Chapter 1066: Beheading

In the center of the Blood Sacrifice Great Array, within the Blood Flesh Labyrinth.

Mo Hua was still looking at the human skin that Mr. Tu had given him, learning the brand imprinted on it, the core of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Great Array.

As Mo Hua looked, he gestured with his hand, his eyebrows furrowed tightly.

This time, he didn't need to pretend he couldn't learn, because for him, this core was indeed a bit difficult to master.

Mo Hua was very familiar with Enigma Heaven Great Array.

But the core in front of him was not purely Enigma Heaven Great Array. More accurately, this was a "ritual array method" of the Great Desolate lineage, grafted onto the Enigma Heaven Great Array and used to perform the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice.

At the same time, this was also an evil array used for "sacrifice."

Although its basic principle was related to divine laws, it only meant cruelty and bloodshed, not "pure" evil. However, it still went beyond the normal array categories that Mo Hua had researched.

Furthermore, he still had to be wary of Mr. Tu.

Although currently he and Mr. Tu were in a relatively harmonious teacher-student relationship, Mo Hua did not believe that Mr. Tu was genuinely kind-hearted, teaching him array techniques without reservation out of "urgent need for talent."

One must be guarded against others.

Thus, while Mo Hua had to carefully discern the evil and cruel parts within this Blood Sacrifice core, he also had to be careful and cautious to avoid falling into Mr. Tu's scheme.

At the same time, he still had to meticulously study the framework of this Blood Sacrifice Great Array.

He even had to extrapolate and think deeper about how the core of this Blood Sacrifice Great Array was connected and integrated with the Enigma Heaven Great Array. How the internal array force operated, completed its cycle, and finally closed the loop.

He not only had to learn and master it, but also stand on Mr. Tu's position, or even above him, in a "divine" perspective, to fully understand the complete Blood Sacrifice sealing god ritual and control the unified array principle of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice and the Enigma Heaven Great Array fusion.

This required powerful divine sense, deep array knowledge, and consumed a massive amount of mental energy.

There were many things to think about and comprehend, so learning was naturally slower.

Mr. Tu would come from time to time to glance at Mo Hua, and seeing Mo Hua concentrating on learning the Blood Sacrifice core, he did not disturb him. His gaze flickered, as if lost in thought, then he slowly left.

And Mo Hua, immersed in the world of arrays, did not notice Mr. Tu for a while.

Just like this, time passed.

Mo Hua pondered deeply, learning repeatedly, drawing repeatedly, but failing repeatedly, until his divine sense was exhausted. Then he would meditate, after which he would continue practicing, continue researching...

Mo Hua invested massive blood and effort.

However, this was after all the core of a great evil path array, with a very large scale.

And Mo Hua's "ambition" was also too great, the array principles he was attempting to comprehend were also too deep, so in a short time, he encountered countless failures...

Once again, after repeatedly drawing and repeatedly failing, with his divine sense exhausted, Mo Hua temporarily stopped and sighed.

Just at this moment, Mo Hua's expression changed. He turned his head and discovered that Mr. Tu had somehow already arrived at his side.

Mr. Tu glanced at the large stack of failed array draft papers Mo Hua had drawn and said nothing. Instead, he extended his slender and pale hand and handed over a few items:

Waxy yellow human skin.

Fresh red human blood.

And a pen made of human bone.

Mo Hua's expression changed upon seeing these.

Mr. Tu said: "I don't force you, but if you cannot learn, if you ponder bitterly without a solution, these few things can save time and effort, and help you comprehend the array."

Seeing Mo Hua's puzzled expression, Mr. Tu kindly explained:

"Humans are the spirit of all things, born with spirituality."

"Everything on the human body, whether skin, flesh, bone, blood, meridians, pulse, organs, viscera... are all good things. Used for refining tools, refining pills, making talismans, all have wonderful uses."

"Used for drawing arrays, it is similarly so."

"Holding a bone pen, your divine sense will be more active; dipping blood ink, your mind will feel affinity; drawing on human skin, your pen strokes will be smoother... Whether learning array, comprehending array, or drawing array, it will be twice the result with half the effort."

