The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2316: Decapitation

Deep inside the Blood and Flesh Maze, at the heart of the Blood Sacrifice Array.

Mo Hua kept scrutinizing the human skin that Mr. Tu had handed him, carefully analyzing the marking on it—the Formation Pivot of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation.

As Mo Hua gazed intently, his hands moved in gestures, brows locked in a tight frown.

On this occasion, there was no act of feigned ignorance needed, for this Formation Pivot genuinely tested his ability to comprehend.

Mo Hua possessed deep familiarity with the Mysterious Heaven Great Formation.

Yet the Formation Pivot now facing him surpassed a simple Mysterious Heaven Great Formation. Put more precisely, it had been "grafted" upon the Mysterious Heaven Great Formation through the Great Wilderness Lineage inheritance, enabling the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice "ritual formation."

Concurrently, it functioned as an "offering" Evil Formation.

Although grounded in principles tied to Divine Law, its methods proved savage and drenched in blood—not merely "pure" evil, and far exceeding the bounds of standard formations Mo Hua had pursued.

Additionally, wariness toward Mr. Tu remained essential.

Nevertheless, Mo Hua refused to accept that Mr. Tu harbored pure goodwill, sharing formations openly simply from "cherishing talent."

A guarded mindset proves indispensable.

Hence, Mo Hua meticulously probed the malevolent and ruthless aspects embedded in this Blood Sacrifice Formation Pivot, exercising utmost caution to evade any schemes from Mr. Tu.

Concurrently, he needed to thoroughly dissect the architecture of this Blood Sacrifice Array.

Beyond that, he pressed to infer and delve further into the integration of this Blood Sacrifice Array's core with the Mysterious Heaven Great Formation—examining how the array's inner power circulates, forms cycles, and ultimately seals the loop.

Learning alone wasn't enough; he sought mastery, rising to Mr. Tu’s level or higher, claiming the "deity’s" perch to unravel the full Blood Sacrifice deification rite, seizing the fusion and harmony principles linking Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice to the Mysterious Heaven Great Formation.

This demanded robust Divine Sense, vast Array mastery, and devoured immense mental reserves.

With endless layers to contemplate and absorb, his learning pace inevitably dragged.

Mr. Tu cast occasional looks at Mo Hua. Witnessing Mo Hua's immersion in the Blood Sacrifice Formation Pivot, he held back from interrupting, merely letting his gaze shimmer with inner musings before withdrawing silently.

Mo Hua, fully absorbed in formation intricacies, overlooked Mr. Tu's presence for the moment.

In this way, time slipped by.

Mo Hua immersed in intense rumination, practicing repeatedly, sketching over and over, stumbling through failures time and again until Divine Sense drained dry—then he sat to meditate, resuming his drills and explorations...

Mo Hua invested colossal diligence.

Still, as the nucleus of an Evil Path Great Formation, its scale loomed immense.

Mo Hua’s "ambition" soared excessively high, the formation truths he sought too arcane, resulting in myriad defeats within scant time...

After endless sketches met with repeated flops, Divine Sense spent anew, Mo Hua paused briefly and heaved a sigh.

Precisely then, Mo Hua's features stiffened; he whipped around to spot Mr. Tu positioned silently at his side, arrival unnoticed.

Mr. Tu swept his eyes over the heap of ruined formation sketches Mo Hua had botched, uttered no word, but stretched forth his slender, ashen hand to proffer a few objects:

Wax-yellow human skin.

Bright red human blood.

And a pen made from human bone.

Mo Hua's countenance shifted drastically at the view.

Mr. Tu stated: "I won’t force you, but if you cannot learn and your deep contemplation yields no insight, these items can save time and effort, aiding your understanding of the formation."

Observing Mo Hua’s bewildered look, Mr. Tu elaborated with patience:

"Humans, as the leader of all living beings, are born with a spiritual nature."

"Everything about the human body, whether skin, flesh, bone, blood, tendon, veins, organs... are valuable, can be used for Artifact Refining, Alchemy, Rune making, all have wonderful uses."

"The same goes for Drawing Formation."

"Holding the Bone Pen, Divine Sense becomes more active; with Blood Ink, the mind feels harmonious; drawing on human skin, the strokes flow more smoothly... whether learning formations, understanding formations, drawing formations, all becomes twice as effective."

"Especially when your Divine Sense level, your formation attainment, reaches a bottleneck, using the Human Bone Pen, Human Blood Ink, Human Skin Paper to draw formations will temporarily break through this bottleneck, letting you appreciate the subtleties of the next realm."

"Things once impossible to grasp will now be simpler to understand. What once left you perplexed will abruptly turn as clear as daylight..."

Mr. Tu’s voice, formerly rough and grating, now flowed smooth like fine, mellow wine.

Mo Hua gripped his lip hard, his face etched with inner conflict.

Observing Mo Hua’s look, Mr. Tu spoke in a steady tone:

"If I’ve guessed correctly, your Divine Sense stands just a thread away from Twenty Patterns..."

Mo Hua’s heart jolted in alarm; he shook his head vigorously in denial:

"No, I’m still way off."

Mr. Tu’s pupils contracted a bit, realizing a Taixu Gate elder had likely ordered Mo Hua to hide his real Divine Sense Realm from everyone else.

Yet truly, he was only a single step from it...

The divide separating Nineteen Patterns from Twenty Patterns formed an immense Heavenly Chasm.

No one grasped the depth of this chasm like Mr. Tu did.

Right now, with Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivation, Mo Hua truly hovered mere inches away—his Divine Sense ready to achieve Core Formation at Twenty Patterns.

Mr. Tu gazed in awe, deep in contemplation.

"What kind of ‘Divine Gift’ did the Fierce God of Taixu Gate grant him, pushing his Divine Sense to grow so vastly..."

Saying he was the deity’s own son would hardly exaggerate.

An unspeakable envy surged through Mr. Tu.

He felt blessed just to serve as a dog to the Divine Lord.

While this boy before him received treatment as a god’s cherished child, favored beyond measure?

In moments, Mr. Tu quelled the resentment churning inside, a subtle smile playing on his lips as he turned and addressed Mo Hua: