within a brief span...

After repeated sketches ending in failure once more, Divine Sense drained, Mo Hua paused briefly and heaved a sigh.

Right then, Mo Hua's face stiffened; he whirled around to spot Mr. Tu positioned silently at his side.

Mr. Tu eyed the stack of ruined formation sketches from Mo Hua's failed attempts, uttered no word, but stretched forth his slender, ashen hand to proffer several objects:

Wax-yellow human skin.

Bright red human blood.

And a pen forged from human bone.

Mo Hua's countenance shifted drastically at the sight.

Mr. Tu remarked: "I won't force you, but if your learning stalls and deep meditation brings no breakthrough, these tools can cut time and labor, enhancing your grasp of the formation."

Noting Mo Hua's perplexed look, Mr. Tu elaborated patiently:

"Humans, foremost among creatures, inherently possess spiritual essence."

"All components of the human body—be it skin, flesh, bone, blood, tendons, veins, organs...—brim with value, suitable for Artifact Refining, Alchemy, Rune crafting, each offering extraordinary utility."

"Drawing Formations follows the same principle."

"Wielding the Bone Pen activates Divine Sense sharply; using Blood Ink harmonizes the mind; inscribing on human skin lets strokes glide effortlessly... be it studying formations, comprehending them, or drawing them, results double with half the effort."

"In particular, when the level of your Divine Sense or your formation skills hits a bottleneck, drawing formations with the Human Bone Pen, Human Blood Ink, and Human Skin Paper can temporarily shatter that barrier, enabling you to glimpse the finer points of the higher realm."

"Things that were once out of reach will suddenly be much simpler to grasp. What

once left you baffled will instantly become crystal clear..."

Mr. Tu's voice, once rough and grating, now flowed smooth like fine wine.

Mo Hua clenched his lip hard, his face twisting in inner conflict.

Noticing Mo Hua's look, Mr. Tu spoke in a steady tone:

"I'm guessing correctly that your Divine Sense is merely a hair's breadth from hitting Twenty

Patterns..."

Mo Hua's heart raced in panic; he shook his head vigorously in denial:

"No, I'm nowhere near that yet."

Mr. Tu's eyes sharpened a bit, as he surmised an elder from Taixu Gate had warned Mo Hua to hide his actual Divine Sense realm from

strangers.

Yet truly, he was only one step from it...

A vast gulf separated Nineteen Patterns from Twenty Patterns, like an uncrossable heavenly moat.

No one grasped this divide more deeply than Mr. Tu.

Right now, with Mo Hua's cultivation at late-stage Foundation Establishment, he stood so close; his Divine Sense teetered on the edge of Core Formation at Twenty

Patterns.

Mr. Tu felt awe and sank into thought.

"What sort of 'Divine Gift' did that fearsome deity of Taixu Gate grant him, allowing his Divine Sense to develop this far..."

It wouldn't be too much to call him the god's own flesh and blood.

A profound envy stirred in Mr. Tu.

He himself felt blessed to be regarded as a mere hound by the Divine Lord.

But this young man in front of him was seen as a true son by a god, showered with boundless favor?

Quickly, Mr. Tu suppressed the bitterness surging in his chest, then turned back with a subtle smile curving his lips, and addressed Mo Hua: