Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2347 Chapter 1074: Awakening

His hands were stained crimson, a sticky, seemingly unending flow of blood cascading from his neck.

The burly man, gripped by fear, soon felt anger surge within his eyes. He activated the runes etched upon his body, causing sparks to erupt as his fists, charged with the might of divine symbols, lashed out.

"You fiend, I’ll tear you to shreds!"

Yet, where his fists swept, they met only emptiness; nothing was visible.

He remained oblivious to the nature of the malevolent spirit that had "kissed" him.

As the burly man’s rage intensified, his heart grew turbulent, introducing a flaw into his Taoist Heart and hastening the contamination by wicked thoughts.

The imprint left upon his neck grew into a more vivid crimson, gradually creeping towards his chest.

True Man Situ, startled, promptly summoned the Red Gold Cup, directing its Six Yang light upon the burly man.

Under the radiance of the golden-red cup, the Six Yang Qi seemed to scald the burly man’s neck as if plunged into boiling water. It rapidly withered, even emitting wisps of white smoke.

However, the crimson lip print was also momentarily subdued.

"Cut out the flesh!" True Man Situ commanded urgently.

The Taoist, wielding his Peach Wood Sword, slashed at the burly man’s neck, excising the flesh bearing the mark of the divine thought, thereby removing the lip imprint.

Despite his damaged Primordial Spirit, the burly man cried out in pain. Recognizing the critical nature of the situation, he endured the sharp agony, conjuring a Fire Talisman at the wound. Blazing flames were used to purge the evil Qi, searing his flesh to staunch the bleeding and mend the injury.

Others also deployed their Divine Thought Skills or Magic Treasures, offering protection to the burly man while maintaining vigilant observation.

The monk, too, invoked his prayer beads, unleashing Sanskrit incantations to shield the group.

But as he cast a sideways glance, he suddenly discerned a graceful, sinister shadow materializing beside him. A scarlet mark was rapidly advancing towards him. His heart lurched in alarm, and without hesitation, he amplified the power of his Sanskrit prayer beads to their utmost limit.

The golden Sanskrit repelled the scarlet mark, simultaneously pushing back the shadowy apparition.

The monk’s heart settled slightly, yet in the very next instant, a damp, clammy sensation spread across the back of his neck.

A shiver coursed through his entire body.

"Impossible! The Sanskrit from the Brahman Temple cannot possibly fail to repel this wicked entity!"

"Is my devotion to the Buddha wavering?"

"Am I succumbing to these malevolent thoughts?"

"No, it cannot be..."

The monk clenched his jaw, silencing his exclamations, yet his facial muscles betrayed his inner turmoil with involuntary tremors.

He knew, deep within, that his Buddha Heart remained steadfast. Nevertheless, he couldn't cease questioning himself, pondering the righteousness of his cultivation path, and whether his adherence to religious precepts had weakened.

The more he endeavored to reaffirm his Buddha Heart, the heavier the burden of self-doubt grew in his soul.

And with each rising doubt, fear blossomed further within him.

It was as if every cultivation endeavor throughout his life had been fundamentally flawed.

It was precisely this erroneous cultivation path, he reasoned, that rendered him vulnerable to the evil object's seductive influence.

Having emerged from the shadows and journeyed a considerable distance, continuously battling monsters and spirits with heightened vigilance, the suppressed emotions now surged back like an overwhelming tide, engulfing the monk and constricting his breath.

As his mind succumbed to confusion, he then glimpsed, in the distance, a figure approaching. It was an exceptionally graceful, incredibly delicate silhouette.

Possessing skin like ice and bones of jade, clad in sheer fabric that offered tantalizing glimpses of allure, she stirred an unbearable yearning within. Her face was one of exquisite beauty, her eyes like alluring pools, and her fair, jade-like feet seemed to tread directly upon the monk’s heart with every step.

The monk fiercely suppressed the desires welling up within him, his gaze unwavering as he muttered:

"You wicked being, do not dare to disturb my Buddha Heart!"

"All worldly attachments are but fleeting flesh; beautiful women are merely decaying skeletons."

The monk activated his mental technique, intoning, "Worldly dust, flesh; beautiful women, skeletons." Subsequently, the delicate and enchanting figure indeed began to undergo a transformation.

Her flower-like face and moon-like visage decayed into putrid flesh.

The skin of ice and bones of jade gradually dried and decomposed, revealing the

stark white skeleton beneath.

The monk's desires receded, leaving his spirit as placid as still water.

But before he could truly exhale in relief, it felt as though time itself had reversed.

The visage resembling rotten mud transformed once more into alabaster skin, regaining its vibrant beauty.

Flesh regenerated upon the white skeleton, and beneath the beautiful skin, it once

again coalesced into that captivating figure.

Moreover, unclothed, she became even more alluring.

The monk's carnal desires surged anew, like a rekindled flame.

"Fair ladies are but decaying bones..."

He held firm to his heart-protecting incantation.

Yet, the spectral image of the woman before him once more morphed from

mere mud and bone into an alluring form.

His desires momentarily subsided, only to surge back in the next instant, as the rotten flesh and bleached bones reformed into a tempting figure.

Despite the monk's ceaseless chanting of protective spells, her exquisite face and moonlike countenance remained captivating, her icy skin and jade-like bones ceaselessly ensnaring his heart.

His mental fortitude began to fracture, and the monk’s heart filled with dread.

Still, he could only stand transfixed as the graceful, jade-like figure advanced towards him, step by deliberate step.

Before his very eyes, the stark white of the bones grew more vivid, his senses assaulted by the fragrant scent of her body, tinged with the metallic note of blood.

The monk understood: the rosy beauty before him was nothing more than decaying flesh, mere skeletal remains.

But no matter how he attempted to sever his desires, no matter how he strove to alter his perception, a beauty was, undeniably, a beauty.

For a fleeting moment, a thought even surfaced in his mind:

Whether decayed flesh or bone, to be intimate with such unparalleled beauty – what a profound fortune, a blessing spanning three lifetimes! Why concern oneself with its true form?

The instant this thought bloomed, a fire kindled within the monk’s heart, yet a chilling emptiness simultaneously crept in.

He knew, with absolute certainty, that he was doomed...

One who adheres to precepts typically possesses dulled desires.

But once those very precepts are shattered, desires erupt like a catastrophic flood, raging and unstoppable.

Precisely as if sensing the shift in his heart, the enchanting woman’s lips curved into a seductive smile, her eyes brimming with waves of intoxicating allure.

Her lips, stained the color of blood, were vividly irresistible.

The woman then drew close, embracing the monk, her lips brushing repeatedly against his cheeks and neck.

An overwhelming desire, potent and corrosive, began to consume the monk.

A deep sense of joy mingled with profound regret and stark fear washed over the monk, his features contorted in a struggle of agony.

Moments later, a brilliant light, the hue of Six Yang Red Gold, flared into existence, engulfing the captivating woman and reducing her to a withered, desiccated husk.