Chapter 1210: Taotie Law

In a small corner of the cave, Mo Hua found an open space, drew a Scorching Fire Formation, lit a fire, and was roasting meat for the big tiger to eat.

The flames licked the tender meat, sizzling with oil.

The big tiger drooled on the side, its large eyes like copper bells staring fixedly at the roasted meat, its expression very focused.

When the meat was seven-tenths cooked, the big tiger let out a "woof," reminding Mo Hua:

"It's roasted!"

Mo Hua stopped the fire and "offered" the roasted meat to the big tiger.

In front of the delicious food, the big tiger wasn't afraid of the heat at all, swallowing the whole piece of roasted meat in a few gulps, its large eyes squinting into a line, seemingly very satisfied.

The big tiger accepted Mo Hua's "offering," and the resentment in its heart for Mo Hua not coming to see it for over a year dissipated along with the fragrance of the roasted meat.

Only then could the big tiger be considered to have officially "forgiven" Mo Hua.

There was nothing that couldn't be forgiven, as long as Mo Hua roasted meat for it to eat.

Soft rice didn't taste as good as the meat Mo Hua roasted.

Although the "meat" Mo Hua roasted was itself soft rice that the big tiger had begged for.

Watching the big tiger eat sweetly, Mo Hua couldn't help but feel a bit greedy; he curiously cut a small piece of meat and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly.

Of course, he wasn't a demonic beast and didn't dare eat it seven-tenths cooked.

He ate it ten-tenths cooked; the texture wasn't as tender, but at least it wasn't bloody, the demonic aura was burned clean, and the charred fragrance was stronger, tasting soft, fresh, and fragrant.

Mo Hua was somewhat shocked.

He had never eaten such good "demonic meat."

This demonic meat was as delicious as spirit beast meat, but it had a wildness and toughness that spirit beasts didn't possess, and a trace of faint demonic aura, adding a special flavor.

"Sure enough... third-grade demonic beasts know how to eat..."

In the "flesh and blood warehouse" of a third-grade Golden Core tiger demon, there was actually such good meat; he didn't know what kind of demonic beast meat this was.

Mo Hua couldn't help but turn his head and look toward the deeper part of the cave.

In the deeper cave, lived that fierce third-grade Golden Core tiger.

At this moment, the cave was gloomy and pitch black, and he couldn't see anything.

Beside the couch, how could one allow others to sleep, not to mention it was a third-grade mother tiger?

Mo Hua knew in his heart that this mother tiger was only giving Mo Hua face because of the big tiger, so it didn't make things difficult for him.

But he didn't know how long the big tiger's face would be useful.

Therefore, when Mo Hua roasted the meat, he stayed far away from the third-grade mother tiger, lest this third-grade fierce tiger couldn't suppress its ferocity for a moment and wanted to "eat" him.

But at the same time, Mo Hua's heart was also filled with doubts.

This was a second-grade mountain territory; why would this third-grade... although he didn't know the specific realm, looking at the demonic aura and that momentum of swallowing clouds and spitting fog, it was extraordinary, why would this mother tiger come here to live?

It couldn't possibly be that it came here specifically to find the big tiger, right?

And what about the other mother tigers?

They wouldn't have come to the door specifically to let the big tiger "eat soft rice," right?

Mo Hua's expression was somewhat subtle, and he felt "admiration" for the big tiger, but at the same time, he also had some doubts in his heart:

Why could this big tiger eat soft rice?

And it could even eat the soft rice of a third-grade Golden Core mother tiger?

It was really somewhat outrageous...

Because its bloodline was special?

Mo Hua remembered that back in the deep mountains of the Black Horn Tribe, in the Black Mountain Village where the evil cultivators gathered, the big tiger seemed to have been caught by the Fourth Leader because its bloodline was special, similar to an exotic beast, and it was bled every day.

From this, it could be seen that this big tiger's bloodline should be outstanding.

With an outstanding bloodline, that's why it could "eat soft rice"?

Mo Hua looked at the big tiger again and felt that it shouldn't be just that.

This big tiger had a sturdy physique, a coat of stripes, black and white distinct, the black deep and mysterious, the white pure and bright, very beautiful, its golden-brown eyes bright and piercing, majestic and extraordinary when looking around.

Among tigers, it definitely counted as a "big handsome guy."

That Young Master Tuoba of the Great Desolate Sect liked it very much, not to mention mother tigers.

It being liked by mother tigers was perfectly normal.

Of course...

Mo Hua's expression was somewhat solemn.

