Mr. Tu repeated his old trick, using his palm as a seal, conjuring a blood-colored path, rging with the wall, revealing a flesh tunnel.
Afterward, he prepared to continue walking inside, but just as he took a step, he pulled back, turned to look at Mo Hua, his gaze slightly wary, and waved his hand in front of Mo Hua.
Mo Hua only felt a flicker before his eyes, then was filled with blood colors, unable to see or hear anything.
Mo Hua knew in his heart that this was Mr. Tu guarding against him, fearing he would rember the path.
"Follow ."
A voice entered Mo Hua's Sea of Consciousness, but it should not be a voice, more like "Divine Sense Communication."
Simultaneously, in front of Mo Hua, a thread of blood appeared, seemingly guiding him.
Mo Hua could only follow the thread of blood, step by step forward.
As he walked, the surrounding atmosphere abruptly changed.
Mo Hua then realized that the ground beneath his feet was soft and sticky, as if stepping on fresh at, a stench swirled at his nose, accompanied by a strong Blood Qi, sowhat nauseating.
As he kept walking forward, the atmosphere grew more oppressive, not knowing how long he had walked, the thread of blood disappeared.
The aura of the Formation around also beca increasingly intense.
The sense of oppression nearly reached its peak.
Even in the midst of it, there was an indistinct feeling of a heartbeat, making it hard to breathe.
"We have arrived."
Mr. Tu's cold voice spoke, then released Mo Hua's seal.
All the senses that had been obscured, at the sa ti, completely restored. Various sinister, cold, fear, despair, horrific, pleading, painful feelings and emotions surged like the sea, instantly engulfing Mo Hua.
Mo Hua slowly opened his eyes, his pupils suddenly contracting.
In that mont, he only felt as if he had arrived in the depths of "hell."
Yu Er's past words echoed again in his ear:
"Many people will die..."
"Blood will flow into the river, bones will pave high towers, human flesh will build cities, all must be connected..."
Everything in front of him was the most vivid manifestation of these words.
This was a bloody, terrifying blood-flesh city.
Blood flows, like a moat.
The city walls built of amassed white bones, flesh piled together, uniting everything as one.
On Skull Heads, ghost fire burns, on the city walls, faces of the dead erge, filled with sorrow and despair, forming the backdrop of Blood Flesh Purgatory.
Mo Hua felt icy cold all over, not knowing whether out of anger or terror, only feeling both hands slightly trembling.
The concept of "Evil God" in his mind also gradually grew into a more realistic impression.
Mr. Tu silently watched Mo Hua, not speaking, letting Mo Hua digest the bloodiness, nausea, shock, and horror brought by this scene.
After a long ti, Mr. Tu slowly said:
"This Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation, do you still wish to learn it?"
Mo Hua's face first showed fear, then turned pale, afterward was dazed and absent-minded, finally looked at the blood-heavy and murderous blood-flesh city in front of him, showing a forlorn expression, shaking his head:
"I... I don't want to learn it..."
Mr. Tu sneered coldly: "Is that all your capacity has?"
Mo Hua's face turned pale, seeming to be angered, emotion sowhat out of control:
"You... how many people must you kill... I'm a Formation Master, I don't do such harmful and unjust deeds..."
"And then what?" Mr. Tu's gaze was chilling, pressing Mo Hua, "Demon Path kills, but doesn't Righteous Dao kill people too?"
"I..."
"You've been to Solitary Mountain's tomb, haven't you? Did you see the scenes in there?"
Mo Hua bit his lip tightly, his face even whiter.
Mr. Tu said: "Solitary Mountain there, didn't many people die? Such a large mine pit, tens of thousands of Loose Cultivators were just lured and buried alive, isn't this killing?"
"This is what you have seen, what you cannot see, Great Families, aristocratic families monopolize, exploit, oppress, or further squeeze, massacre Loose Cultivators, things are happening all over the world. Even at this mont, it continuously occurs."
"And then what, does anyone care?"
"The exploiters live a lifeti of luxury, those who suffer receive no concern
until death."
"If a person is humble, then their fate is like grass. You were born a Loose Cultivator, should deeply understand this."
Mo Hua's expression was painful.
Mr. Tu looked at Mo Hua, silent for a mont, his tone softened:
"This world is like this, for the success of one general, ten thousand bones must wither, if you want to succeed, if you seek Dao, you must step on others' bones, climbing upward step by step."
"Any hesitation, weakness, confusion, wandering, kindness will beco your weakness, will drag you into the Abyss of failure, leaving you as the cattle and straw dogs of others."
"The road to Immortality is paved with corpses."
"Without exploiting others, where do you get the resources for Tao
Cultivation?"
"Without oppressing others, how do you beco superior?"
"In this regard, Righteous Dao and Demon Path are actually the sa, only Righteous Dao is hypocritical, invents justifications, disguises itself. Demon Path is straightforward, acts openly, does not deceive itself or others." "Right and evil are no different. Evil also is right, right also is evil."
"When you truly reach a high position, with high Realm, looking down from above, you will know, what it ans to regard all beings as ants, others' lives are not lives at all, they are rely the foundation of your Great Dao." "Heaven and earth are not benevolent, take all things as straw dogs, since they
are 'straw dogs, whether alive or dead, what counts?"
"If there is need, to slaughter all life, what's the harm?"
Mo Hua's expression was shaken, his face constantly changing, as if his
worldview was "overturned," and bit by bit collapsing.
Mr. Tu saw this in his eyes, quite satisfied, saying to Mo Hua:
"Co with , I will show you the extraordinary, flesh and bone into divine,
truly supre and marvelous Formation of this world..."
Mo Hua's initially bewildered and struggling eyes gradually showed longing,
emitting a different light, as if seduced by Mr. Tu's words, almost instinctively, following Mr. Tu step by step, stepping on thousands of flesh and bone corpses, heading into the depths of the blood-flesh city...
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