Chapter 1068: Seven Star Array

Ink painting's divine thought body, because he cultivated the Tian Yan Jue, looked like a ten-year-old immortal child. His skin was fair and white like jade, emitting a golden light. Now, a dragon horn grew from his forehead. Besides being a demigod and semi-human, he also carried a wisp of the majestic aura of a divine beast that wards off evil.

While Pi Xiu, according to legend, is the son of an ancient dragon.

Pi Xiu's horn also mutually responded with the dragon soul within Ink painting's body. With his divine thought, it gradually merged into one, naturally perfect.

After the contract was reached, Pi Xiu's big head rubbed against Ink painting again.

It didn't speak, but Ink painting, having a "spiritual connection of hearts," understood and nodded in agreement, saying:

"It's a done deal, I will definitely catch some dirty things for you!"

Pi Xiu was very satisfied.

In its eyes, Ink painting now was just like a shiny golden "Zhao Cai Mao" (fortune cat).

While in Ink painting's eyes, this big Pi Xiu was also equivalent to a "big tiger" for his protection.

Ink painting touched his forehead again.

The horn on his forehead had disappeared.

But this horn, as if a contract, was engraved in his sea of consciousness, constantly reminding him of the contract with Pi Xiu.

If he broke the promise, he would receive the punishment of the divine beast's law.

At the same time, Ink painting could also feel a strand of law power from Pi Xiu.

This strand of law power contained the fate of suppressing evil. Although Ink painting could not actively call upon it, he seemed to be passively immune to a certain degree of evil worship power.

This should also be equivalent to Pi Xiu's "bestowal of blessing."

Although Ink painting did not fear evil spirits, the law power of "suppressing evil" was still a good thing.

This kind of innate power of a divine beast is something that ordinary people seek but cannot obtain. Now it was engraved in his own sea of consciousness,

Perhaps later, he could even comprehend a bit of the law within it.

Ink painting being bestowed a "horn" by Pi Xiu was also equivalent to Pi Xiu regarding him as one of its kind.

Pi Xiu no longer blocked him either. It swayed its big head, slowly stood up, and moved its rear end, revealing the entrance to the temple cave behind it. That was the exit from the seal of the Great Wilderness sacred object.

"I can go out!"

Ink painting's eyes brightened slightly. He waved goodbye to the big-headed Pi Xiu, then stepped into the exit. In just an instant, his mind connected through, and suddenly it opened up.

In reality, Ink painting opened his eyes.

He still wore the white bone headband on his forehead, but his divine sense could retract and release freely, no longer obstructed in any way.

This meant that this Great Wilderness sacred object was completely ineffective against him.

Pi Xiu's power no longer sealed him either.

He broke the Great Wilderness sacred object and the blood and flesh prison around him.

This was Mr. Tu, using a unique blood thread to control the array pattern, controlling the blood sacrifice array, and molding the prison with the blood and flesh inside the maze.

All things planned will succeed, and without planning, they will fail.

Ink painting had thought of many methods before, wanting to open this blood and flesh prison, and was just preparing to try them one by one.

But as his heart moved, there seemed to be an induction. These blood and flesh wriggled among themselves, and the prison actually opened on its own.

As if the blood and flesh inside this maze could receive his "command."

Ink painting verified it, a little surprised.

"Is it because I learned the core of the blood sacrifice array and comprehended the Xuan Tian array?"

"Or is it because I once 'ate' an evil fetus, and have an induction and connection with the evil god's maze?"

Ink painting frowned.

But now, time was urgent, and he had no time to dig to the root one by one.

This blood and flesh maze not trapping him was also a good thing.

Leaving the blood and flesh prison, his sea of consciousness was no longer sealed, and Mr. Tu was not there. Ink painting could finally explore the maze in front of him relatively "freely."

He walked along the blood and flesh maze, looking as he went.

The entire blood and flesh maze had blood and flesh bones on the outside, and was formed by the Xuan Tian great array and the core of the Great Wilderness blood sacrifice array on the inside.

Mr. Tu had taught him all the array patterns, array cores, and even the basic array theory.

But theory is just theory after all, and arrays still need to be actually learned, drawn, and applied.

The blood and flesh maze in front of him was just an "instance" of arrays that exhausted Mr. Tu's lifelong effort and attainment.

The true essence was all contained within.

Moreover, Ink painting could affirm that regarding the Great Wilderness blood sacrifice and Xuan Tian array, Mr. Tu definitely still had many things hidden and not taught to him.

After all, "teaching a disciple starves the master."

In this situation, he just needed to find a way himself.

As an array master, one needs to have a heart for seeking knowledge, and cannot wait for others to feed them everything.

One needs to learn self-reliance and find things to learn oneself.

Just like the array in front of him, what Mr. Tu taught, he needed to verify himself; what he didn't teach, he also needed to explore and comprehend himself.

As for how to explore and comprehend specifically, Ink painting had very rich experience.

He took out a jade slip, and looked at it as he walked.

He recorded all the array patterns and array core details that he saw along the way and found a bit profound or did not understand in the jade slip. At the same time, in his mind, he reconstructed the structure of the entire blood and flesh maze, and the more profound and complete array structure that Mr. Tu did not teach him within the Great Wilderness blood sacrifice array core.

Ink painting's records became more and more detailed.

The diagram of the blood and flesh maze and the Great Wilderness blood sacrifice in his mind became more and more complete.

At the same time, he became more and more familiar with the surrounding environment.

But there was one point that made his heart feel a little strange.

That was, although this blood and flesh maze was clearly very bloody, very ferocious, very gloomy, and very disgusting, Ink painting always had a "familiar" feeling walking inside the maze, as if walking in his own home.

The blood and flesh maze also seemed to resonate slightly with his sea of consciousness.

At that instant, Ink painting even suspected that he wouldn't be—

Also one of the "evil fetuses" born when some evil god descended to the world?

Ink painting frowned, thought deeply for a moment, and gradually felt relieved.

Evil gods also choose "people" to revive.

Like Yu Er, who came from a family of world renown, carried the bloodline of an industrial dragon, and had superior spiritual roots, she was a good "god fetus" from above.

Which evil god would be blind and find someone like himself, who had no bloodline, poor spiritual roots, a weak physical body, and a poor background as a loose cultivator, to revive?

When he was young, his family was so poor that even thieves looked down on them, let alone an evil god.

If an evil god really threw its fetus into his body, it would experience human hardship from birth, which would truly not be worth it.

Thinking this way, Ink painting felt much more relieved.

He began to concentrate, continued to familiarize himself with the environment, and researched the arrays in the blood and flesh maze.

The more he researched, the more he gained.

But he also did not dare to research for too long, much less dare to explore too deeply.

Because Mr. Tu did not know when he would return. If he discovered that he could break the seal and wander around, he would definitely be greatly alerted, and perhaps would be furious and kill him regardless.

Therefore, this kind of thing still needed to be stopped when it was good.

Just like this, Ink painting strolled around, recorded many array details and questions, then returned to the blood and flesh prison, honestly wore the white bone headband, stared at the array core that Mr. Tu left for him, pretending to learn, while pondering other more profound problems in his heart.

He didn't know how long had passed, but a chilly breath descended.

Ink painting immediately sat up straight.

He knew that Mr. Tu had returned.

As expected, not long after, Mr. Tu's figure appeared at the door.

Mr. Tu was indeed delayed by something, and the first thing he did after returning was to "check the room" and check on Ink painting's situation.

Seeing that everything was intact, and Ink painting was honestly learning the array he arranged with the white bone sacred object on his head, Mr. Tu felt relieved.

He even felt that he had overthought things.

Thinking about it, how could a mere Foundation Building cultivator not be suppressed by the Great Wilderness sacred object?