According to his guess, there should be another reason:

War.

This war between the Dao Court and the Great Desolate had far-reaching influence, not only drafting most of the elite barbarian troops from various tribes in the wilderness.

At the same time, it also almost "kidnapped" the most powerful batch of tiger demons from the major demonic mountains in the three thousand wildernesses.

These tiger demons were naturally all "male."

This led to mother tigers running rampant in the wilderness under the chaos of war.

Like this big tiger, with an excellent bloodline, a majestic and handsome appearance, and talent, it naturally became a "hot commodity."

Thinking of this, Mo Hua's expression was strange.

He hadn't expected things to develop like this...

In the chaos of war, he rode the big tiger and came to the wilderness; he had actually brought a "big stud" over.

Mo Hua couldn't help but think that if he, as a Lord Wuzhu, "conquered" the wilderness and brought this big tiger to various places in the wilderness, would all the mother tigers be "subdued"?

This was... a beauty tiger scheme?

Mo Hua's thoughts drifted.

The big tiger was eating meat, and as if it sensed that Mo Hua was having some not-so-"polite" thoughts, it roared twice angrily.

Mo Hua smiled and stroked its neck, but the "bad ideas" in his heart kept popping out.

If the big tiger really used its charm to conquer the mother tigers of the wilderness and gave birth to a bunch of tiger cubs.

Then in time, this big tiger he had raised since he was small would become the "ancestor" of the wilderness tiger demons?

This big tiger would become the "source" of the wilderness tiger demon bloodline?

Mo Hua thought about it and felt... somewhat shocking.

The war between the Dao Court and the Great Desolate gave him the opportunity to make small moves in the rear of the wilderness, and also gave the big tiger the opportunity to become the true king of ten thousand tigers.

It's just that in this way, the tiger he raised... isn't it a bit too fickle?

He was such a pure and upright person, and he raised a fickle big tiger?

Mo Hua felt a bit strange in his heart.

Fickle big tiger...

Thinking of this, Mo Hua's heart moved.

Why not name the big tiger "Big Flower"? It was also of the "Big" generation, had patterns on its body, and was very "fickle."

But Mo Hua thought again, whether it was fickle or not, that was for people.

The big tiger was a demon, so naturally, it wouldn't care about these "human" concepts.

Even this big tiger was hazy itself; it probably didn't care whether other tigers were male or female.

Anyway, they were "the same kind," so living together was nothing.

The big tiger itself was innocent; it wasn't that it wanted to be fickle, and it didn't even know what "fickle" was.

To say it was fickle like this was really wronging it.

But Mo Hua still decided to call it "Big Flower."

If there was a chance in the future, he would take Big Flower out to conquer the world, and by the way, let Big Flower give birth to a bunch of tiger cubs to form a powerful "father-son tiger army"...

Mo Hua happily touched the big tiger's head:

"From now on, you are called 'Big Flower'."

The big tiger snorted coldly, seemingly very disgusted with this name.

Mo Hua roasted meat for it for a while longer and fed it himself, and only then did it reluctantly accept Mo Hua calling it "Big Flower."

In front of roasted meat, what name it was called didn't matter that much.

Anyway, names were called by people; what did it have to do with it, a tiger?

In the small cave, Mo Hua and the big tiger stayed for a while longer, and then he had to leave.

The big tiger was a bit reluctant again; it hummed at Mo Hua, as if telling Mo Hua to remember to come see it when he had time.

It wanted to eat roasted meat with Mo Hua and didn't really want to play with the mother tigers.

Mo Hua was a bit dumbfounded, but he was also very moved in his heart.

In this entire wilderness, only this big tiger could be considered a "relative" he had known since he was small.

Mo Hua rubbed the big tiger's neck and then turned and left.

After leaving the deep mountains of Jin Wutu, Mo Hua returned to the Jin Wutu Tribe.

He first called Elder Elder Zhamu and told him that there were very "dangerous" things in the deep mountains, and they must never approach; once they entered, there would be no survival.

This wasn't a lie.

The big tiger was friendly to him, but it was only to him; in its eyes, other cultivators were just ordinary "two-legged beasts" walking around.

The other mother tigers, especially that third-grade tiger, went without saying.

They would definitely eat people.

Rashly entering the deep mountains of Jin Wutu, even Golden Core cultivators would die inside.

Elder Elder Zhamu's face was extremely fearful.

"But as long as you don't enter the deep mountains, there won't be any major trouble. The danger in the deep mountains is only within the deep mountains and won't come out," Mo Hua added.

