Blood river flows, on the huge isolated cliff.

Mò Huà relies on his own power, with divine sense manipulating spiritual ink, like a “tentacle monster”, at an inconceivable speed, in accordance with Mister Tú’s “intention”, continuously drawing array formations.

One after another array formation, branded on the foundation cliff.

The cornerstone of the blood sacrifice great array is being little by little built, and gradually perfected.

And because of having Mò Huà, this ruthless “array formation machine” that can do the work of a hundred, the construction inside the great array was accelerated.

Mister Tú finally could free up manpower, drawing out more evil array masters from inside, sending them to the edge of the great array, which is the “front line” of the righteous-evil confrontation, to expand the blood sacrifice great array’s range and broaden the evil god’s territory.

At the same time, learning from the previous lesson, this time on the side of the evil array masters, Mister Tú dispatched more guarding demonic cultivators.

More than double compared to before.

Qiān Xuě’s forces are large, and Dào Tíng Sì’s strength is strong.

These guarding demonic cultivators may not truly be able to resist Dào Tíng Sì’s Gold Core realm hounds’ assassination and encirclement.

But they can delay the offensive, buy time, and let these evil array masters complete their laid-down array formation “tasks”.

That is enough.

After the tasks are completed, even if these evil array masters are all killed by Gǔ Chánghuái, it doesn’t matter.

To offer their lives for the god master, even to the point of their liver and brain being smeared on the ground, that is also their glory, and they should feel honored.

Inside the blood sacrifice great array, Mò Huà is continuously drawing array formations.

The blood sacrifice great array is constantly operating and constantly perfecting.

And at the great array’s edge, cultivators of the righteous and evil paths are once again engaged in attacks, defenses, and killings around the “evil array masters”.

Everything was as Mister Tú expected, and the situation gradually changed.

Originally, the progress of the blood sacrifice great array was suppressed and obstructed by Qiān Xuě’s various forces. Now, under Mò Huà’s “action”, it finally overcame the obstacles again, step by step, slowly but smoothly pushing forward the blood sacrifice great array.

Inside the base’s right side, in a secret room.

Mister Tú and Shàngguān Wàng are staring at the not-far-away Mò Huà, who is drawing array formations diligently using inconceivable means.

“Mister Tú,” Shàngguān Wàng frowned, “Are you truly at ease letting this boy draw these array formations?”

Mister Tú silently said: “This matter, only he can do.”

In the entire Huāngtiān Blood Sacrifice Great Array, there are very few people with deep righteous path array formation attainments.

And there are absolutely no people whose speed of drawing array formations can be as fast as Mò Huà’s.

Mister Tú indeed can, but this is by relying on his Feather Transformation realm divine sense and fourth-grade array master attainments, dimensionally reducing to draw low-grade array formations.

Compared to Mò Huà, this little monster at the Foundation Establishment realm who can use divine sense to control ink and draw second-grade high-level array formations, there is no comparison.

What’s more, the god master’s resurrection is imminent, and he still has more important things to do. It’s impossible for him to waste his talent and personally draw these basic array formations.

Shàngguān Wàng was both jealous and hateful in his heart, vaguely feeling a threat, and then his gaze turned cold as he said:

“This child will not be loyal to the god master.”

Mister Tú glanced at Shàngguān Wàng, seeming to smile but not smile as he asked: “Elder Wàng, are you truly loyal to the god master?”

Shàngguān Wàng’s face turned ugly.

Mister Tú faintly said: “The god master is stern, but also tolerant. As long as one is loyal to the god master in doing things, some small thoughts and selfish desires, the god master will not blame.”

This was both about Mò Huà and a reminder to Shàngguān Wàng.

Shàngguān Wàng’s gaze slightly condensed, and he coldly laughed: “I only fear that Mister Tú will instead be harmed by this boy with hidden evil intentions.”

He was sowing discord. Mister Tú naturally understood this, but his expression remained indifferent, and he did not say a word.

Shàngguān Wàng looked deeply at Mister Tú, then again said in a deep voice:

“Not of our race, his heart must be different.”

“This boy is after all a disciple of Tài Xū Sect, Mister Tú, are you truly not afraid he turns his spear and strikes, ruining our great plan?”

Mister Tú indifferently glanced at Shàngguān Wàng. In his heart, he vaguely knew why Shàngguān Wàng had lost to Shàngguān Cè in the contention for the position of Shàngguān family head.

The outlook was too different, and he also lacked the capacity to tolerate others.

To achieve great things, one must have the capacity to tolerate people, even if that person is your life-and-death enemy.

Only by tolerating people can one better utilize people.

However, this Shàngguān Wàng still had his uses, and Mister Tú also had to tolerate his narrow outlook.

Some matters also needed to be explained clearly.

“Elder Wàng,” Mister Tú’s expression was somber, and he slowly said, “Cultivators discuss actions, not intentions. Others will not know what you think in your heart, nor will they care how you think in your heart. They will only look at what you did.”

“Dào Tíng Sì convicts also only according to ‘actions’, not according to ‘heart thoughts’.”

“What to do is more important than how to think.”

“And now,” Mister Tú pointed outside, “What is this Mò Huà doing?”

Shàngguān Wàng frowned.

Mister Tú grinned, smiling grimly, “He is drawing the Huāngtiān Blood Sacrifice Great Array!”

“Although what he draws are Five Elements Eight Trigrams array formations, which are righteous path array formations, these array formations are included by me in the blood sacrifice great array. Then what he draws, without a doubt, is an evil path great array!”

“The pride of Tài Xū Sect, the leader of Qiān Xuě’s array path, is drawing the blood sacrifice great array for us. No matter what he draws, whether voluntary or not, it has violated Tài Xū Sect’s sect rules, violated the prohibitions of Qiān Xuě state, violated Dào Tíng’s great laws. It is a crime deserving ten thousand deaths, and it is also a stain he cannot wash away in his lifetime.”

“Let alone, when the blood sacrifice great array is built and fully operates, blood will form rivers, flesh and blood will form cities, demons will arrive, and living beings will suffer. Who knows how many people will die.”

“These dead cultivators and extinct living beings, tracing back to the source, will all be stained with his karma. The blood on his hands cannot be washed off in a lifetime.”

“The righteous path has no road, killing karma entangles the body. You say,” in Mister Tú’s eyes, fierce ghost fire flickered, “What will this array formation genius become? What road does he have left?”

Shàngguān Wàng’s gaze trembled slightly.

If it truly came to that situation, this Mò Huà would be ostracized by the righteous path, with no road to walk. He could only completely convert to the Great Desolate God Master, from body to heart, becoming a terrifying demonic path array master, with no way back from then on.

Shàngguān Wàng looked at Mister Tú, feeling slightly cold in his heart.

Mister Tú continued: “So, I do not fear him drawing array formations, nor do I fear him learning array formations. Instead, I am glad to see it happen.”

“The more he draws, the more he learns, and the more he participates in this matter, the deeper the karma he entangles, and the harder it is to escape.”

“And these karma all only lead to one road.”

That is the road of being loyal to the Great Desolate Lord, as a slave and servant, going through fire and water without hesitation.

Mister Tú coldly laughed, “I brought this boy to participate in the Ten Thousand Demons Assembly to let the demon heads of the various sects in this world all be witnesses.”

“To prove that this child was once our companion, not only participating in the Ten Thousand Demons Assembly, but also personally acting, drawing the Huāngtiān Blood Sacrifice Great Array.”

“Having done these things, then he is undoubtedly a demonic cultivator!”

“Unless he truly has the ability to slaughter clean the countless Gold Core demon heads in this evil god temple and destroy the corpses and traces.”

“Otherwise, with so many demonic cultivators witnessing it personally and the facts conclusive, when it spreads to the ears of the righteous path, no matter how clever he is, he cannot argue with a hundred mouths!”

The cultivation world is treacherous, and the true treachery is hidden in these seemingly ordinary interactions.

The righteous-evil road, one step wrong is ten thousand tribulations with no return.

Even if you are young and a top genius, you will still fall step by step under the temptation of desires and the manipulation of fate.

Mister Tú’s gaze became more and more chilling, and the corners of his mouth also outlined a hint of an evil smile.

Shàngguān Wàng looked towards Mister Tú, his eyes revealing deep apprehension.

On the other side, Mò Huà, under Mister Tú’s “temptation”, was still unknowingly and diligently drawing array formations, seemingly not understanding what he was doing and what he had done.

Just like this, the more array formations he drew, the greater his “contribution” to the Huāngtiān Blood Sacrifice Great Array became.

And after an unknown number of days, finally, under Mò Huà’s tireless efforts day and night, an entire magnificent cliff wall was drawn full of array formations by Mò Huà.

After the last stroke was completed, Mò Huà completely relaxed, lying on the ground as if “exhausted”.

Even if he is the leader of array path, even if his attainments are deep, even if he draws array formations extremely fast and his divine sense recovers extremely fast.

But doing it alone, drawing such a large part of the basic great array’s constituent array formations, was still abnormally tiring.

