The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2306: Monster (part 3)

Mr. Tu felt no astonishment; such prowess was precisely what befitted Mo Hua as the Formation Leader.

Mo Hua's Formation Painting proceeded at an impressive pace too.

Countless Formation Diagrams were deeply inscribed within his mind; his pen glided like drifting clouds and flowed like running water. The Formation Patterns emerging from his brush were impeccable even to the finest strand of hair, while also possessing a perfected, elegant allure.

Nevertheless, Mr. Tu continued to furrow his brow.

He understood that Mo Hua was capable of painting even quicker.

This kid was deliberately restraining himself, refusing to unleash his full potential; he was obviously stalling intentionally, lacking any real intent to draw Formations for him...

Mr. Tu's eyes narrowed a bit, yet he remained silent.

In this manner, Mo Hua spent a complete half-day etching Formations; it was only as dusk fell and his Divine Sense reached true depletion that Mr. Tu allowed him to return and recuperate.

He confined Mo Hua once more in the Great Wilderness Prison, employing the White Bone Holy Object anew to Seal his Sea of Consciousness, preventing Mo Hua from recklessly contemplating matters alone, invoking divine power, and causing chaos.

After resting one night in the Great Wilderness Prison, the following day Mr. Tu escorted him back to the Blood Sacrifice foundation to inscribe Basic Arrays for the Large Formation.

Mo Hua wielded brush and ink once more, stroking out the Formations meticulously, maintaining the exact same velocity as the previous day.

Following a full day of painting, his Sea of Consciousness got Sealed again, and he was cast back into the vast prison.

On the third day, the routine persisted unchanged.

However, Mr. Tu could no longer restrain his impatience.

Though Mo Hua painted swiftly and completed numerous Formations, against the immense scale of the Large Formation, it amounted to mere drops attempting to quench a raging blaze—woefully insufficient for his "expectations" of Mo Hua.

Mr. Tu's face grew frosty as he questioned Mo Hua, "Your Formation Painting speed isn't limited to just this, right?"

Mo Hua appeared utterly earnest. "My Formation Painting has always been this way. The speed has never varied. I'm giving it everything I've got..."

This blatant fibbing with straight-faced innocence caused Mr. Tu's eyelids to flicker.

"Don't bother deceiving me," Mr. Tu sneered coldly. "I attended that Sword Discussion Conference myself. I witnessed your Formation Painting firsthand."

With his "deception" laid bare, Mo Hua's complexion drained of color. He merely pursed his lips and stayed mute.

Mr. Tu's gaze sharpened subtly. Internally, he mused that this youngster brimmed with cunning tricks and shameless audacity. Coaxing such a prodigy into drawing Formations proved no simple task.

For a talent like this, enticement worked better than force...

After a brief contemplation, Mr. Tu declared, "Complete all the Formations on this wall, and I vow to impart the core Formation Pivot of the Blood Sacrifice Array personally."

"The core Formation Pivot?!"

Mo Hua froze in shock, then his eyes gleamed brightly as he inquired, "You'll truly teach it to me?"

Mr. Tu affirmed with a nod. "I always keep my promises. Finish this wall's Formations, and it's yours."

Mo Hua gritted his teeth, wrestling with inner conflict, yet his craving for the Large Formation overpowered his caution. He nodded and agreed:

"Deal, then!"

Mr. Tu gave a slight nod, his expression aloof, though satisfaction stirred within.

Beneath Mr. Tu's successive "enticements," Mo Hua had at last bitten the hook.

Lured by the "core Formation Pivot," Mo Hua abandoned restraint and committed fully, unleashing his utmost effort.

He discarded the brush, arranging all the Spiritual Ink bottles on the floor. Then, seating himself cross-legged with a grave demeanor, his aura shifted to one of profound mystery.

A mighty, oppressive Divine Sense surged outward from Mo Hua's surroundings.

The Spiritual Ink within the bottles quivered and boiled under the pull of Mo Hua's Divine Sense, blending with its formidable might. Stream upon stream ascended like slender threads, twirling gracefully in the air.

