Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2317 Chapter 1064: Beheading_2

"The Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice stands as a Quasi-Third Grade Grand Array, housing a Second Grade Formation Pivot within, intricate and deep, falling short of twenty patterns yet nearing that mark."

"With your present Divine Sense, grasping it would prove immensely challenging."

"Yet, should you shed certain 'prejudices' and borrow some 'external forces' to boost your Divine Sense and comprehension, you might actually unlock the core Formation Pivot of this Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation."

"Moreover, aided by these external forces, you could even briefly peer into the realm beyond Foundation Establishment."

Mr. Tu's words dripped with allure, "Don't you crave the sensation of a Divine Sense with 20 Patterns Core Formation?"

Mo Hua, already possessing a formed Divine Sense core, wrestled with inner turmoil, yet he compelled himself to show 'yearning', only for his face to twist in conflict moments later.

Mr. Tu at last spoke flatly, "I've said it before, I'm not compelling you. These items are yours now—use them or not, your choice."

With those words, Mr. Tu departed, abandoning Mo Hua to furrow his brow in solitary inner strife.

Soon after, Mo Hua resumed studying the Blood Sacrifice Formation Pivot, though his mind now lacked tranquility.

For human bones, human skin, and human blood lay within easy grasp.

Whenever Mo Hua sought to decipher the formation, mulling over it without success, his eyes inevitably drifted to the nearby evil path formation pen, blood ink, and formation media, his gaze filled with torment.

Multiple times, his hand twitched toward the White Bone Pen, desperate to seize it, but each time he clenched his teeth, suppressing the urge through sheer will.

Losing patience invites chaos upon the Great Dao; a single slip leads to no return.

In this way, he 'struggled' repeatedly for an extended period until he sensed Mr. Tu's icy scrutiny waning, at which point he exhaled in relief, dropping the pretense.

Painting formations drains one's energy, yet 'acting' demands equal effort.

In particular, performing before a cunning 'demon monster' like Mr. Tu tests one's acting prowess to the limit. Naturally, it also serves as rigorous training.

Such experiences build invaluable insight.

The more one performs, the better one masters Divine Sense to regulate inner feelings, facial expressions, and even the tiniest bodily shifts, honing acting to flawless heights where every emotion flows authentically—preparing for future encounters with such old monsters with greater poise.

This represents Heaven Yan Jue, a unconventional application of Divine Sense mastery.

Mo Hua had gradually uncovered this through years of navigating encounters with myriad cultivators and demonic figures.

Life mirrors a grand drama, hinging entirely on one's acting ability.

It may appear trivial, but its utility is profound.

"This Mr. Tu is truly cunning."

"He first imparts the formation, making me confront endless hurdles, then dangles a 'shortcut', tempting me to 'slack off' so that a moment's lapse sends me down his twisted path..."

Mo Hua shook his head.

Aware now that Mr. Tu's wariness had eased, Mo Hua immersed himself fully in examining the Formation Pivot as planned.

Merely occasionally 'acting' by glancing at the human skin and blood with feigned longing in his eyes, deceiving Mr. Tu.

However, after prolonged 'acting' and staring at the human skin and blood, a sudden impulse welled from Mo Hua's heart:

"Employing these human skin and blood would surely empower my formations, simplifying the mastery of the Ultimate Formation..."

"Why not... give it a shot?"

"Experience the thrill of inscribing formations on human skin with blood-dipped brush..."

No sooner had this notion surfaced than it ignited like a raging blaze in Mo Hua's heart, seizing his every thought.

Propelled by curiosity and craving, Mo Hua's hand truly extended toward the White Bone Pen, yearning to dip it in blood and trace formations upon human skin, sensing the shift in Divine Sense and the surging array power...

Just as his fingertips neared the White Bone Pen, a cold shiver pierced his core.

An archaic, grave bell toll echoed faintly by his ears.

Mo Hua jolted awake, yanking back his hand in terror:

"That was too close—I nearly 'acted' myself right into it."

Each performance plants a seed of suggestion, deceiving foes and subtly oneself.

Repeated too frequently, it blurs into reality, birthing wicked impulses and yearnings within the heart.

Mo Hua felt a deep solemnity in his heart.

"Should I face something like this again, I must stay on guard and avoid being truly swayed by those malevolent temptations."

"A true gentleman stays cautious in solitude and never strays in the shadows. The greater the isolation, the stronger the need to restrain oneself and safeguard the heart."

"It's only with a truly steadfast Taoist Heart that one can stand immune to all forms of evil."

"I must, must regard this as a stern lesson."

Mo Hua nodded with grave seriousness, then resumed inscribing the formation...

Meanwhile, at the very core of the Blood and Flesh Maze.

Ominous shadows loomed, flesh twisting sinuously.

Surrounded by a heap of bones, an altar rose prominently.

Atop the altar stood a massive, foreboding, blood-smeared white statue of the human-faced, ram-horned Evil God, exuding a chilling eeriness.

Kneeling before the altar while clutching a skull, Mr. Tu gradually lifted his head to stare at the pale cranium in his grasp.

A fissure suddenly split across the skull.

His Great Wilderness Bewitching God Witchcraft had been shattered.

Mr. Tu's brow creased in a frown.

Even these intricate illusions could be discerned and overcome on his own?

How could someone so young possess such an unyielding Taoist Heart?

This level of resolve outshone even Shangguan Wang, who had endured for hundreds of years...

A touch of regret stirred in Mr. Tu, overshadowed by profound admiration, while a spark of glee danced in his eyes.

"This is a good thing...

Mr. Tu rose unhurriedly, offered a reverent bow to the human-faced, ram-horned Evil God statue, then withdrew from the altar to a nearby white bone desk, unfurling a scroll of human skin parchment.