What’s more, he still used the method of “divine sense controlling ink” to draw, which consumed a huge amount of divine sense and put a heavier load on his sea of consciousness.

Of course, for the efforts he paid, Mò Huà also gained quite a few harvests.

Benefiting from the practice of complex and massive basic array formations, Mò Huà now had a clearer understanding of the basic construction of the Huāngtiān Blood Sacrifice Great Array.

Long-term divine sense controlling ink, drawing array formations with all his strength, increased the load on his sea of consciousness, which also meant that his sea of consciousness was undergoing more tempering, and naturally would become tougher and more sensitive in manipulation.

Furthermore, while using divine sense to control ink, Mò Huà used a bit of calculating trickery.

Having drawn so many array formations, his divine sense calculating trickery also obtained a certain degree of exercise and enhancement.

This was a rare opportunity.

If it were in normal times, Mò Huà might not have so much spiritual ink, so many array mediums, and so much free time to fully unleash his divine sense and draw so many array formations without restraint.

It was like saying that Mister Tú was “self-funding”, supplying him to practice array formations.

Not only providing the venue, providing the array diagrams, providing the materials, but also imprisoning himself, so that he had sufficient time to draw array formations.

Thinking like this, Mò Huà actually felt that he had profited.

He almost thought that this Mister Tú was a “great good person”.

Moreover, Mister Tú might later still do bigger “good deeds”.

Mò Huà rested for a while, sat in meditation and contemplated, recovered a bit of divine sense, then checked all the array formations, and tried to light them up a bit. The array patterns connected, glorious light overflowed, and spiritual power flowed without any obstruction.

After confirming there were no mistakes, Mò Huà nodded, then sat cross-legged on the spot, full of expectation waiting for Mister Tú.

After a while, he felt a faint chill on his back, as if something sinister had arrived.

Mò Huà’s eyes lit up, and he quickly turned his head. Indeed, he saw the dead-white face, thin and long again, like a hanged ghost, which was Mister Tú.

Mò Huà stood up, and very politely cupped his hands and said: “Mister Tú, I have finished drawing.”

Mister Tú nodded slightly, then raised his head. The entire magnificent cliff above was interwoven with patterns, densely packed. Not only was every stroke and painting neat and strict, like a knife craftsman’s axe, without the slightest error, but also glorious light overflowed. The great array formations, which were complex yet contained endless beauty, were all taken in his eyes, and he could not hide the shock in his heart.

“Mister Tú—”

“Mister Tú?”

Mò Huà called out twice, and then Mister Tú came back to his senses, slowly turned his head, and looked towards Mò Huà.

Mò Huà asked: “These array formations, I have all finished drawing. Can you teach me the great array’s array hub?”

In Mò Huà’s eyes, there was expectation, full of a clear desire for knowledge.

Mister Tú’s gaze slightly condensed, and he nodded and said: “Yes.”

After that, he still said that sentence, “You follow me,” then turned and left.

Mò Huà could not hide his joyful emotion, and followed behind Mister Tú. Along the three sides of the cliff, where the blood river flowed, he entered a secret room and came to a wall.

Mister Tú repeated the old trick, turning his palm into a blood color and merging it into the wall, revealing a flesh and blood passage.

Then he prepared to continue walking inside, but just as he stepped in, he withdrew again, turned his head to look at Mò Huà, his gaze slightly revealing apprehension, and waved his hand in front of Mò Huà.

Mò Huà only felt his eyes blur, then they were filled with blood color, seeing nothing and hearing nothing.

Mò Huà understood in his heart that this was Mister Tú guarding against him, afraid he would remember the road.

“Follow me.”

A voice entered Mò Huà’s sea of consciousness, but this shouldn’t have been a voice, but rather “divine sense transmission”.

At the same time, a blood thread appeared in front of Mò Huà’s eyes, seemingly guiding the way.

Mò Huà could only follow the blood thread and walk forward step by step.

As he walked, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly changed.

Mò Huà then discovered that the ground beneath his feet was soft and sticky, as if he was stepping on fresh meat. A fishy smell and thick blood qi lingered at the tip of his nose, making him a little nauseous.

He kept walking forward, and the atmosphere became more and more oppressive. He didn’t know how long he had walked before the blood thread disappeared.

The atmosphere of the surrounding array formations also became stronger and stronger.

The oppressive feeling also reached its peak.

Even in the darkness, there was a faint sensation of a heartbeat, making it hard to breathe.

“We’ve arrived.”

Mister Tú’s chilling voice said, then he untied Mò Huà’s seal.

All blocked senses were restored at the same time. Various sinister, ice-cold, fearful, despairing, ferocious, pleading, and painful feelings and emotions surged like a sea, instantly submerging Mò Huà.