A piercing glint sparked in Mo Hua's gaze as he thrust two fingers ahead.

The disordered ink strands, obeying Mo Hua's will, sprang to life like serpentine spirits. They lashed forward abruptly, coiling and spiraling through the void. With astonishing velocity and exquisite precision, they constructed Formation after orderly Formation upon the stone wall.

Mo Hua's Divine Sense gushed forth like a mighty torrent.

Yet his Formation Painting speed had surged over tenfold.

Mr. Tu observed from nearby.

He had witnessed this spectacle before, but not like this. Earlier, peering through the Painted Heaven Image, he'd only glimpsed a hazy sketch; it had startled him a little, yet he hadn't truly grasped its clarity.

Now, standing right there and beholding it firsthand with his own eyes, the profound strike to his heart and the overwhelming shock defied any description.

Did this world truly hold someone capable of inscribing Formations in such a manner?

Mr. Tu’s pupils trembled faintly.

Even he, at the Feather Transformation Realm, could wield Divine Sense to guide the Ink, yet achieving Mo Hua’s level of precision was utterly beyond him—delicate down to the finest stroke, fluid and mutable like drifting clouds over rippling streams, seamless in every motion.

Even more astonishing, Mo Hua was crafting Second Grade High-Level Formations at that very tier.

This rendered it all the more unbelievable.

Formations matching one's own Realm were notoriously tough to master and depict; a typical Formation Master, even aided by a Formation Pen, would struggle immensely to etch them. Forget forgoing the pen entirely, shaping a Formation straight from Divine Sense Control Ink.

Drawing Ground into Formation needed no further explanation.

It demanded a rare stroke of fortune, plus insight into the Earth Dao Meaning.

Comprehension remains an enigmatic force.

Grasp it, and enlightenment follows; fail to, and no amount of study, practice, or cultivation will unlock its secrets.

Suppose this Mo Hua had gained the deity's grace, harnessing divine might to achieve such freakish prowess in Formations—stripped of that 'deity,' his raw talent and grasp of Formations still stood as profoundly remarkable.

Imagine corralling such an Evil Monster under his wing, corrupting the righteous into demonic ways, guiding him onto the Evil Formation Master’s path, then bestowing the 'blessing' from the Master of the Great Wilderness—what peak of Formation strength might he attain? The thought was unimaginably vast...

Mr. Tu’s eyes gleamed with shifting intent.

Mo Hua remained utterly immersed, resembling a 'monster' as he commanded the writhing, tentacle-like Spiritual Ink with full fervor to etch Formations.

Having a clear aim fueled his drive, so Mo Hua inscribed even swifter.

Upon feeling weary, he'd pause briefly to replenish his Divine Sense before resuming the task.

This rhythm persisted straight through to nightfall.

Inside the Large Formation, the oppressive Blood Qi blurred the divide between day and night, yet as a Cultivator, he could still detect the sun and moon's cycles.

Nightfall meant Mo Hua should head back to the prison.

Yet Mo Hua hesitated to leave. He turned to Mr. Tu, 'How about I just stay here and keep painting Formations?'

Mr. Tu’s eyebrow jerked faintly. 'You... don’t need to rest?'

Mo Hua nodded. 'I want to work harder and finish the Formations sooner.'

With Mo Hua insisting so, Mr. Tu had little choice but to agree.

Thus, Mo Hua lingered on, laboring ceaselessly day and night, immersing himself in erecting the 'construction' of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation...

Mr. Tu observed Mo Hua with a profound, enigmatic stare; the more he looked, the greater his astonishment grew.

His aptitude soared, his insight excelled, blessed by the 'deity,' consumed by Formations, enduring grueling toil without pause, inscribing relentlessly through days and nights.

His gifts eclipsed all peers, his diligence outstripped them too.

Little wonder his Formation prowess hit such a horrifying height.

He was indeed a completely illogical 'Formation monster'...