How does he expect to achieve anything?
But he did not speak it out, instead simply saying:
"This Four Symbols Formation is quite special, emphasizing the fusion of Formation and flesh. You have been negligent in Body Refinement, naturally, you feel pain, but it will get better afterward."
Jin Yicai’s face was somewhat pale, "Cousin, this Formation only has to be drawn once, right..."
This pain, he did not want to experience a second time.
The black-clad Leader nodded, "Yes."
Jin Yicai breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he thought of having the Formation tattooed and soon being able to "exert his might", indulging in pleasures, and his displeasure quickly dissipated.
Enduring some suffering was not unacceptable.
Jin Yicai then asked: "When can I leave the Valley?"
Mo Hua, who was eavesdropping, stirred with this remark.
Leave the Valley?
The black-clad Leader replied: "Not for now, wait for the next opening."
Jin Yicai nodded.
Although he was eager to immediately return to his cave mansion in the Sever Gold Sect — no matter how small his cave mansion, it’s still better than the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
But there are priorities, and he wasn’t really that brainless.
The black-clad Leader said: "You go back first, wait for the Four Symbols Formation on your body to integrate with your flesh, then come again, the key part will come afterward."
Jin Yicai hesitated, "Then..."
The black-clad Leader understood his concern, snorted coldly in his heart, indifferently said: "The formations to be used afterward are different, not as bloody and painful."
Jin Yicai felt relieved, cupped his hands and said: "Cousin, I’ll let you get back to your work, I won’t disturb you further."
With that said, he turned and left.
After Jin Yicai left, the black-clad Leader looked at his departing back, stood there for a while, then couldn’t help but sneer:
"Relying on this kind of character, it’s a wonder that the Sever Gold Sect hasn’t declined..."
"Constantly chasing fame and fortune, soaking in honey, fed with Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures... only to teach generation after generation of... what kind of things are these."
The black-clad Leader’s gaze grew colder.
Afterward, he walked to the center of the hall, continued to look at the Formation Diagram on the demon skin paper, seemingly studying something.
For a moment, the hall fell quiet.
Amidst the flickering lights, only the sound of paper shuffling could be heard.
No one was chatting, so Mo Hua had nothing to eavesdrop on.
Hiding behind the statue, he couldn’t do anything else, momentarily feeling bored.
He had no idea how much time had passed, just as Mo Hua felt idle, the black-clad Leader suddenly started moving again.
He glanced at the Sundial Plate on the table, closed the demon skin paper, and murmured softly: "The hour has come..."
Mo Hua paused.
The hour has come?
What hour has come?
Just then, as he wondered, he noticed the black-clad Leader suddenly walking towards him.
Mo Hua’s heart was slightly startled, but upon taking a closer look, realized that the black-clad Leader hadn’t noticed him after all, but walked straight to the statue of the Sheep-Horned Demon Monster, and slowly knelt down.
He knelt very devoutly.
At the same time, he mumbled solemnly: "Boundless Wilderness, Supreme Divinity..."
"Its life immortal, its longevity infinite..."
"Seek blessings from Divine Lord, grant me great Divine Thought..."
"Seek guidance from Gentleman, grant me the essence of Formations Dao."
...
Yet Mo Hua listened, feeling increasingly uneasy, then at this moment, that black-clad Leader kowtowed three times before the Demon Monster statue.
After the three kowtows, a mystical and sinister Divine Thought Aura arose from his body.
On his shoulder and head, a blood-red silhouette slowly emerged.
This blood-red silhouette had an eerie and frightening aura, looking like a Gentleman, but the blood was blurry, unable to see the face clearly.
Mo Hua’s pupils suddenly contracted.
A familiar name slowly floated into his mind:
"Mr. Tu!"