"Although far from comparable to Master, it's still quite good," Bai Zisheng said.
Mo Hua remained silent.
He turned his head again and glanced at Li Mountain City.
He still wanted to see his Master.
But he couldn't...
Golden Core, Feather Transformation...
Such levels of cultivation were simply beyond his reach.
He was just in the Qi Refinent stage...
Mo Hua sighed dejectedly, hesitated for a mont, and then said, "I want to go back to Tongxian City to see my parents..."
He had been away from ho for a long ti and wanted to go back to see how things were.
"No problem," Bai Zisheng nodded, "I too want to go back and see Uncle Mo and Aunt Liu, and afterward, you can co with to the Bai Family..."
"With such high comprehension and skill in Formation, even in the Bai Family, no one would dare to look down upon you..."
Mo Hua hesitated, "But, isn't that inappropriate..."
He wasn't a mber of the Bai Family...
Bai Zisheng sternly said, "What's wrong with that? You are my Junior Brother, which makes us family. As your Senior Brother, it's natural that I should look after you!"
"Once we're at the Bai Family, if anyone looks down on you, they're looking down on ! If anyone bullies you, they're bullying ! I'll knock their teeth out!"
Mo Hua was touched but still shook his head.
Bai Zisheng said, "No rush, take your ti to think about it."
Bai Zixi also glanced at Mo Hua, her voice clear but resolute, "At the Bai Family, no one will dare to bully you!"
Mo Hua was slightly startled, then smiled, "Thank you, Senior Sister..."
Mo Hua's smile was like a clear spring, pure and transparent, flowing warmly from the heart.
Bai Zixi subtly averted her gaze.
Aunt Xue saw everything, her eyes filled with both relief and tenderness, and yet a hint of reluctance.
So things are simple and pure.
But the Cultivation World is cold and cruel...
Mo Hua still shook his head, "I'll go back to see my parents first, and... we'll see about the rest later."
He hadn't made up his mind about the rest.
He had to achieve Foundation Establishnt and uncover the secrets of the Mysterious Heaven Great Formation.
The Formation was difficult to unravel.
It might take one or two years, or perhaps, ten to twenty years...
But no matter what, he had to unlock the Formation, and then step by step, as his Master had instructed, he had to cultivate his Divine Sense to the extre, to achieve the Supre Divine Sense and Achieve the Great Dao!
The process would definitely be difficult and most certainly arduous.
He had many secrets...
Although he was reluctant to leave his Junior Brother and Junior Sister, the Bai Family... might not be such a good place to go...
The Dali Mountain State boundary is vast.
Once they left Li Mountain City, the continuous undulating Dali Mountain range unfolded, with layers of mountains and winding paths.
Mo Hua and his companions walked along the mountain paths, getting farther and farther from Li Mountain City.
The mountains were like jade, the clouds like stead and colorful clouds.
The magnificent scenery diluted their lancholy, yet left them with endless wistfulness.
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After walking for several days, Aunt Xue's eyebrows knitted together.
Bai Zisheng asked, "Aunt Xue, what's wrong?"
Aunt Xue pondered for a mont and shook her head, "Nothing."
After another five or six days, Aunt Xue's expression beca more and more serious.
The others then realized that sothing was amiss.
Bai Zixi said, "Aunt Xue, what happened?"
Aunt Xue hesitated for a mont and then told the truth,
"Ten days ago, I sent a ssage to the Mada through the Jade Slip, explaining the situation, but all this ti the ssage hasn't gotten out. It seems that it's not just Li Mountain City; the entire Dali Mountain appears to be locked down, hiding the heavenly secrets and cutting off communication..."
All of them looked solemn.
Mo Hua looked up and indeed felt that the sky was hazy. He could see the sky, but also "saw" that it wasn't quite the sa as before.
It was as if sothing was blocking it.
"Aunt Xue, what's covering the sky?" Mo Hua asked.
Aunt Xue frowned, "It might be the... Nether Heavenly chanism Seal..."
"Heavenly chanism Seal?"
"Yes," Aunt Xue nodded, "The Heavenly chanism Seal is a type of magical treasure that can conceal heavenly secrets, lock cause and effect, and even isolate ssages, preventing other cultivators from seeing, detecting, or divining anything..."
"Both the Righteous Dao and the Demon Path have such treasures."
"However, to block heavenly secrets on such a large scale and isolate the entire Dali Mountain, such a treasure must be extraordinary. It's very possible that it's one of the Demon Path's supre treasures, the Nether Heavenly chanism Seal..."
"Demon Path's supre treasure, Nether Heavenly chanism Seal..." Mo Hua nodded, committing the na to mory.
"What do we do now?" Bai Zisheng asked.
"Let's head out first, leave Dali Mountain..." Aunt Xue said with a frown, but her expression remained grave.
After several more days, just as they were about to leave Dali Mountain, a group of cultivators suddenly appeared before them.
These cultivators ca without warning but seed as if they had been waiting there for a long ti.
So wore black robes, others wore bloodied garnts; their appearances were diverse.
There was a gaunt Taoist with burn scars covering half his face, a fat Buddha with eyes that could barely open from smiling, a glamorous female cultivator with blood-red lips and protruding fangs, and a corpse driver with a corpse on his back...
These dozen or so people exuded a sinister and profound aura, yet it was restrained.
They were all, without exception, Golden Core stage Demon Cultivators!
Among the crowd, the only person Mo Hua recognized was a cultivator in the late stage of Foundation Establishnt, wearing a five-colored Taoist robe and a golden crown—Liao Tiande from the Five Elents Sect, the forr Sect Leader.
The once Sect Leader was now bending the knee and obsequiously smiling.
Liao Tiande pointed at Mo Hua and the others, addressing a young man wearing extravagant blood-colored clothing, extrely handso, with a sinister blood mark on his brow,
"Saint Heir, these are Mr. Zhuang's direct disciples..."
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