Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 994

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Mo Hua’s head hiccuped for a moment, then responded immediately, flipping through the chat records between Master Yuan and Fire Buddha.

There were indeed only a few lines of dialogue in the records, mostly about issues concerning the construction of the Demon Abyss Formation.

In the dialogue, Master Yuan addressed the other party as “Venerable,” and referred to himself as…

“Yuan someone”?

Mo Hua pondered for a moment and then promptly replied to Fire Buddha:

“Entangled in mundane affairs, I’ve become irritable and had some ‘drink,’ thus misspoke, please forgive me, Venerable…”

The other party was taken aback, “Master is using alcohol? It was too abrupt of me…”

Mo Hua’s gaze sharpened slightly.

Referring to himself as ‘homeself’… this person must be Fire Buddha.

Using alcohol…

Mo Hua contemplated deeply.

It seemed that that pair of eyes, along with the Blood Wine steeped from them, were indeed extraordinary.

It appeared that even Fire Buddha would not disturb a Demon Formation Master when drinking.

Unfortunately, those eyes were snatched away by Uncle Gu.

Otherwise, I could have studied them further.

Mo Hua asked, “Venerable, do you have any important matters?”

If not, just scram…

I can’t elaborate further, saying too much, it’s easy to slip up…

Mo Hua felt a bit guilty.

Fire Buddha frowned, feeling that the person on the other end seemed a bit anxious. However, remembering that “Master Yuan” was drinking and even once sober, Divine Sense would be slightly tipsy, needing to experience the “Divine Substance,” his foul mood was understandable.

Fire Buddha transmitted,

“Recently, I’ve been feeling uneasy, as if something is about to happen…”

“Is there anything unusual in the temple?”

Mo Hua’s heart skipped a beat and he pretended to say casually:

“With me here, you may rest assured, Venerable.”

Fire Buddha: “Could there be any oversights?”

Despite fearing exposure, I couldn’t lose my composure as that would make it even easier to be seen through.

Mo Hua pretended to be displeased and said:

“This Formation is the Eighteen Patterns Original Magnet Spirit Vision Compound Formation, its core is the brain, Spirit Vision as eyes, Original Magnet as ears, not a single rustle of wind or grass can escape me… Yuan someone…”

“The temple is tightly sealed, no wind blows in, no rain enters…”

Then Mo Hua took the initiative and countered:

“Venerable… you don’t mistrust Yuan someone, do you?”

Fire Buddha paused for a moment and slowly said:

“With Master presiding, I am relieved.”

“Right, rest assured.”

Fire Buddha paused again and after a long silence, hesitantly said, “Master Yuan, you seem to be much ‘livelier’ than before.”

The faux “Master Yuan,” “Master Mo,” felt his heart lurch.

At least a hundred years younger, wouldn’t that be quite lively?

Mo Hua was startled and could only say:

“I’ve had a drink…”

“Drinking…” Fire Buddha asked, “How does that drink taste?”

Whether Fire Buddha was genuinely curious or probing, Mo Hua couldn’t tell.

Mo Hua’s heart tensed.

He hadn’t actually drunk it, so how would he know the feeling?

Mo Hua intended to say, “The taste is good,” but such a response, straightforward and direct, clearly didn’t fit the persona of a Demon Formation Master…

The image of a Demon Formation Master drinking, along with his mad ravings, suddenly appeared in Mo’s mind…

Mo Hua had a moment of inspiration and sighed:

“Even after drinking, mortal eyes still can’t see…”

Upon hearing these three words, Fire Buddha felt reassured.

Fire Buddha: “There is truth in the world, within this truth lurks great terror, and within this terror lies the opportunity for eternal life…”

“Mortal eyes, naturally, can’t see through the truth of this world.”

“But to transform divinity and transcend mortality is not an overnight achievement.”

“Master seems a bit too eager for success…”

Mo Hua realized, no, it was “Master Yuan” who realized, and he admired:

“Worthy of being Venerable, truly insightful, and admirable.”

“Master Yuan flatters me,” Fire Buddha replied humbly, “The superficial understanding of a practitioner of Buddhism is not worth mentioning.”

Mo Hua wasn’t sure whether to “flatter” him further.

Logically, with Fire Buddha being so modest, he should continue praising him.

But with the reclusive and malignant nature of “Master Yuan,” he might not enjoy “flattering” others…

Even if that other person was Fire Buddha.

Mo Hua was somewhat conflicted.

Fortunately, before Mo Hua could be further conflicted, Fire Buddha began to flatter him instead.

“Master Yuan is skilled in Formations, his Divine Thought transcends, his understanding of the Great Dao of this world is incomprehensible to ordinary people…”

Mo Hua responded with reserved pride:

“You overpraise me, Venerable…”

“Formation Arts are profound and vast, I too have learned only the basics, knowing that everything in this world is but remnants of the Great Dao, superficial and fluctuating.”

“Common folk cannot see through this, their Taoist hearts become clouded, and though they seek tirelessly, eventually they will all be ground away by the Great Dao…”

Mo Hua mixed concepts about Formations, Great Dao, and Taoist Heart together, seriously explaining them to Fire Buddha.

Fire Buddha was silent for a long while and slowly said:

“Master, you are indeed a person with great ‘Spiritual Roots’!”

Fire Buddha continued:

“These days, Master Yuan has been aggrieved…”

“The alcohol is inferior…”

“Once the Holy Temple is constructed, we must sacrifice living people in the temple, and then we will kill a batch of Top-Grade Spiritual Root sacrifices, take their refined essence blood, and brew wine for the Master…”

Mo Hua frowned, feeling a chill in his heart.

The Holy Temple… was this the Demon Palace?

Do Demon Cultivators give themselves a facade of sanctity, calling it “holy” instead of “demonic”?

And live human sacrifices?

This indeed seemed like something Demon Cultivators would do…

But to require Top-Grade Spiritual Root sacrifices…

Was his own Mid-Lower Grade Spiritual Root quality not even qualified to be a “sacrifice”?

Mo Hua felt complex emotions.

He didn’t know whether to be angry or relieved.

Even mere Demon Cultivators, it turned out, practiced Spiritual Root discrimination!