Seeing Mr. Tu, Ink painting also feared he would overthink, and quickly asked with a worried expression:

"Mr. Tu, you were in a hurry, did something happen?"

Mr. Tu was startled, his pupils slightly constricted, "Something happened."

"What happened?" Ink painting asked softly.

Mr. Tu frowned, "Xuan Tian North Dipper Seven Stars Array—"

Ink painting was shocked, "What?"

Mr. Tu was also a little startled, and immediately frowned tightly, puzzled in his heart.

Why did he want to answer this boy's question as soon as he asked it?

What was the point of telling him about this array?

Mr. Tu perfunctorily shook his head, "Nothing."

Seeing Ink painting like a cat smelling fishy smell, with a curious expression, and still wanting to ask something else, Mr. Tu first counter-asked him:

"How is your array learning coming along?"

Ink painting's curiosity was indeed interrupted.

He generally needed to think carefully before answering Mr. Tu's questions, otherwise it would be easy to expose himself, and also not beneficial to his next arrangements.

Ink painting originally wanted to say, "This array core is too difficult, I still haven't learned it," but when the words reached his mouth, he thought of something else and temporarily changed his words:

"It's okay, I have comprehended a little bit."

Mr. Tu's gaze constricted slightly.

Without borrowing human skin, human bones, and human blood to activate divine sense, amplify array attainment, and lower the threshold, he could still comprehend this extremely obscure blood sacrifice array core? How exactly did he comprehend it?

Mr. Tu frowned.

That year, he could not comprehend the essence of this blood sacrifice array by relying on his own strength, which was why he received the "temptation" of the evil god, took a wrong step, and ended up where he was now. Therefore, he was quite resentful of Ink painting's "comprehension."

The jealousy in his heart revived like dead ash.

Mr. Tu managed with great effort to suppress the jealousy at the bottom of his heart.

The revival of the divine master in front of him was a big matter, and he could not ruin the divine master's big plan because of his own narrowness.

Moreover, he really didn't have too much time to waste on Ink painting.

"Keep learning."

Mr. Tu left this sentence and then left.

Ink painting just followed his instructions and continued to learn the blood sacrifice array core.

In the following days, Mr. Tu would still come to check on Ink painting every three to five days to prevent him from causing any trouble.

But the interval between these supervisions became longer and longer.

Ink painting also had more and more opportunities for "free activities."

Except for the deepest part of the maze, which Ink painting did not go to and did not dare to go too deep.

He had almost completely explored the outer areas, and the structure of the array core had also been researched by him.

Those intricate mazes, wriggling blood and flesh, and identical bone walls might seem bloody and oppressive to others, completely indistinguishable.

But in Ink painting's eyes, they were as familiar as his own "home."

He only needed to glance at them, and according to the breath of the blood and flesh, and the array patterns inside, he could know which block of blood and flesh corresponded to which direction of the maze.

Through phenomena, he could spy on its array essence.

According to the array patterns, he could distinguish its direction pattern.

Knowing what others did not know, this was the power of an array master.

While Mr. Tu's appearance frequency became lower and lower, and he seemed busier and busier, Ink painting guessed that he must have encountered some trouble.

"Xuan Tian North Dipper Seven Stars Array."

Ink painting softly recited.

This name was what he heard from Mr. Tu's mouth.

It seemed that these days, it was precisely this Xuan Tian North Dipper Seven Stars Array that gave Mr. Tu extreme pressure, making his expression grave and having no mind for anything else.

"Seven Stars..."

Ink painting frowned, and gradually recalled the array knowledge that Old Master Xun explained during the array class at Tai Xu Gate:

"Seven Stars array is a large category of arrays. It is based on the pattern of the seven stars of the Big Dipper: Tian Shu, Tian Xuan, Tian Ji, Tian Quan, Yu Heng, Kai Yang, and Yao Guang. It condenses the celestial phenomenon star pattern, thus forming an array."

