Mr. Tu?!
Mo Hua’s heart skipped a beat.
Although he didn’t know the exact identity of this Mr. Tu, from past events, this "Mr. Tu" was very likely the number one "dog" of the Great Wilderness Evil God within the Qian Learning State Boundary.
If that’s the case, his cultivation realm must not be low.
The Formation must be profound, and his Divine Thought also very strong.
I may not be able to hide!
"Not good!"
Mo Hua felt a bit panicked, a chill creeping into his heart.
At that mont, the blood-colored figure possessing the black-clothed leader suddenly started, turning his head abruptly towards Mo Hua’s direction.
However, his gaze was blocked by the massive sheep-horned demon monster statue.
Mo Hua imdiately retracted his head, concealing his presence, sitting motionless on the sheep horn skull, not daring to make any sound.
The blood-colored figure’s gaze was fixed intently on Mo Hua’s direction.
The black-clothed leader, being possessed, was sowhat bewildered and asked, "Gentleman, what’s wrong?"
The blood-colored figure was in a daze for a mont, then suddenly frowned.
It resided in the black-clothed leader’s body and could only speak through his mouth, appearing to talk to itself but with a completely different tone and expression:
"On the statue, there’s a trace of ’deity’ presence."
The black-clothed leader was shocked, trembling with fear, and said:
"Could it be... the ’Divine Lord’ has descended?"
The blood-colored figure’s voice was sowhat twisted, with a peculiar rasp and a hint of confusion:
"No... this altar has never been invoked to avoid being entangled in karma by those elders. Why then, is there a presence of the ’Divine Lord’?"
The black-clothed leader frowned and said:
"Gentleman, should we go check at the altar?"
"Presumptuous!" The blood-colored figure’s voice suddenly beca severe, "The Divine Lord must not be desecrated! The altar’s holy land, is the supre throne of the Divine Lord, beyond the reach of our re mortal bodies!"
The black-clothed leader, reprimanded, imdiately bowed and said:
"Gentleman, forgive . It was the disciple’s ignorance that offended the Majesty of the Great Divine Lord, for which the disciple deserves to die a thousand deaths."
The blood-colored figure’s expression eased slightly.
"But... where does this aura of deity co from?"
The black-clothed leader pondered for a mont, then suddenly had an epiphany, speaking in a trembling voice:
"Gentleman, could it be... that our long-planned grand sche is coming to fruition, and the Divine Lord is gradually awakening?!"
"The mighty power of the Divine Lord is gradually awakening, thus the originally empty altar has also been graced with the Divine Lord’s presence?"
The blood-colored figure was taken aback, then his eyes glead brightly, and he said:
"Kneel!"
The black-clothed leader imdiately obeyed, kneeling with his head to the ground, along with the blood-colored figure on him, bowing respectfully three tis towards the sheep-horned demon monster statue — and, unknowingly, towards Mo Hua behind the statue, while chanting:
"My Lord is immortal, endless in longevity."
Mo Hua felt a bit conflicted inside.
After bowing, the black-clothed leader lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the sheep-horned demon monster statue, fearing he might anger the "Divine Lord" who was possibly present.
Afterward, the black-clothed leader respectfully walked back to the main hall.
He dared not look at the statue again.
Nor dared he approach the altar behind the statue.
Mo Hua slowly exhaled.
He was prepared that if discovered, he would imdiately act, use his divine sense to control ink and draft a formation to blow up the statue along with the altar, and then make his escape in the chaos.
Fortunately, the believers of the Great Wilderness Evil God were devout enough.
And it was precisely their devotion that preserved their Divine Lord’s altar.
Mo Hua glanced at the White Bone Broken Sword in his hand.
There wasn’t a trace of aura in the sword.
Perhaps the Sword Bone within sensed the danger and was "playing dead."
Mo Hua shook his head, then stealthily poked his head out again, glancing at the blood-colored figure on the black-clothed leader.
This blood-colored figure must be that "Mr. Tu."
Within the figure, there was a mix of rationality and brutality, an eerie aura.
But strangely enough, this aura wasn’t particularly strong.
"Not the true body?"
Mo Hua murmured in his heart.
It looked more like a wisp of remnant soul, only at the Foundation Establishnt level, at most the Foundation Establishnt Peak.
It’s likely because it was possessing this Foundation Establishnt Peak black-clothed leader; if the remnant soul’s realm was too high, exceeding Foundation Establishnt, the burden would be heavy, and this black-clothed leader might not withstand it.
"Just a wisp of remnant soul..."
Mo Hua was a bit disappointed.
But at the sa ti, he felt a bit relieved.
If it were truly Mr. Tu’s true form, he’d probably be dood.
Conversely, if Mr. Tu’s true form were indeed in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, the result of his Copper Coin Calculation of heavenly secrets would probably be "great misfortune."
Good... my calculations were fairly accurate.
Mo Hua silently noted in his heart.
On the other side, the black-clothed leader walked to the center of the main hall, sat upright with a solemn deanor, and then respectfully perford a disciple’s salute towards the opposite side, saying:
"Disciple Jin Yixuan, respectfully requests Gentleman to impart the Formation."
Jin Yixuan?
Mo Hua was surprised.
Sure enough, a scion of the Jin family, the na only differing by a single character from that Jin Yicai, they were probably of the sa generation, with a close blood relation.
Moreover...
Impart the Formation?
Mo Hua’s heart skipped a beat.
To request "Mr. Tu" to impart the Formation, could it be that what he was imparting is...
Mo Hua held his breath and listened attentively.
As expected, after a mont, "Mr. Tu" the blood-colored remnant soul spoke solemnly:
"The Dao is not to be questioned lightly, nor the thods lightly imparted. Do you know what kind of legacy I am to impart to you?"
As the black-clothed leader, Jin Yixuan bowed his head and said:
"Disciple understands, what Gentleman imparts is the supre Formation Ultimate Technique, perceived through the mortal’s sense, bestowed by the deity—"
"Divine Way Formation!"
Mo Hua’s heart leaped with a "thump."
It finally ca!
Divine Way Formation!
In the main hall, Mr. Tu’s blood-colored remnant shadow nodded slightly and said solemnly:
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