Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2806: Chapter 122: Bone-Carved Spirit Pivot

Lord Lugu was still torturing Jin Wutu, wishing he could completely flay him and crush his bones to vent his rage.

Jin Wutu just kept laughing like a fool, like a piece of rotten meat.

Mo Hua said, "Enough, you’ll kill him if you keep this up, and you won’t get anything out of him."

The voice wasn’t loud, and it sounded young, but coming from Mo Hua, it carried an unspoken weight.

Lord Lugu gradually restrained his anger and withdrew his hands.

Jin Wutu, barely resembling a human form after the beating, was startled and couldn’t help but glance at Mo Hua.

This mere youth in the Foundation Establishment Realm could stop the furious Lord Lugu with just a single sentence...

Jin Wutu’s expression changed, showing a hint of bewilderment and surprise.

Mo Hua waved his hand, summoned some Barbarian Soldiers, and instructed:

"Take this ’traitor’ to the prison, feed him some herbs, heal his wounds, and don’t let him die."

"Yes."

The Barbarian Soldiers took Jin Wutu away.

Lord Lugu looked coldly at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua said calmly, "Slow and steady wins the race, patience keeps one safe. Calm your mind and think about how to interrogate him; the more anxious you are, the more likely things will go wrong."

Lord Lugu remained silent, not expressing anything verbally, and departed without further questioning.

After Lugu left, Mo Hua also quietly pondered how to handle Jin Wutu.

"Physical punishment" probably wouldn’t work.

Even using the Formation Punishment Board would not be effective.

Jin Wutu had been tortured by Lugu, his flesh was blurred, and countless bones were broken, yet he remained resigned, speaking nothing.

Lugu was at the Late Golden Core Stage, definitely more ruthless than Mo Hua. Even if he couldn’t pry open Jin Wutu’s mouth with force, Mo Hua couldn’t either using the formation.

Could it be related to the witchcraft Jin Wutu had learned, the "skin shedding"?

Treating flesh as an extraneous thing, not considering oneself human, so all physical pain could be discarded?

Mo Hua’s brow slightly furrowed.

If so, physical torture wouldn’t work, then he could only attempt mental destruction.

Mo Hua instinctively decided to try "Planting Devil in Taoist Heart."

He took some time, thought over his phrasing, forming a "seed," pondering as he walked towards the prison until he stood before Jin Wutu.

Looking at Jin Wutu, chained in the prison, blood and flesh were all over him. Mo Hua’s mind stirred, ready to speak and activate the Planting Devil in Taoist Heart, but his heart suddenly missed a beat.

In that moment of heart flutter, Mo Hua’s mind instantly cleared considerably.

"What am I doing? Am I using... Planting Devil in Taoist Heart on someone?"

Mo Hua frowned, a strange and inexplicable sense of incongruity arose within him.

Under these circumstances, Planting Devil in Taoist Heart seemed like the best method.

But Mo Hua quickly realized it was also the most "dangerous" method.

The Great Wilderness here was Uncle’s "chessboard."

He was about to use the Planting Devil in Taoist Heart, learned from Uncle, on someone else on Uncle’s chessboard?

Thinking this, Mo Hua was taken aback.

This was no longer a matter of mere audacity...

But the problem is...

Mo Hua had seemingly used a bit of Planting Devil in Taoist Heart spell point before in the Great Wilderness, though only a little bit; might Uncle have noticed?

This was not impossible...

Mo Hua felt inexplicably cold at heart.

However... the Great Wilderness was vast, meaning the chessboard was vast.

Many Cultivators were in the Great Wilderness, meaning there were many pieces.

He was just one piece in the vast chess game, among many others, and Uncle was busy with other matters, maybe he wouldn’t notice him...

Mo Hua felt heavy-hearted.

Any possibility seemed feasible, leaving him unsure.

The prepared "Planting Devil in Taoist Heart," however, couldn’t be used anymore.

Not knowing was fine; ignorance has no fear, and he was unbothered using it.

But now he knew and couldn’t ignore it, and indeed felt dread, even fear.

Even though Uncle might not know about him now, once he gets into the habit of using the Planting Devil in Taoist Heart, and leaves more traces, Uncle would eventually catch him.

Walking by the river often means inevitably getting one’s feet wet.

Those drowned are those who knew how to swim.

Mo Hua took a deep breath and swallowed back the words meant to allure.

But without Planting Devil in Taoist Heart, what method could be used?

What method could break Jin Wutu’s mental defenses, making him speak the truth?

Mo Hua hid in the shadows, silently watching Jin Wutu, gaze profound, as if trying to see through his inner thoughts.

Imprisoned Jin Wutu originally felt nothing.

But under Mo Hua’s gaze, he suddenly felt a trace of unease and terror, as if something dreadful was plotting against him, like an Evil Ghost, perceiving the human heart, was staring at him.

Jin Wutu closed his eyes, refusing to think.

But the more he controlled himself not to think, the more he thought.

Once the human heart reveals a flaw, the most feared things would inevitably emerge.

Gradually, Jin Wutu’s forehead began sweating, unable to withstand the pressure, he started mumbling as if comforting himself:

"No problem..."

"No problem... He’s already dead, already dead..."

He’s already dead?

Mo Hua paused, his gaze flickered, then gradually eased off the pressure from his Divine Thought, fading away.

Once Mo Hua left, the pressure in the prison vanished instantly.

Yet Jin Wutu didn’t feel relieved, influenced by that Divine Thought, he felt the hole within his heart growing larger, his inner fear deepening.