"The Seven Pavilions of the Dao Court are named after the Big Dipper Seven Stars."

"So, the orthodox inheritance of the Seven Stars array is in the central Seven Pavilions of the Dao Court, and in the Qin Tian Yuan, which is parallel to the Seven Pavilions."

"This type of array observes celestial phenomena, derives heavenly secrets, and when learned to a profound level, can control the power of star phenomena—"

"It belongs to the secret arrays of the Dao Court, involves celestial phenomena and derivation, is extremely profound, and cannot be comprehended by ordinary cultivators, or even ordinary array masters."

"You all, in this life, probably won't have the opportunity to learn it, and even if you learn it, you probably won't be able to—"

Ink painting pondered in his heart.

"Dao Court secret transmission array—observing celestial phenomena, deriving heavenly secrets, borrowing the power of heaven and earth stars—"

"Is this the Dao Court making a move?"

"Are there heavenly secret cultivators, borrowing the Dao Court's Seven Stars array to balance the Great Wilderness blood sacrifice great array, suppress the spread of evil qi, and put pressure on Mr. Tu?"

Ink painting felt it was very possible.

He just didn't know who these heavenly secret cultivators were.

And also, he didn't know if he would have the opportunity to get a copy of this Seven Stars array to learn.

"Seven Stars array ah."

Ink painting was extremely envious.

However, now was not the time to consider these things.

Ink painting's gaze flashed slightly.

Now Mr. Tu was receiving a balance from the Dao Court and the suppression of the Seven Stars array. Ink painting could perceive intuitively that this was a good opportunity.

Opportunities are perhaps fleeting, and he must seize this timing to do something.

But what to do?

Ink painting frowned, thought for a moment, and gradually had an idea.

The next time Mr. Tu came to ask him about his array progress, Ink painting did not pretend. He laid his cards on the table:

"Mr. Tu, I have learned it."

Mr. Tu was startled, "What?"

Ink painting nodded and said: "You taught me the core of the Great Wilderness blood sacrifice array, I have learned it all."

Mr. Tu's pupils suddenly trembled. He looked at Ink painting, his expression gradually cold.

He indeed wanted to teach Ink painting arrays.

But his original intention was to increase the difficulty for Ink painting, let Ink painting face a dilemma in comprehending arrays, endure the temptation, break his bottom line bit by bit, finally get used to it, and completely rely on drawing arrays with human blood and human skin, completing the transformation from a "leader of the array path" who learned from milk to an "evil array genius" of the Great Wilderness.

The array was a "bait," and under the bait, there was a big pit.

But Ink painting directly jumped over the big pit and ate his "bait."

This reversal was nothing.

Since he scattered the bait, he naturally had the awareness of having the bait eaten.

But now there was exactly one person, Ink painting, who only ate the "bait" and could help him do something.

If Ink painting could help, it could indeed solve his immediate urgent problem.

This was originally a good thing, but the bad thing about all this was that it was too coincidental.

So coincidental that it made Mr. Tu feel as if he had been "schemed" by a pure-faced Ink painting.

Mr. Tu looked at Ink painting.

Those clear eyes revealed a strange silk, making Mr. Tu feel uncomfortable.

Ink painting's impression in his heart became more and more strange.

Mr. Tu's dead ash eyes just stared at Ink painting like this for a long time, and in the end, he couldn't help but open his mouth, only perfunctorily saying, "Arrays are vast and profound, keep learning," and then left.

But his leaving without seeking help from Ink painting did not mean the problem did not exist.

The star light of the Xuan Tian North Dipper Seven Stars Array just hung on the edge of the sky.

Mr. Tu felt like he had a fishbone in his throat.

Not only the Seven Stars array, but also a group of demon heads inside the blood sacrifice great array began to riot, and the people's hearts were restless.

Several days later, there was another meeting of ten thousand demons.

Old Demon Featherization of Yin Corpse Valley questioned Mr. Tu: "When exactly will the divine master revive?"