Elder Elder Zhamu then breathed a sigh of relief.

The big tiger's matter was temporarily resolved, and Mo Hua had to start considering the future development of the Jin Wutu Mountain Territory, including the Dan Zhu forces.

The biggest hidden danger at present was still the "famine."

This wasn't just the Jin Wutu Mountain Territory; it might be the same for the entire wilderness.

But Mo Hua couldn't see through this kind of "famine" for the time being, and he didn't have any good way to deal with it.

He could only send people to guard the border between Jin Wutu and Lord Wucha Mountain Territory; once the grass and trees withered and the flesh and blood withered, they would report to him immediately.

This matter was more important than anything else.

The "famine line" was very likely the "dead line" of the Great Desolate in the future.

Besides this, Mo Hua also had people go to nearby prefectures to inquire about the movements of the Bifang Tribe, including tribes in other third-grade mountain territories.

Once the famine spreads, tribal wars will begin, and chaos will occur.

There will definitely be many barbarian troops from tribes roaming, fighting, and even looting and slaughtering.

These are all hidden dangers that must be guarded against.

This is also an inevitable thing.

And Dan Zhu, as the young master, was also very worried about the future of the Danque Tribe.

He didn't know if the Bifang Tribe gathering the main force was simply to target him, or if they wanted to have a great war with the Danque Tribe.

Therefore, he wanted to find a way to return to the Danque Tribe to support them as soon as possible.

Mo Hua advised him: "Worrying about this matter is useless. You are only at the early Golden Core stage..."

Speaking of this, Mo Hua paused, his mood very complicated, but he still continued with a deep expression:

"You are only at the early Golden Core stage; in a great battle between large tribes, you can't help much. In small-scale conflicts, your help doesn't have much significance."

"The most urgent task is to first establish yourself, save your life, plan for survival, and seek strength. After you become strong yourself and your forces become strong, you can do more things."

Dan Zhu knew that Mr. Wu had always been able to predict things like a god, so his heart was much more at ease, and he nodded: "Yes, sir."

Mo Hua thought for a while and called little Little Zhatu over, telling him to follow Dan Zhu as a little follower, doing some small things for him.

Dan Zhu had someone to accompany him, and little Little Zhatu following Dan Zhu might also have a good future; it could be considered the best of both worlds.

After Elder Elder Zhamu knew, he was even more grateful to Mo Hua.

What he worried about most was his little grandson Little Zhatu; now that Little Zhatu had a "bright path," Elder Elder Zhamu felt he could die without regrets, and even if he died for the Lord Wuzhu now, it would be worth it.

The related trivial matters were all arranged.

Although famine was rampant outside, within the Jin Wutu Mountain Territory, because it was located in a remote corner, it was recuperating, and for a time, it actually had signs of peace.

And Mo Hua finally had the time and a stable environment to do his own things.

It was also the most important thing for him at present:

Comprehending the Taotie Formation.

He had two Taotie absolute formations in his hand.

One was the unknown twenty-three-tattoo Taotie absolute formation taken from the skull of the barbarian god statue in the Tie Shugu Tribe.

The other was the twenty-four-tattoo Twelve Classics Taotie Spirit Skeleton absolute formation.

What Mo Hua wanted to learn now was the twenty-three-tattoo Taotie absolute formation.

This absolute formation, he had also comprehended a little bit in fragments in the gaps of calculating cause and effect while conquering outside with Dan Zhu before.

He was basically already very familiar with the formation tattoos.

But formation tattoos were just a form, just surface patterns.

For Mo Hua, who drew formations day and night without stopping and had an extremely solid foundation in formation arts, all formations basically wouldn't have any difficulties at the level of basic formation tattoos.

The real difficulty was the circulation of the formation pivot, the design of the formation eye, and the comprehension of the internal laws of the formation.

Especially absolute formations.

But learning, drawing, and practicing formations were all very clear behaviors.

But "comprehension" was relatively illusory.

It was possible to have a sudden enlightenment in an instant and suddenly understand the formation principles.

It was also possible to comprehend for ten days or half a month, or even a year or half a year, without any progress, and not know what one had actually comprehended.

Mo Hua had also comprehended before, but hadn't comprehended anything.

Taotie tattoos were a kind of ancient and powerful formation tattoo, the patterns ancient, clumsy, and ferocious, transcending the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams formation types that Mo Hua was good at, and even had quite a bit of difference from the Four Symbols formations.

Mo Hua had comprehended for a long time but still couldn't grasp the essence.

