Immortality Through Array Formations Chpater 2318 Chapter 1064: Decapitation_3

The paper crafted from human skin carries a yellowish hue, inscribed with the technique for refining Demon Monsters.

Gruesome illustrations depict the savage dismemberment of humans and Monster Beasts while preserving vital essence, followed by stitching them together following precise rituals. In the end, harnessing human grudge, the beast's wild fury, human Spiritual Power, and the monster's demonic essence, a grotesque, malevolent, immensely potent new Demon Monster is born and fused...

"Time to switch to a new body...

Mr. Tu murmured to himself.

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

Besides, this form had endured too long, fading into a sickly ashen pallor.

Even sly rabbits prepare three lairs; the moment had come to ready a spare vessel.

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

That last sheet bore a handwritten sketch.

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

This served as the formidable "body" Mr. Tu envisioned for himself.

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

"When the Divine Lord rebirths, all under heaven becomes offering!"

"The Divine Lord consumed the Tai Xu Vicious God, and I shall devour the god's vessel in return..."

"The flesh proves frail, Spiritual Root inferior, but comprehension soars high, Divine Sense extraordinarily robust... Discard the impurities, claim only the purest core—graft his head onto this mighty Demon Monster frame, crafting the ultimate container...

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

This depicted head belonged to a strikingly handsome youth.

Its brows and eyes seemed artfully brushed, though rendered in blood... This was Mo Hua's head.

Deep within the Blood and Flesh Maze, Mo Hua continued pondering the Formation. Over recent days, Mr. Tu visited sporadically, insisting verbally against coercion yet slyly provoking and luring Mo Hua, gradually indoctrinating him.

"Right and wrong amount to mere prejudices..."

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

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

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

"Feel no guilt, no 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 merited serving as the head for his reborn form.

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 felt confused but held his tongue.

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

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

Mo Hua showed mild surprise but nodded earnestly.

Mr. Tu turned to go, paused as if recalling something, wavered, then yielded to unease. He pointed a finger at Mo Hua's brow, sealing his Sea of Consciousness anew with a blood thread, reigniting the White Bone Noose.

Mo Hua paled in alarm, blurting, "Sealed Divine Sense bars me from Formation study."

Mr. Tu ignored him entirely.

Evidently, Mo Hua's Formation learning wasn't the priority.

Neutralizing this volatile element by sealing him outweighed all else.

Mo Hua sighed helplessly, fingering the White Bone Noose clenched around his skull, barring his Sea of Consciousness, and couldn't resist questioning right then:

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

Previously, Mr. Tu would have dismissed such queries outright.

Now, with ties to Mo Hua still cordial and Mo Hua's "head" destined as his own possession,

Mr. Tu grew more tolerant of Mo Hua's inquiries.

"A holy artifact from our Great Wilderness, forged from a Divine Beast's tooth bone—it seals divine might and wards off malevolence," Mr. Tu stated tonelessly.

Divine Beast?

Mo Hua felt a spark of curiosity and inquired, "Which Divine Beast?"

Reverence gleamed in Mr. Tu's eyes as he deliberately pronounced every word:

"Pixiu."