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Immortality Through Array Formations (Web Novel) - Chapter 2741: A Pair of Eyes (2)
Chapter 2741: A Pair of Eyes (2)
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The scale and magnitude are significantly grander.This is also Mo Hua’s first clear insight into the specific form of the "Law," his first tangible grasp of the construction between "Law" and "Formation."
However, this understanding of Mo Hua is still just the "surface."
He has not comprehended it clearly or thoroughly; it’s too mysterious to truly "confirm" what he has realized or to verify whether it’s right or wrong.
It’s just that he has opened a small passage in the grand gate of "Law," giving him a glimpse into the scenery within.
As for entering the gate and truly stepping into the hall, he is still far from achieving that.
But this is normal.
Mo Hua sighed.
The "Taotie" is such a gigantic "Law Beast," towering between heaven and earth, covered with Formation Patterns and filled with countless powerful Power of Laws.
He merely glanced at it, so how could he possibly understand it?
It’s as if an ant tries to comprehend the sea; attempting to achieve enlightenment at a glance is utterly vain and arrogant.
The journey of the Great Dao is long; one must diligently pursue it to achieve deeper understanding.
But at least, he’s finally made a start...
Mo Hua exhaled slowly, feeling somewhat relieved.
Since obtaining the Twelve Scripture Gluttonous Spirit Corpse Formation, he’s been stumbling through the Great Wilderness for so long, still finding the "Taotie" as elusive as clouds and mist.
Now, he finally has some clues, glimpsing a bit of the "Taotie’s" causality.
Making a beginning is difficult.
Having clues and leads allows him to explore and study further step by step.
Thinking of this, Mo Hua felt a bit of joy.
But before his joy lasted, his face suddenly turned pale, and a inexplicable tremor arose in his heart.
Because the Taoist Stele in his Sea of Consciousness trembled slightly, as if warning him.
At the same time, Mo Hua sensed a pair of eyes.
These eyes were watching him.
As though just behind him!
Mo Hua’s pupils narrowed sharply, the hair on his neck stood up, and he immediately turned around, his eyes flashing like electric gold, scanning all around.
But behind him, there was only darkness, with no one there.
In Mo Hua’s Divine Sense vision, he didn’t detect the slightest anomaly.
It felt as if everything was merely his illusion.
Yet Mo Hua’s heart remained heavy.
He’s a cultivator of the Heavenly secret, always trusting his intuition.
Even if his intuition could be wrong, the trembling of the Taoist Stele wouldn’t lie.
This was almost the first time since Mo Hua had known of the Taoist Stele’s "trembling," feeling like a "hint," a "warning," alerting Mo Hua that he’s being watched by someone or something...
Mo Hua felt a shiver as he snapped back to reality, his thoughts racing:
This place is a Second-Grade State Boundary.
Cultivators above the Golden Core level have such high cultivation that generally wouldn’t come to a Second-Grade State Boundary.
The gaze of cultivators below Golden Core level should be detectable by his Divine Sense.
If it’s not a person, then it must be an Evil Spirit...
Following the path of Divine Sense Proving the Dao, his eyes persistent with a daoyuan glow, in his vision, Evil Spirits and devils hide nowhere.
Thus, it’s unlikely to be an Evil Spirit.
If it’s the Evil God, merely its dense essence would be detected by Mo Hua’s scent.
But indeed, there’s nothing around.
Mo Hua’s eyes deepened, his eyelids twitched slightly.
"Who or what exactly is... watching me? And why... am I only able to detect it with the Taoist Stele’s reminder?"
Besides, why now?
Is it because I learned the Taotie Array, glimpsed the Taotie’s Law, and touched upon certain causality, drawing attention?
Mo Hua recalled those eyes watching him again.
He didn’t know what those eyes looked like, or the color of the pupils, because he hadn’t "seen" them firsthand.
Yet those eyes left Mo Hua with an incredibly deep, frightening feeling, as if watching him from the vast ancient past across the river of ages...
"Whose eyes are these?"
Mo Hua’s face was somber, he thought for a while but dared not delve deeper.
Still, this question lingered in his mind like a thorn in his throat, leaving him restless, unable to sleep, and struggling to focus on Formation Painting.
Days passed, and Mo Hua inevitably felt irritable and impatient; he realized this wouldn’t do, wasting his Heart Spirit and time.
Time is tight, and he simply can’t afford to squander it like this.
He must hurry to comprehend the Taotie Law, mastering the Taotie Array, paving the way for Core Formation.
Moreover, the situation in the Great Wilderness doesn’t allow him to slack off.
Mo Hua forced himself to forget about those "eyes."
After all, whoever it is, it’s not within his current cultivation and capability to contend against.
Those who perceive causality are also perceived by causality.
It’s impossible to only allow oneself to observe others without being observed in return.
Besides, if those eyes come to observe him again, the "Taoist Stele" should react as well.
As long as the Taoist Stele doesn’t react, it’s presumably "safe," unnecessary to add worries.
Mo Hua exhaled lightly, but the sense of urgency in his heart grew stronger, reinforcing the perception of his "smallness" and powerlessness against certain mighty beings and grand causes.
"Taotie Law..."
Mo Hua murmured with a deep gaze.
...
In the days that followed, Mo Hua remained tirelessly immersed in the study of the twenty-three patterns of the Taotie Array.
He painted the Taotie Pattern hundreds of times.
Yet, he didn’t achieve further enlightenment.
The anomaly of "Taotie’s birth" on that night has not occurred again since.
Of course, this might be for the best, as Mo Hua worried that if he saw too much of the "Taotie’s phenomenon," he might lose his heart at a moment, be "polluted" by the Taotie’s power, and become a "cannibal demon," which would be tragic.