Even in which direction to comprehend, he was somewhat at a loss.

It was like this before, and now that he had calmed down, Mo Hua thought about it, but still couldn't grasp what laws were contained in the Taotie formation, or how to comprehend them.

Ten full days passed like this, and the progress was almost zero.

Mo Hua fell into that strange circle of always comprehending, but after comprehending for a long time, not knowing what he had comprehended.

Even whether to continue comprehending like this became a problem.

Mo Hua considered it and felt that thinking in a vacuum like this was ultimately too "subjective"; relying purely on his own imagination, it was very difficult to find a direction.

Mo Hua pondered silently.

He reviewed his experiences of learning absolute formations like Reverse Spirit, Thick Earth, and Spirit Pivot one by one in his mind and found a way:

Draw more.

If you can't find a smart way, then start with the clumsiest way.

"Draw the formation a hundred times, and its meaning will naturally appear."

Often, if you don't comprehend deeply enough, it means you haven't drawn enough.

If you draw enough, the iron pestle will eventually be ground into a needle, and you will eventually comprehend some principles.

The clumsy way is sometimes the best way.

The principles of the world are often very simple.

What is difficult is to do it, to persist.

Mo Hua gradually picked up his original intention of learning formation arts.

Regardless of what the absolute formation is like, regardless of what laws it contains, just catch the formation tattoos and draw them to death, draw them over and over again.

If you draw enough, and are truly familiar with it, then consider other things.

Mo Hua discarded all distracting thoughts, with only one thought in his heart, remembering only one word:

"Draw."

Constantly draw formations.

Draw during the day, draw on the Dao stele at night, and besides that, don't consider anything else, don't care whether you can finally learn the Taotie formation, whether you can comprehend the mystery of this formation, anyway, just keep drawing, treat the absolute formation as an ordinary formation to draw, to reach the extreme state of being focused.

Like this, keep drawing, keep drawing...

Forgetting to eat and sleep, day and night, not knowing how much time had passed, not knowing how many times he had drawn, how many times he had practiced...

Mo Hua truly managed to melt all the formation tattoos into his brain, to the point of being able to "draw backward like a flow."

These ancient, clumsy, and ferocious formation tattoos were no longer strange in Mo Hua's eyes; they were more like his own blood, his own hands, his own bones, a part of himself.

When the formation tattoos spread on the paper, it was as natural as breathing.

And these formation tattoos finally began to "respond" to Mo Hua.

Heaven rewards diligence.

They finally unveiled a corner of some mystery to Mo Hua.

These Taotie tattoos vaguely connected into one piece, no longer looking like rigid formation tattoos, but more like they had life, constantly swimming, like a carrier of some kind of "Dao," undergoing mysterious changes.

Mo Hua suddenly fell into a "flow" state, half-dreaming and half-awake, half-real and half-fake.

In this state, Mo Hua looked at the Taotie tattoos again and saw a completely different picture.

He saw a desolate land of despair, with starving people for ten thousand miles, corpses piled into mountains.

Dead bodies filled the heavens and the earth.

They were all starved to death, skin and bones, pitch black all over, boundless hunger, resentment, and hatred surging toward the sky, filling the entire heavens and earth.

Corpses and resentment brewed, fermented, and entangled with each other, seeming to make the laws of heaven and earth change.

Dead bodies that died of hunger began to dissipate, fade, and become black lines, densely packed, piled together.

The heavens and earth began to twist, began to abstract, began to deform, began to fuse into one...

Corpses were formation tattoos.

Formation tattoos were also corpses.

All the corpses, under the resentment of extreme hunger, had flesh and blood like dust, fused with the heavens and earth.

And all the black formation tattoos, under the twisting of the laws, finally merged into some kind of heaven and earth Dao.

Corpses, earth, sky, formation tattoos, laws, Dao...

Like a furnace, cast together.

A terrifying roar, gathered from countless voices, heart-rending enough to tear a person's heart, sounded between heaven and earth.

Thick black energy spread in the heavens and earth.

Pitch-black lightning tore through the heavens and earth, like the arrival of the end of the world.

And in this scene like a "purgatory furnace" of monstrous resentment and sky-filling black energy, vaguely, a huge figure appeared.

This figure was extremely fierce, powerful, and terrifying, seeming to be the symbol of the supreme disaster between heaven and earth, driven by countless resentments of extreme hunger, longing to swallow everything between heaven and earth, letting the entire heavens and earth, all living things, return to chaos...

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 1211 =====