The Featherization demon head of Demon Sword Gate also said with a hoarse voice: "It's been dragging on for too long, my Demon Sword Gate cannot wait that long."

The killing between the righteous and evil paths was tragic, but it was the righteous path that was powerful. Every day delayed, a disciple of Demon Sword Gate would die.

Yin Corpse Valley still had walking corpses and iron corpses to serve as cannon fodder.

But their Demon Sword Gate, when they died, were one by one sword slave disciples who resonated with their demon swords.

Now that the demon path was declining, it was not easy to recruit disciples, and they could not endure such consumption.

Shang Guan Wang did not say anything, but also looked at Mr. Tu with a gloomy face.

Mr. Tu could only say: "Soon."

The Featherization of Yin Corpse Valley sneered, "Ten days ago, you said the same thing. Even twenty days ago, you said it."

"Now the Seven Stars are high in the sky, the great array is blocked, Mr. Tu——" A pair of dead rotten green eyes looked at Mr. Tu, revealing resentment and poison, "What exactly do you want to do?"

All the demon cultivators in the hall looked at Mr. Tu.

If it were a normal day, they would never dare to "force the palace" like this.

But now, with the forces of the milk-learning faction outside, cultivators from world-renowned families and sects like clouds, and the Si Eagles and Dogs of the Dao Court forming groups, such strong enemies lurking outside, the progress of the blood sacrifice has been repeatedly delayed, and the progress is slow.

If it dragged on like this, they would all die.

Mr. Tu's expression was ice cold.

A crowd of demon heads were greedy and unruly. Only when the divine master revived could the agreement be cashed.

Similarly, only when the divine master revived could they be suppressed by the divine master's prestige.

If it dragged on further, this group of demon cultivators would spontaneously cause chaos.

Now there was only one person who could solve his problem.

And only one person who could help the divine master "revive."

But from intuition, Mr. Tu's heart still had heavy scruples, and even a thread of inexplicable and unclear apprehension.

This share of apprehension was somewhat inexplicable, and even Mr. Tu himself did not know what he was apprehensive about with Ink painting.

The parasitic god was sealed by the sacred object.

Although his divine sense was strong, it was only comparable to those of the same realm.

Moreover, his cultivation was only at the Foundation Building stage.

What was he, a dignified Featherization, apprehensive about with this Foundation Building cultivator?

Mr. Tu felt somewhat absurd in his heart, but he couldn't help but wrinkle his brow, his heart feeling uneasy, and he couldn't make up his mind for a long time.

This time the Fang demon meeting naturally dispersed unhappily.

The malice in these demon cultivators' bodies surged, and if it was not vented, it would sooner or later become restless, and the situation would also completely lose control.

Returning to the secret room, Mr. Tu was alone, pondering alone, but thinking back and forth, he finally had only one choice.

Outside were the forces of the milk-learning faction, the Dao Court Si, and the Xuan Tian North Dipper Seven Stars Array.

Inside were the urging of the evil god and the hidden danger of the demon cultivators' restlessness.

Under internal and external troubles, Mr. Tu basically had no choice.

He had to find all possible ways to let the divine master descend as soon as possible.

"At least Ink painting."

Mr. Tu looked at the human skin paper in his hand again. On the paper was a diagram of a demon, and on the demon's head was Ink painting's head——

"Let's be proud and use it a little first——"

In the blood and flesh abyss.

Ink painting was still drawing arrays. Just as he felt bored, his back suddenly felt cold. He turned his head and saw Mr. Tu, with a dead face, standing beside him, his gaze indifferent.

Ink painting was slightly shocked, "Mr. Tu?"

Mr. Tu said faintly: "There is something I need your help with."

Ink painting asked doubtfully: "What is it?"

Mr. Tu paused slightly, his gaze ice cold, and slowly said: "I want you to draw arrays for me and guide the divine master to revive..."