"Especially when your divine sense level and your array attainment reach a bottleneck, drawing arrays with a human bone pen, human blood ink, and human skin paper will help you temporarily break through this bottleneck and catch a glimpse of the wonder of the next realm."

"What you couldn't understand before will be easier to comprehend. What you pondered bitterly over without a solution will suddenly lead to enlightenment..."

Mr. Tu's originally hoarse voice became gentle, like mellow wine.

Mo Hua bit his lip tightly, his face showing a struggling expression.

Mr. Tu observed Mo Hua's expression and lightly said again:

"If I haven't guessed wrong, your divine sense, reaching twenty patterns, is only that one line away..."

Mo Hua panicked and hurriedly shook his head to deny:

"No, I am still far from it."

Mr. Tu's pupils contracted slightly. He guessed in his heart that there must be seniors from Tai Xu Gate who had specially instructed Mo Hua to keep his mouth shut and not reveal his true divine sense realm to outsiders.

However, he was indeed only a thread away...

Between nineteen patterns and twenty patterns, a natural barrier separated them.

No one was clearer about this gap than Mr. Tu.

And now, Mo Hua, with his Foundation Establishment late stage cultivation, was truly only one step away from his divine thought forming a twenty-pattern core.

Mr. Tu was amazed and puzzled in his heart.

"How much 'divine gift' did that fierce god from Tai Xu Gate give him for his divine sense to grow to this extent..."

To say he was the divine's own son was not an exaggeration.

Mr. Tu's jealousy in his heart was hard to suppress.

He himself was treated like a dog by the divine lord, yet still felt extremely honored.

While this boy in front of him could actually be treated like a son by a divine, favored to the extreme?

Soon, Mr. Tu forcibly dispelled the resentment in his heart. Turning his lips upward with a faint smile, he said to Mo Hua:

"Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice is a quasi-third grade great array, and its second grade core is complex and profound. Although its grade doesn't reach twenty patterns, it is not far."

"With your current divine sense, comprehending it will be exceptionally strenuous."

"But, if you can put aside some 'prejudices' and slightly borrow some 'external force' to enhance your divine sense and comprehension, perhaps you can truly comprehend the core of this Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Great Array."

"Even, under the blessing of these external forces, it is possible... to let you temporarily glimpse the realm above Golden Core."

Mr. Tu's words were full of temptation, "Don't you want to know what it feels like when your divine sense forms a twenty-pattern core?"

Mo Hua, whose divine sense had already formed a core, felt a subtle mix of emotions at that moment, but he had to force himself to show a "yearning" expression, and the next instant, his expression became entangled.

Mr. Tu finally said indifferently: "I said, I don't force you. These things are given to you, whether to use them or not is up to you."

After saying this, Mr. Tu left, leaving Mo Hua alone, furrowing his brows tightly in place, his heart struggling.

Afterwards, Mo Hua continued to comprehend the Blood Sacrifice core.

But this time, his state was not as calm.

Because the human bone, human skin, and human blood were placed within his reach.

Every time Mo Hua comprehended the array and pondered bitterly without a solution, he couldn't help but look up towards the evil path array pen, blood ink, and medium not far away, his gaze tormented.

He even reached out his hand several times, wanting to grasp that white bone pen, but finally bit his teeth and forcibly stopped.

Small impatience leads to the disruption of the great path; one wrong step, and you cannot turn back.

Just like this, he repeatedly "struggled" for a long time, until Mo Hua noticed that Mr. Tu's cold gaze had faded significantly, and then he relaxed a breath and no longer continued to act.

Drawing arrays was tiring, but "acting" was similarly not easy.

Especially acting in front of this old "demon" like Mr. Tu was a great challenge to his acting skills. Of course, it could also be said to be a tempering.

This was also a kind of experience accumulation.

The more he acted, the more he learned to use his divine sense to control his own inner emotions, facial expressions, and even the various subtle changes in his flesh, allowing his acting to reach perfection, with all emotional reactions appearing natural. Later, dealing with similar old monsters could be more at ease.

