Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2318 - 1064: Decapitation_3

The yellowish paper crafted from human skin records the technique for refining Demon Monsters.

Cruel depictions illustrate the process of carving up humans and Monster Beasts while preserving vital energy, then stitching them together following precise rituals. Ultimately, merging human malice, the beast's savagery, human Spiritual Power, and the monster's demonic essence, a grotesque, malevolent, formidable new Demon Monster is born and fused...

"Time to switch to a new body..."

Mr. Tu murmured to himself.

His location stood exposed, and this current body carried heavy karma that could be traced and sensed.

Besides, this form had endured too long, now faded to a sickly pale gray.

Even a sly rabbit prepares three lairs; the moment had come to ready a spare body.

Mr. Tu flipped to the final page of the diagrams.

That last sheet bore a handwritten sketch.

The drawing showed a torso swathed in human skin, pieced from assorted Demon Monsters, adorned with dragon scales and claws, blending demon, dragon, and human traits.

This was the mighty "body" Mr. Tu envisioned for himself.

Yet this form lacked a head, possessing only the trunk.

"Upon the Divine Lord’s rebirth, all under heaven becomes offering."

"The Divine Lord consumes the Tai Xu Vicious God, and I shall devour the Vicious God’s vessel in return..."

"The body proves too frail, Spiritual Root inferior, but comprehension shines extraordinarily, Divine Sense immensely potent... Discard the refuse, claim the pure core—attach his head to this mighty Demon Monster frame, crafting the ideal container..."

Mr. Tu whispered, then retrieved a Bone Pen, inked it with Blood Ink, and sketched a head onto the manuscript’s hideous new Demon Monster torso.

This head depicted a strikingly handsome youth.

His features seemed brush-stroked, yet rendered in blood...

This head belonged to Mo Hua.

…

Within the Blood and Flesh Maze, Mo Hua continued scrutinizing the Formation.

In the days that followed, Mr. Tu visited sporadically, insisting aloud he wouldn’t pressure Mo Hua, yet slyly prodding and tempting him, gradually indoctrinating the boy.

"Right and wrong are just prejudices..."

"Great feats demand ruthless means, free from moral shackles."

"Those clinging to false conscience and smug virtue achieve nothing grand."

"These bones, blood, skin from humans—though once people, you didn’t slay them. They perished, their souls dispersed, leaving mere lifeless remnants. What wrong in repurposing them?"

"Feel no guilt or sin."

…

Regardless of Mr. Tu’s words, Mo Hua merely pretended inner conflict outwardly. Deep down, he stayed firm, unshaken, never touching the human-skin Bone Pen Mr. Tu supplied.

Mr. Tu felt unperturbed, even pleased.

Such a resolute Cultivator’s conviction made him perfect as the head for his renewed body.

Mo Hua progressed slowly, so Mr. Tu waited with patience.

Days later, mid-lesson on Formation Painting, Mr. Tu’s face shifted abruptly, and he departed without explanation.

Mo Hua wondered but held his tongue.

Under two hours passed before Mr. Tu returned, face darkened, commanding Mo Hua:

"I must exit the Blood and Flesh Maze briefly; study the Formation alone and stay out of mischief."

Mo Hua showed mild surprise yet nodded earnestly.

As Mr. Tu turned to go, a thought struck him; he paused, uneasy, then pointed a finger to tap Mo Hua’s brow, layering another blood seal over his Sea of Consciousness to revive the White Bone Noose.

Mo Hua startled and quickly protested, "Sealed Divine Sense means I can’t study Formations."

Mr. Tu ignored him entirely.

Evidently, Mo Hua’s Formation progress wasn’t the priority.

Neutralizing this unpredictable element by sealing him outweighed all else.

Mo Hua yielded, feeling the White Bone Noose dug deep into his skull, barring his Sea of Consciousness, and couldn’t resist querying then:

"Mr. Tu, what precisely is this Noose?"

Previously, Mr. Tu would’ve dismissed such a query outright.

Now, with ties to Mo Hua cordial and the boy’s "head" earmarked as his own possession,

Mr. Tu grew tolerant of Mo Hua’s inquiries.

"This relic hails from our Great Wilderness, forged from a Divine Beast’s tooth bone; it binds divine might and wards off malevolence," Mr. Tu stated evenly.

Divine Beast?

Mo Hua’s curiosity stirred, prompting, "Which Divine Beast?"

Reverence gleamed in Mr. Tu’s eyes as he pronounced each word with deliberate slowness:

"Pixiu."