Mò Huà slowly opened his eyes, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

In that instant, he felt as if he had come to the depths of “hell”.

Yu Er’s sentence from before floated in his ears again:

“Many people will die.”

“Blood will flow into rivers, bones will pave into high buildings, human flesh will build into cities, all connected together.”

Everything in front of him was the most vivid presentation of these words.

This was a bloody and terrifying city of flesh and blood.

Blood flowed like a protective city river.

The city walls were built of piled white bones, with flesh and blood piled on top, connecting everything into one.

On the skulls, ghost fire flickered, and on the city walls, faces of dead people emerged one after another, full of sorrow and despair, forming the backdrop of a purgatory of flesh and blood.

Mò Huà’s whole body was ice-cold. He didn’t know if it was because of anger or fear, but he only felt his hands trembling slightly.

The concept of an “evil god” also gradually had a more realistic impression in his heart.

Mister Tú silently looked at Mò Huà, not speaking, but letting Mò Huà digest the bloody, nauseous, shocking, and fearful emotions brought by the scene before him.

After a long time, Mister Tú then slowly said:

“Do you still want to learn this Huāngtiān Blood Sacrifice Great Array?”

On Mò Huà’s face, first there was fear, then paleness, then lost in thought. Finally, looking at the bloody and terrifying city of flesh and blood before him, his expression was dispirited, and he shook his head:

“I… I don’t want to learn.”

Mister Tú coldly laughed: “Is this all your tolerance?”

Mò Huà’s face turned pale, then as if angered, his emotions were somewhat out of control as he said:

“You… you have to kill how many people to do all this? I am an array master, not someone who does such things that harm heaven and reason…”

“Then what?” Mister Tú’s gaze was chilling as he stared at Mò Huà, “Demonic path kills people. You righteous path, don’t you kill people?”

“I—”

“The burial mound of Lonely Mountain, have you been there? Have you seen the scenes inside?”

Mò Huà tightly bit his lips, his face even more deathly pale.

Mister Tú said: “Are there not many dead people at Lonely Mountain? Such a large mine pit, tens of thousands of scattered cultivators, just killed in this pit, buried alive, is this not killing people?”

“This is still what you saw. In places you cannot see, great families and great powers monopolize, exploit, bully, and even further squeeze and kill scattered cultivators. Look around the world, it’s everywhere. Even at this moment, it is continuously happening.”

“Then, does anyone care?”

“Exploiters have a lifetime of glory and wealth, sufferers die without anyone inquiring.”

“If people are humble, then life is like grass. You are of scattered cultivator origin, and should deeply experience this.”

Mò Huà’s expression was painful.

Mister Tú looked at Mò Huà, was silent for a moment, and his tone eased:

“This world was originally like this. One general achieves merit while ten thousand bones wither. If you want to succeed, if you want to seek the dao, you must step on the corpses of others, climbing up step by step.”

“Any hesitation, weakness, confusion, wavering, kindness, all will become your weaknesses, all will pull you towards the abyss of failure, letting you become mediocre among the crowd, becoming others’ cattle and dogs.”

“The path to immortality is paved with corpses.”

“If you don’t exploit others, where do you get the resources to cultivate the dao?”

“If you don’t bully others, how can you become a superior person?”

“In this point, the righteous path and the demonic path are actually the same. Only the righteous path is hypocritical, clever in its names, and deceives itself. While the demonic path is straightforward, acts openly, and does not deceive itself.”

“Righteous and evil are no different. Evil is also righteous, and righteous is also evil.”

“When you are truly in a high position and your realm is extremely high, looking down from above, you will know that all living beings are like ants. The lives of others are fundamentally not lives, but merely the foundation stones for you to achieve the great dao.”

“Heaven and earth are not benevolent, treating all things as straw dogs. Since they are ‘straw dogs’, whether they live or die, what is it worth mentioning?”

“If needed, slaughter ten thousand lives, what harm?”

Mò Huà’s expression was shaken, his face constantly changing, as if his worldview was being “overturned” and little by little collapsing.

Mister Tú saw this, quite satisfied, and said to Mò Huà:

“You follow me. I will take you to see this world’s extraordinary, flesh and blood transforming into a god, a truly supreme wondrous array formation.”

In Mò Huà’s originally confused and struggling eyes, longing gradually flowed out, emitting a strange light, seemingly tempted by Mister Tú’s words. Almost instinctively, he followed step by step behind Mister Tú, stepping on the flesh, blood, and bones of ten thousand people, walking towards the depths of the city of flesh and blood.