This was another use of Heaven Derivation Art's divine sense control.

It was something Mo Hua had gradually explored over the years of dealing with various cultivators and demons.

Life is like a play, it all depends on acting.

Seemingly unimportant, but very useful.

"This Mr. Tu is indeed insidious."

"First, he teaches me arrays, making me feel difficulties everywhere, then he gives me a 'shortcut,' wanting me to be 'lazy.' If I'm slightly careless, I'll just follow his path and go astray..."

Mo Hua shook his head.

Noticing that Mr. Tu had relaxed his surveillance, Mo Hua could also concentrate fully on researching the core according to his own ideas.

Only occasionally would he "act a bit," staring at the human skin and human blood with a longing gaze, fooling Mr. Tu.

But after "acting" for a long time, looking at the human skin and human blood, a thought suddenly popped up in Mo Hua's heart:

"If I use these human skin and human blood, my array skills will definitely be stronger, and the absolute array will also be easier to learn..."

"Or... try a bit?"

"Taste what it's like to draw arrays with human blood and human skin..."

As this thought popped up, it immediately ignited in Mo Hua's heart like wildfire, occupying his entire mind.

Driven by curiosity and desire, Mo Hua even truly reached out his hand, wanting to grab that white bone pen, wanting to use this pen, dipping in blood, to draw arrays on the human skin and feel the change in divine sense and the power of the array...

His fingertips were about to touch the white bone pen when a chill instantly surged up in his heart.

In his ears, an ancient, clear bell sound seemed to ring.

Mo Hua shivered, instantly sober, and hurriedly retracted his hand, his heart filled with lingering fear:

"So close, I almost 'acted' myself in."

Every act is a kind of suggestion, both deceiving others and deceiving oneself.

The more suggestions, the more one will believe it to be true, and evil thoughts and desires will also arise in one's heart.

Mo Hua was stern in his heart.

"Next time I encounter something like this, I must heighten my vigilance and not be truly bewitched and influenced by evil desires."

"A gentleman is cautious when alone, and does not deceive in a secret room. The more alone, the more he must restrain himself and guard his heart."

"Only when one's Dao heart is truly firm can ten thousand evils not invade."

"Absolutely, absolutely, take this as a warning."

Mo Hua nodded seriously and then continued to start drawing arrays...

And at this time, in the very center of the Blood Flesh Labyrinth.

It was dark and eerie, with blood and flesh wriggling.

In the midst of a crowd of skulls, an altar was enshrined.

On the altar, a huge evil god statue was enshrined, with a human face, sheep horns, ferocious fangs, and bloodstains, its bones chillingly white.

Mr. Tu, holding a skull in his hand and kneeling in front of the altar, slowly raised his head and looked at the chilling white skull in his hand.

A crack appeared on the skull.

His Great Desolate Bewitching God Sorcery had been broken off.

Mr. Tu frowned.

Such an obscure metaphor, he could detect it and correct himself?

So young, yet his Dao heart could be so firm?

This perseverance was far stronger than that old thing Shangguan Wang, who had lived for several hundred years...

Mr. Tu felt some regret, but more was appreciation. There was also a trace of joy in his gaze.

"This is a good thing..."

Mr. Tu slowly stood up, respectfully bowed to the human-faced, sheep-horned evil god statue, then stepped back from the altar and came to a white bone desk on the side. He unfolded a volume of human skin paper.

The human skin paper was waxy yellow, and recorded on it was the method of refining demons.

Cruel illustrations one by one showed how to dismember people and demonic beasts, maintain a certain level of activity, and sew them together according to certain rules. Finally, utilizing people's resentment, demons' fierce thoughts, people's spiritual force, and demons' demonic force, they were incubated and fused to refine a new, deformed, evil, and powerful demon...

"It's time to change a body..."

Mr. Tu muttered.

His tracks had already been exposed, and his current body carried karma, which would be calculated and detected.

Moreover, this body had been used for too long and already had a pale, deathly gray color.

