The Quest for Immortality
Tao cultivation is not just about fighting and killing.
Vision and experience are also a part of a cultivator’s strength.
This is how Mo Hua was: watching Mr. Hui open the altar and set up his methods, seeing him activate the Taoist Seal Formation, the Yellow Jade Ancient Talisman, and perform a series of seemingly impressive secret techniques with his Eight Diagrams Step.
These secret techniques might actually be useful.
But Mo Hua guessed that part of these "rituals" were actually redundant, meant to camouflage and prevent the real inheritance from being learned by others.
Especially by someone like Mo Hua.
Moreover, Maoshan’s process was quite well-defended.
At least for Mo Hua, except for the formation part, the other Maoshan Taoist Skill seemed quite baffling.
Nonetheless, Mr. Hui’s Maoshan Taoist Skill truly had an effect.
As his rituals unfolded, indeed some kind of vibes around the copper coffin were drawn by Mr. Hui.
The surrounding deathly and gloomy aura was gradually cleansed away.
Some karmic bonds started to spin, detach, and completely disintegrate...
Mo Hua could almost see with the naked eye a thin layer of mist slowly dissipating, the karmic aura, flowing with pitch-black blood, suffusing the surroundings.
It was like opening a gate to hell on earth.
The ground began to tremble slowly, jagged rocks crumbled.
The massive bright yellow copper coffin started to melt, golden copper liquid flowed on the ground, outlining a large inscription.
Then the inscription shattered, and the ground collapsed.
Underneath the melting copper coffin, appeared a huge, pitch-black pit.
This huge copper coffin was like a "lock."
Now that the lock had dissolved, the gates to the deeper tomb had opened...
Seeing this spectacular and profound Maoshan Taoist Skill and the pitch-black, eerie pit emitting a chilling gloom like the Nine Nether lands, Mo Hua took a sharp breath.
"The ground gate to the tomb has opened," Mr. Hui wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, exhaled deeply, and bowed to the elder in black robes.
"Much obliged." The elder in black robes activated his eyes, gazing towards that eerie pit.
And the moment the elder in black robes turned his head, Mr. Hui swiftly picked up a Jade Talisman and stuck it on his forehead.
The Jade Talisman shattered, flashing light, and Mr. Hui’s entire figure disappeared.
The elder in black robes was taken aback, then quickly flicked his sleeve, shooting a blood-colored bone needle into an empty spot several yards away.
The bone needle pierced through an indistinct silhouette.
This silhouette flickered, falling to the ground.
The elder in black robes frowned, "Maoshan Substitute Escape Talisman?"
As soon as he spoke, the silhouette pierced by the bone needle and fallen on the ground revealed its original form, a puppet made of wood.
"A fake, a puppet?"
Mo Hua froze for a moment, then suddenly felt a chill, and looked up to see a large hand before him.
This large hand, wrapped in an earthy aura, reached out towards him.
"Mr. Hui? He wants to capture me?"
Mo Hua stood still in place, effectively pretending that there was no chance to evade.
Suddenly, a blood-colored sword light slashed down.
The "Young Master Xuan," standing within two yards of Mo Hua, seemed to have been paying close attention to Mo Hua’s movements, promptly drawing his sword, pulling a streak of blood light, striking towards Mr. Hui’s palm.
Mr. Hui had no choice but to withdraw his hand.
He wanted to continue his attack to capture Mo Hua, but Young Master Xuan had already stepped forward, blocking in front of Mo Hua.
Mr. Hui inwardly cursed.
Originally, he intended to seize the chance to abduct Mo Hua along with him.
Unexpectedly, using the Maoshan Substitute Escape Technique, he had fooled the elder in black robes, but this black-robed youth named Young Master Xuan had suddenly intervened.
The chance to escape lay in those few moments; unable to capture Mo Hua, he could only escape alone.
He would definitely not venture into that gloomy underground.
With his experience, going there was likely a death sentence.
So, after using the Maoshan Taoist Skill to melt the copper coffin and open the gate, Mr. Hui immediately wanted to flee.
After all, the door was already open, and he was of no further use.
As long as he escaped the underground palace, those powerful Demon Cultivators would probably not pursue relentlessly.
If they still wanted to go further into the tomb, they couldn’t afford to waste too much time on him.
Before leaving, Mr. Hui hoped to abduct Mo Hua.
Nowadays, talent was what mattered.
Tomb treasures are temporary, but nurturing a Formation Master could provide ongoing opportunities to plunder treasures.
It’s a pity that the black-robed youth disrupted the plan.
Mr. Hui, decisive by nature, seeing his plan fail, didn’t dwell on Mo Hua any longer, instead forming a hand seal and stamping the ground, his entire body sinking into the earth, vanishing without a trace.
This should also be the Earth Escape Skill from the Maoshan Taoists.
The elder in black robes sneered, his gaze tightened, and he fully extended his Divine Sense. .
The elder’s Divine Sense was extremely strong, even Mo Hua felt as if immersed in a sea of blood, his chest gripped with suffocation.
Within a moment, it seemed the elder had sensed Mr. Hui’s location.
He grasped the air, blood threads emerged, weaving into a spear, stabbing into a distant patch of ground.
When the blood spear pulled out, it dragged out a figure.
It was Mr. Hui, about to flee.
The blood spear had deeply pierced Mr. Hui’s shoulder, and he gritted his teeth, trying to draw a blade to sever his arm and escape.
But before he could sever his arm, a monster cultivator as tall as a Bear Pi appeared behind him, clutching Mr. Hui’s shoulder with a bear-like hand.
The sound of bones cracking was heard.
The dagger in his hand dropped to the ground, Mr. Hui’s face turned pale instantly, unable to move, he pleaded, "Senior, spare me!"