The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2308: Flesh City (2)

"With the righteous path sealed off and stained by slaughter, tell me," Mr. Tu’s eyes gleamed with eerie ghostly flames, "what will this formation prodigy become? What road can he follow?"

Shangguan Wang’s eyes quivered faintly.

Should that scenario unfold, Mo Hua, that boy, would face rejection from the Righteous Dao, bereft of any path ahead, compelled to pledge his body and soul fully to the Great Wilderness God Master, transforming into a horrifying Demon Path Formation Master with no way back.

Shangguan Wang gazed at Mr. Tu, a chill creeping into his heart.

Mr. Tu went on: "Thus, I harbor no fear of him sketching formations or studying them; in fact, I welcome it."

"The further he sketches, the more he masters, the deeper he dives into this matter, the stronger the bonds and repercussions bind him, rendering escape ever harder."

"And all those repercussions point to just a single road..."

To pledge loyalty to the Great Wilderness Master, to labor as a devoted slave and servant, to charge through flames and floods without a second thought.

Mr. Tu let out a cold sneer, "I dragged this kid into the Ten Thousand Demons Gathering precisely so every sect leader in the realm could witness it."

"Once these acts are done, it’s undeniable—he’s a demon cultivator!"

"Unless he possesses the prowess to wipe out every Golden Core demon in this Evil God Temple without a trace..."

"Otherwise, with countless demon cultivators as eyewitnesses, the evidence stands solid; even if the Righteous Dao hears it, no amount of wit can save him!"

The Cultivation World brims with perils, where the gravest threats lurk in these subtle exchanges.

A single slip between righteous and demonic paths spells everlasting ruin.

Regardless of youth or genius, all are eventually lured by cravings and manipulated by destiny, stumbling step by step toward doom.

Mr. Tu’s stare turned icier, his lips twisting into a wicked grin.

Shangguan Wang eyed Mr. Tu, his gaze filled with profound unease.

...

Meanwhile, under Mr. Tu’s "guidance", Mo Hua stayed blissfully ignorant, pouring his focus into array inscription, blind to the nature of his actions or their implications.

As a result, the count of arrays he inscribed kept rising, amplifying his "role" in the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation.

After countless days elapsed, Mo Hua’s tireless day-and-night labor finally blanketed a vast cliffside with his intricate arrays.

With the last stroke finished, Mo Hua let go entirely, slumping to the ground in utter fatigue.

Though he held the title of Formation Leader, though his mastery ran deep, though he inscribed swiftly and his Divine Sense replenished rapidly.

Accomplishing such a massive segment of the foundational grand array solo remained an immense drain.

On top of that, his use of "Divine Sense Control Ink" devoured vast amounts of Divine Sense, straining his Sea of Consciousness even more.

Yet, through this toil, Mo Hua reaped substantial gains too.

By repeatedly practicing intricate and abundant basic arrays, he grasped the core makeup of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation crystal clear.

Prolonged Divine Sense Control Ink and total immersion in array work toughened his Sea of Consciousness, honing his control to a finer edge.

Besides, as Mo Hua wielded Divine Sense Control Ink, he wove in some clever computational tricks.

Through the flood of array inscriptions, his Divine Thought-based tricky calculations got honed and bolstered somewhat.

Such a chance was priceless.

Normally, Mo Hua lacked the abundance of Spiritual Ink, array mediums, or leisure to unleash his Divine Sense fully and inscribe arrays so freely.

Mr. Tu was essentially "funding" his array training.

Supplying the space, the diagrams, the supplies, even locking him in to grant ample time for inscription.

Considering this, Mo Hua felt he’d come out ahead.

He nearly viewed Mr. Tu as a "noble soul."

What’s more, Mr. Tu might play the "good guy" even further soon...

After some rest, Mo Hua sat to meditate, restoring his Divine Sense, then inspected every array and tested their activation. The lines linked seamlessly, erupting in brilliant glow, with spiritual power surging smoothly without blockages.

Once he verified no mistakes remained, Mo Hua nodded before settling cross-legged onto the ground, eagerly awaiting Mr. Tu's arrival.

Moments later, a cold shiver crawled up his spine, as though a sinister presence had drawn near.

Mo Hua's eyes lit up as he swiftly turned his head, spotting Mr. Tu's ghostly form indeed—his ashen face gaunt and elongated, resembling a suspended corpse.

Standing up, Mo Hua cupped his hands respectfully and greeted, "Mr. Tu, I’ve finished painting."

Mr. Tu gave a faint nod, then lifted his gaze to survey the immense cliff face in full. Dense, interlocking patterns crammed every inch, with each stroke and line etched meticulously and accurately as if by a master craftsman—flawlessly unified, radiating brilliant light, concealing infinite magnificence amid the intricacy. He failed to mask the astonishment surging in his heart.

"Mr. Tu..."

"Mr. Tu?"

Having called out twice, Mo Hua watched as Mr. Tu snapped from his trance, gradually turning to regard him.

Mo Hua inquired, "I’ve finished painting these formations; can you teach me the formation pivot of the large formation?"

Anticipation shone in Mo Hua’s eyes, overflowing with a pure eagerness to learn.

Mr. Tu’s eyes sharpened faintly as he nodded, "I can."

With those words uttered, "Come with me," he pivoted and departed.

Joy he could scarcely contain burst forth as Mo Hua hurried after Mr. Tu, navigating the trio of cliffs, fording rivers of crimson blood, slipping into a hidden chamber, and halting before a wall.