Chapter 1992: Uprising (part 2)
Young Master Xuan immediately removed Mo Hua’s golden band, not daring to let Mo Hua ignite the "human lamp" again.
The wisp of golden Divine Thought vanished.
The countless vengeful spirits and fierce ghosts paused, indeed becoming silent, but only for a moment. What followed was a strong sense of anger and roaring.
The "fat meat" dripping with the aura of a deity was snatched away.
Numerous vengeful spirits and ghostly creatures were furious.
They began to go mad, twisting and mutating, attacking each other, flying wildly, biting everything indiscriminately.
"Have all these ghosts... gone insane?"
The black-robed elder gasped, then dared not delay, fully activating the Mist Lamp to cover the group’s frantic advance forward.
But after all, they were a bit late.
Mr. Hui and Stone were most eroded by the ghostly creatures.
The rest of the group also, more or less, was tainted with the aura of malevolent spirits.
The only exception was Mo Hua.
Whether vengeful spirits or fierce ghosts, they would rush to Mo Hua and then stop cold as if encountering something terrifying, not daring to make a move at all.
As a result, among the chaotic ghost swarm, Mo Hua was actually the safest.
However, all these changes on the ominous spirit level were clear to Mo Hua, but not to the others.
The black-robed elder and the others just felt an eerie coldness, a bone-chilling cold, with tremendous pressure bearing down on them.
But they didn’t know that the fierce ghosts had already bitten them and torn some "flesh" off their bodies.
If this continued, no matter if they were Demon Sect leaders with Golden Core Cultivation, they would all die in this Taoist Field.
But luckily, they were not far from the edge of the Taoist Field.
This was their chance for survival.
After half an hour, the group walked out of the golden Taoist Field, escaping from the thousands of bronze figures and countless vengeful ghosts and shadowy spirits behind them.
The black-robed elder felt a rare sense of having narrowly escaped death.
It was a feeling he had not experienced in many years.
Behind him, a dense aura of evil spirits loomed like storm clouds bearing down on a city.
Clearly, the unrest had not ceased. The disturbed shadowy spirits swept through the entire Taoist Field like a raging storm, chilling hearts to the core.
The black-robed elder slowly turned his head, looking at Mo Hua beside him, a feeling of extreme absurdity rising in his heart.
"This kid... who on earth is he?"
"Why does his Divine Sense cause such a massive evil disturbance...?"
"Could his Divine Thought be ’immortal flesh’? Why is it so immensely attractive?"
The black-robed elder’s eyes widened in shock, momentarily in disbelief.
But Mo Hua stood there like a wooden figure, unresponsive, his eyes gradually dimming, as if his Divine Sense essence had been depleted from being lit as a lamp.
"What a pity..."
The black-robed elder sighed slightly upon seeing this, contemplating silently, "Such exceptional Divine Sense talent, if it weren’t for having the Devil planted in his Taoist Heart, he would surely have been a promising candidate for a Great Witch..."
"It’s a pity, all wasted now..."
The black-robed elder shook his head, then gathered his thoughts and said to the group, "This is no place to stay, better leave early."
Young Master Xuan nodded.
The feeling of being entangled by shadowy spirits, like needles in the back, was indeed uncomfortable.
The group then set out again, stepping one by one along the resplendent golden steps like dragon scales, climbing towards the most magnificent Divine Temple at the top.
And having crossed Solitary Mountain City and the vast shadowy spirits.
This deepest, grandest, most resplendent Divine Temple, perched atop the group of platforms, slowly unfolded before their eyes...
Meanwhile, outside the Divine Temple.
Shen Shouxing, Xun Ziyou, along with the Shen Family elders, Master Gu, and Fan Jin, were jointly attacking the main gate of the Divine Temple.
They wanted to break through the gate, rescuing Mo Hua and Shen Qingsheng.
As time passed, the longer Mo Hua and Shen Qingsheng stayed inside the Divine Temple, the more dangerous their situation became, and the slimmer their chances of survival.
Mo Hua might still be fine.
Xun Ziyou, holding the Jade Pendant, at least knew that Mo Hua’s life was temporarily safe.
But not Shen Qingsheng.
Even Shen Shouxing knew that his son was ultimately a pampered waste; without the family’s protection, he couldn’t accomplish anything. Yet, he was arrogant and conceited, disregarding everyone.
Now he had fallen into the hands of several Golden Core Great Demon Cultivators, ruthless and cunning. If not rescued, it was basically a death sentence.
Hence, Shen Shouxing was more anxious than anyone.
At the same time, a voice unbidden echoed in his mind:
"This is your only son. If he dies, you will have no descendants..."
The words "no descendants" inexplicably terrified Shen Shouxing.
So he spared no effort, employing all manner of Sword Qi and Magic Treasures, hoping to blast open the gate of this Divine Temple.
Yet, no matter how hard he tried, the Divine Temple gate remained unmoved.
Xun Ziyou also furrowed his brows.
He himself didn’t matter, but this Shen Shouxing was an influential elder of the Shen Family, at the Golden Core Peak, just a step away from the Feather Transformation Realm. Even with his cultivation techniques, he couldn’t blow open this door...
This Divine Temple was undoubtedly extraordinary...
"Mo Hua..."
Xun Ziyou slightly furrowed his brow.
It’s hard to believe, but his "bodyguard" might be more concerned about Mo Hua’s safety than Mo Hua himself.
Xun Ziyou again touched the Void Sword Order in his sleeve, his gaze grave.
This Sword Command he kept in his sleeve without a bit of neglect, ready to crush it at the slightest indication of Mo Hua’s Jade Pendant turning black, to notify Elder Master Xun.
But looking at the current situation, even notifying Elder Master Xun might not immediately open this Divine Temple gate.