A cunning rabbit has three burrows; now was the time to prepare another body.

Mr. Tu flipped through the illustrations to the last page.

The last page was a manuscript.

Drawn on the manuscript was a body wrapped in human skin, pieced together from various demons, plus dragon scales and dragon claws, like a half-demon, half-dragon, half-human body.

This was the powerful "body" Mr. Tu was planning for himself.

However, this body had only a torso, but no head.

"When the divine lord revives, all things in heaven and earth are sacrifices."

"The divine lord devours the fierce god of Tai Xu, and I will then devour the fierce god's host..."

"The body is too weak, the spiritual root is too poor, but the comprehension is strangely high, and the divine sense is extremely strong... Then remove the dross, only take the essence, use his head, sew it onto a powerful demon body, this is the most perfect shell..."

Mr. Tu muttered, and then took out the bone pen, dipped it in blood ink, and drew a head on the powerful but deformed demon body in the manuscript.

This head was that of a clear, handsome young boy.

His eyebrows and eyes were like a painting, but drawn with blood...

This head was Mo Hua's head.

In the Blood Flesh Prison, Mo Hua was still researching arrays.

For several days thereafter, Mr. Tu also came to see him from time to time. While claiming not to force Mo Hua, he still occasionally used words to encourage and subtly induce Mo Hua, "brainwashing" him.

"Right and wrong are just prejudices..."

"Those who achieve great things must not choose means and need not have a sense of morality."

"Those who harbor some hypocritical conscience and self-comfort are bound to find it difficult to achieve great things."

"These human bones, human blood, and human skin, although from human bodies, were not killed by you. They are dead, and when their body dies, their Dao perishes. The remaining skin, flesh, bone, and blood are merely dead objects of the world. What harm is there in you taking them to use?"

"You need not feel guilty or sinful."

But no matter how Mr. Tu spoke, Mo Hua only showed superficial struggle. In fact, his heart was firm, and his mind was undisturbed. He fundamentally would not move the human skin and bone pen that Mr. Tu had given him.

Mr. Tu did not blame him. On the contrary, he was still somewhat pleased.

Only cultivators with such firm beliefs were worthy of becoming the head of his new body.

Mo Hua learned slowly, and he also waited patiently.

But several days later, Mr. Tu was just teaching Mo Hua to draw arrays when his expression suddenly changed. He said nothing and just left abruptly.

Mo Hua was unclear why, but he didn't ask.

But less than an hour later, Mr. Tu returned, his face ugly, and instructed Mo Hua:

"I have to leave this Blood Flesh Labyrinth for a period of time. You learn arrays by yourself and don't cause trouble."

Mo Hua was a bit surprised, but he still nodded seriously.

Mr. Tu turned to leave, but suddenly thought of something and was still not at ease. He stretched out his finger, pointed it at Mo Hua's forehead, and activated the white bone tight hoop with blood lines, resealing Mo Hua's sea of consciousness.

Mo Hua was startled and hurriedly said: "If my divine sense is sealed, I won't be able to learn arrays."

But Mr. Tu fundamentally ignored him.

Clearly, whether Mo Hua learned arrays or not was fundamentally not important.

Sealing Mo Hua and eliminating this unstable factor was more important than anything.

Mo Hua had no choice but to touch the white bone tight hoop firmly embedded on his head, which deadlocked his sea of consciousness, and couldn't help but seize the opportunity to ask:

"Mr. Tu, what exactly is this tight hoop?"

Before, Mr. Tu would fundamentally not have answered.

But now, his relationship with Mo Hua was still considered harmonious, and Mo Hua's "head" was already his predetermined possession, belonging to him.

Mr. Tu was also more patient with Mo Hua's questions.

"This is my Great Desolate sacred object, refined from a tooth bone of a divine beast. It can seal gods and ward off evil."

Mr. Tu said lightly.

Divine beast?

Mo Hua was a bit curious and asked: "What divine beast?"

Mr. Tu's gaze flickered slightly, containing reverence, and he slowly said word by word:

"Pi Xiu."