The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2301: Killing Formation Master

To form a core, every cultivator must first craft their personal Magical Treasure.

Mo Hua's circumstances stand out uniquely; his body and Spiritual Power foundation remain too frail, rendering typical Magical Treasures utterly incompatible for him.

Forcing the matter would at most yield a commonplace Pill.

His cultivation path ahead would then merge into the ordinary throng, trailing far behind true geniuses with virtually no way to bridge the gap.

Hence, he had to forsake standard Magical Treasures, opting for an unconventional route by employing formations to create his own, a choice that perfectly befits his status as a Formation Master.

Yet, picking the ideal Life Formation presents an equally daunting challenge.

Mo Hua originally aimed to build his Life Formation around the Green Dragon Divine Beast Formation Diagram of the Desolate Royal Family.

Originating as an Evil Formation from the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, it was etched onto Desolate Royal descendant Shen Tuao, then cleansed by the Dragon Vein to reach completion—only for Mr. Tu to snatch and flay it, claiming the entire human skin it adorned.

The Green Dragon Human Skin Map now rests in Mr. Tu’s possession, beyond his immediate grasp.

Deducing the Dragon Pattern solely from the Monster Pattern would prove immensely arduous and prolonged, potentially spanning countless years.

After thorough reflection, Mo Hua concluded the Green Dragon Formation Diagram simply wouldn't work for him.

While a dragon pattern etched on his skin would exude awe-inspiring might, his delicate physique couldn't endure the ferocious rebound of draconic might.

Lacking any Desolate Royal Family bloodline from his modest origins, he wasn't fated to carry this ancestral Green Dragon Formation.

Besides the Green Dragon Formation Diagram, the sole lead left is the Ancient Wilderness Formation Map referenced by the Second Elder.

The Great Wilderness Clan boasts an ancient legacy.

As an elder shaman from the Great Wilderness Clan, the Second Elder holds vast hidden knowledge and seems trustworthy.

But what precisely is this Ancient Wilderness Formation Map, long suppressed and forbidden by the Desolate Royal Family—unknown even to Mr. Tu? What sort of formation might it entail...

Curiosity and yearning surged in Mo Hua’s heart, yet his brows soon knitted tight.

He had no idea of Yu Er’s whereabouts, nor where Mr. Tu had stashed the white bone statue of the human-faced, sheep-horned Evil God.

In the immense expanse of this Evil God Temple, locating a single person or statue alone was like chasing a needle in an ocean of hay.

This dungeon led nowhere; without Mr. Tu unlocking the exit, escape remained impossible.

Even breaking free, the Featherization Old Demon lurked outside, gazing hungrily at him.

Myriads of Golden Core Demons eyed him with ravenous greed as well.

Demons infested every corner, foes lurking in all directions.

Beyond that, an even greater headache loomed.

Mo Hua fingered the tooth-charms and bone hoop atop his head.

His earlier alarm wasn't wholly pretended; Mr. Tu’s bone hoop genuinely locked away his Divine Sense, blocking any Divine Thought from reaching out.

Mr. Tu had judged right—sealing his Divine Sense crippled every trick up his sleeve.

However...

"The Desolate World’s sealing treasure... does it really need to be..."

Mo Hua whispered under his breath.

Would such an extravagant Desolate World treasure be wasted on sealing a mere Foundation Building Cultivator like him?

Mr. Tu truly spared no excess...

Mo Hua let out a faint sigh.

Thus far, portions of his foresight had proven accurate.

Though isolated, Mr. Tu refrained from slaying him.

Still, reality diverged from his projections in key ways.

Mr. Tu treated him with excessive wariness, surveillance far tighter than foreseen.

His form now languished in captivity.

His Divine Thoughts confined within his Sea of Consciousness.

Demons rampaged beyond, the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation dominating the heavens.

Faced with this, he stood powerless—a true "dead end."

Mo Hua creased his forehead in intense contemplation, mulling endlessly yet discovering no viable plan.

For the moment, waiting was his only recourse, biding time until circumstances shifted and chances emerged.

The Evil God’s brazen scheme to manifest via the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation would surely provoke fury across Qianxue’s realms, even drawing the Central Dao Court’s mighty crackdown.

In fierce clashes between righteous and demonic powers, such turmoil bred massive upheavals.

And amid that chaos hid his opening.

Thus, patient endurance was essential.

But first, he needed to devise a method to shed the sealing "bone hoop" from his head.

With his Divine Sense sealed and every one of his methods "destroyed", Mo Hua would be utterly powerless, forced to merely observe if any opportunity emerged.

Mo Hua steadied his thoughts, withdrew his Divine Sense within himself, and initiated an inward probe to examine the "bone hoop" encircling his head.

Mr. Tu had not revealed the precise origins of this bone hoop, stating only that it was a treasure handcrafted by an expert of his Great Wilderness Clan thousands of years prior.

Mo Hua suspected, however, that at its heart lay a supremely sophisticated Divine Tao Sealing Formation.

Its ability to suppress his Divine Thought—pure and golden after it absorbed Divine Marrow—revealed that this Divine Tao Formation possessed an extraordinarily elevated tier.

Even deities could find themselves bound by such a thing.

Yet Mo Hua was no ordinary deity; he might not even truly qualify as a "deity".

Deities emerge innately, gifted with Divine Skills from birth.

Mo Hua’s Divine Thought, resembling that of a deity, had been cultivated through his own efforts.

And as this sort of "deity", he could persistently grasp the Heavenly Dao, master formations, and erect them via Divine Thought, marking him as a profound "anomaly".

Besides the Evil God incarnation he had "devoured", virtually no one else was aware of this secret.

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As Mo Hua kept striving with inner vision, linking to his Sea of Consciousness while sensing the bone hoop’s restrictive seal, chaotic tempests raged across Qianxue’s state border—growing ever more violent, expanding further, and ensnaring additional state borders along with their cultivators.