Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2306: Chapter 1060: Monster (Part 3)

Mr. Tu was not surprised; this was exactly the level of strength that Mo Hua, as the Formation Leader, ought to have.

Mo Hua’s Formation Painting was also very fast.

All kinds of Formation Diagrams were etched into his heart; when his pen moved it was like drifting clouds, when his pen ran it was like flowing water. The Formation Patterns under his pen were not only flawless down to the tiniest hair, but even carried a kind of consummate, refined charm.

Yet Mr. Tu still frowned.

He knew that Mo Hua could actually go even faster.

This brat was still holding back, not going all out; he was clearly dragging things out on purpose, not sincerely wanting to paint Formations for him...

Mr. Tu’s gaze slightly tightened, but he did not say anything.

Just like that, Mo Hua painted Formations for a full half-day; only when evening came and his Divine Sense was truly exhausted did Mr. Tu finally let Mo Hua go back and rest.

He still shut Mo Hua in the Great Wilderness Prison, and once again used the White Bone Holy Object to Seal Mo Hua’s Sea of Consciousness, so that when Mo Hua was alone he wouldn’t start blindly pondering things, borrow the power of the deity, and stir up trouble.

Mo Hua still kept that dutiful, well‑behaved appearance.

He rested a night in the Great Wilderness Prison, and the next day he was again brought by Mr. Tu to the Blood Sacrifice foundation to paint Basic Arrays for the Large Formation.

Mo Hua still used pen and ink, painting the Formations one stroke at a time, and his speed stayed the same as the day before.

After painting for a day, his Sea of Consciousness was Sealed again and he was thrown back into the great prison.

On the third day, he continued to paint like this.

But Mr. Tu could not hold back anymore.

Mo Hua painted fast, and he painted quite a lot of Formations, but compared to the vast layout of the Large Formation, it was like a cup of water trying to put out a burning cartload of firewood—far, far from meeting his "expectations" for Mo Hua.

Mr. Tu’s expression turned icy as he asked Mo Hua, "Your speed at painting Formations is not only this much, is it?"

Mo Hua looked very serious. "My Formation Painting has always been like this. It’s always been at this speed. I’m already doing my best..."

This ability to spout nonsense with his eyes wide open made Mr. Tu’s eyelids twitch.

"No need to lie to me," Mr. Tu said with a cold laugh. "At that Sword Discussion Conference that day, I was there too. I saw you paint Formations with my own eyes."

Seeing his "lie" exposed, Mo Hua’s face went pale. He simply pressed his lips together and said nothing.

Mr. Tu’s gaze narrowed slightly. In his heart he thought, this brat really has a lot of little schemes, and a thick skin too. Wanting to trick this kid into painting Formations for him was truly not easy.

For this kind of genius, it’s better to tempt than to coerce...

Mr. Tu pondered for a moment, then said, "If you finish painting all the Formations on this wall, I promise I will personally teach you the core Formation Pivot of the Blood Sacrifice Array."

"The core Formation Pivot?!"

Mo Hua was stunned, and then his eyes lit up as he asked, "You will really teach me?"

Mr. Tu nodded. "I never go back on my word. As long as you finish the Formations on this wall, I’ll teach you."

Mo Hua clenched his teeth, struggling inwardly, but his desire for the Large Formation seemed to overwhelm his reason. He nodded and said:

"Fine, it’s a deal!"

Mr. Tu inclined his head, his gaze indifferent, but his heart pleased.

Under Mr. Tu’s layered "temptations," Mo Hua had finally taken the bait.

And with the "core Formation Pivot" as the lure, Mo Hua no longer held back and began to go all out, taking it seriously.

He tossed away the pen in his hand and set all the Spiritual Ink bottles on the ground. Then he sat cross‑legged, his expression solemn, and his entire temperament instantly grew deep and unfathomable.

A vast and heavy Divine Sense rippled out from all around Mo Hua.

The Spiritual Ink in the bottles, drawn by Mo Hua’s Divine Sense, trembled and seethed, merging with his powerful Divine Sense. Then, like fine drifting threads, stream after stream rose into the air and danced.

A sharp light flashed in Mo Hua’s eyes as he extended two fingers and pointed forward.

The chaotic filaments of Spiritual Ink, under Mo Hua’s command, seemed to come alive. Like spirit snakes, they suddenly whipped forward, twisting and winding in midair. At an even greater speed and with a miraculous structure, they wove one orderly Formation after another on the stone wall.

Mo Hua’s Divine Sense poured out like a great river.

But his speed at painting Formations was now more than ten times faster.

Mr. Tu watched from the side.

This scene was not the first time he had seen it. Previously, looking through the Painted Heaven Image, he had seen only a shadow painting; though it had shocked him somewhat, in the end he had not seen it clearly.

But now, being here in person and witnessing it with his own eyes, the impact on his heart and the shock he felt were truly beyond words.

In this world, there really was someone who painted Formations in this way?

Mr. Tu’s pupils quivered slightly.

He too, at Feather Transformation Realm, could use Divine Sense Control Ink, but it was absolutely impossible for him to control it as precisely as Mo Hua—subtle to the smallest detail, ever‑changing, flowing like clouds and water without the slightest hindrance.

What’s more, Mo Hua was painting Second Grade High-Level Formations of the same tier.

That made it even more inconceivable.

Formations of the same Realm were inherently hard to learn and hard to paint; even a normal Formation Master, using a Formation Pen for support, would find it strenuous to draw them. Let alone doing it without a pen, forming a Formation directly through Divine Sense Control Ink.

As for Drawing Ground into Formation, that went without saying.

That required a special fortuitous chance, and comprehension of the Earth Dao Meaning.

Comprehension is a mysterious thing.

If you can comprehend it, then you can understand; if you can’t, no matter how you study, how you practice, how you cultivate, you will never understand.

Even if this Mo Hua had received the favor of the deity and, by borrowing the deity’s mighty power, attained such outrageous attainment in Formations, even without this "deity," his own innate talent and comprehension in Formations were still extremely astonishing.

If such an Evil Monster could be taken under his command, turned from orthodox to demonic, step onto the path of the Evil Formation Master, and then receive the "blessing" of the Master of the Great Wilderness—how strong could his Formations eventually become? It was simply beyond imagination...

Mr. Tu’s gaze flickered.

Mo Hua was still completely focused, like some kind of "monster," manipulating the tentacle‑like Spiritual Ink and going all out to paint Formations.

With a goal, there was motivation, and Mo Hua painted even faster.

When he grew tired, he would rest a bit, recover his Divine Sense, and then continue painting.

He went on like this all the way until night.

Within the Large Formation, the Blood Qi was gloomy and it was hard to tell day from night, but as a Cultivator he could still sense the presence of sun and moon.

When night came, Mo Hua was supposed to return to the prison.

But Mo Hua was somewhat unwilling to go back. He asked Mr. Tu, "How about I just stay here and keep painting Formations?"

Mr. Tu’s brow twitched slightly. "You... don’t need to rest?"

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

Since Mo Hua put it that way, Mr. Tu could not very well refuse.

So Mo Hua stayed behind, continuing to work night and day, throwing himself into the "construction" of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation...

Mr. Tu watched Mo Hua with a deep, inscrutable gaze, and the longer he watched, the more shocked he became.

His talent was strong, his comprehension high, he had the favor of the "deity," he was obsessed with Formations, and he could work with such bitter dedication, painting Formations without rest, day and night.

His talent far surpassed others, and he worked far harder than others.

No wonder his Formation level could reach such a terrifying degree.

He truly was an utterly unreasonable "Formation monster"...