The Quest for Immortality

The control of Iron Corpse had reached its limit.

Mo Hua then imitated Lu Chengyun, painting on the Chief Elder’s body the same Spiritual Pivot Formation as the Corpse King, and endowed it with a high-permission Sequential Formation Pattern. On the other Iron Corpse Elders, he painted subordinate Sequence Formation Patterns.

By controlling the Chief Elder, he thus commanded the ordinary Elders.

Sure enough, he felt much lighter with his Divine Sense, and his control over the Iron Corpses became even more precise.

With this, Mo Hua now had a total of eleven Iron Corpses in his hands!

This was the entire number of living Elders of the Zhang Family.

Originally, they were all Elders of the Zhang Family, obeying the orders of the Zombie Ancestor, but now they had become Divine Consciousness puppets of Mo Hua and were under his control.

The situation had changed from being outnumbered to outnumbering the enemy.

Using the enemies’ tactics against them.

Using the Zhang Family’s Elders to fight the ancient ancestor of the Zhang Family!

Mo Hua nodded with a smile, expressing satisfaction with his own cunning,

”I am truly remarkable!”

Next, Mo Hua arranged the eleven Iron Corpses of the Zhang Family in a line, ready for battle, waiting for the arrival of the Zhang Family Ancestor.

As for himself, he hid on the side, lying in wait, ready to watch the ancestors of the Zhang Family fight among themselves, reaping the benefits for himself...

Zhang Quan, who saw all this, regretted it to his core.

It was a big mistake; he should never have provoked this little ancestral master!

Actually, had he been angered to death sooner, it would have been better.

If he had been angered to death earlier, he wouldn’t have been used to threaten the ancestors of his Zhang Family.

Now, they had also fallen to the point of ”assisting a tyrant in his oppression”.

Mo Hua was that little tyrant.

Not only did he consume them, but he also turned them into wraiths to further harm the forefathers of his Zhang Family.

Now, the Elders of the Zhang Family had all become the ”wraiths” of this ”little tyrant” and were about to harm their old ancestor!

The old ancestor was in real danger!

This little devil, Mo Hua, was far more fearsome than Lu Chengyun!

Zhang Quan was both anxious and frightened.

But now he was just a puppet, dominated by Mo Hua, obeying Mo Hua’s commands, and completely powerless...

...

After some time, Mo Hua, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

He felt the Divine Thought walls shake, as if something powerful was approaching...

Moments later, mist swirled.

An elder with an air of immortality descended on a cloud.

This man, with white hair and beard, looked otherworldly and dignified; it was Zhang Quan’s great ancestor, the Zombie Ancestor from the Ancestral Master Picture.

Mo Hua’s eyes lit up, and a mischievous smile formed on his lips...

...

The Zhang Family Ancestor had arrived.

He had no choice but to come.

Because no one in the Zhang Family was left.

One by one, they had all disappeared without return.

In just half a day, his disciples and grand-disciples had vanished.

The once full Ancestral Master Picture now had only him left, the sole surviving ancestor.

If he didn’t show up, the corpse-path heritage of the Zhang Family would truly be at an end.

There must be someone scheming a trap.

This was about the bloodline and the heritage of the Corpse Path.

He wanted to see who or what dared to plot against his Zhang Family?

When the Ancestors of the Zhang Family arrived, he was first taken aback.

Such a profound Divine Sense!

Like the legendary lands of dense spiritual energy, the Divine Sense here was terrifyingly pure.

Could it be that his disciples were voraciously indulging, so content that they didn’t want to return?

The Zhang Family Ancestor frowned, looking around in astonishment.

There were no outsiders, no other evil spirits, or Divine Consciousness Entities.

Only about a dozen of his Zhang Family Elders were lined up, standing like wooden stakes.

The Zhang Family Ancestor with a frown said,

”What is the meaning of this?”

The group of Elders had obscure auras and dull eyes, and remained silent.

The Zhang Family Ancestor sensed something was wrong.

Just as he was about to step forward for a closer look, a sudden chill wind arose.

The Zhang Family Chief Elder took the lead to strike, claws swelling with Corpse Poison, attacking the back of the Zhang Family Ancestor.

”An ambush?”

The face of the Zhang Family Ancestor changed drastically as he grabbed the wrist of the Chief Elder, blocking his assault.

At the same time, the other Elders also made their moves, aiming for vital spots: the heart, the eyes, the crown of the head, the groin, the joints...

Each move was lethal, intending to kill their old ancestor!

The Zhang Family Ancestor was furious.

He could never have imagined that in such a short period of time, his disciples and grand-disciples not only vanished but also betrayed him, and were even plotting patricide, attempting to take the life of their old ancestor!

”A bunch of scourges!”

The Zhang Family Ancestor defended himself, parrying a few moves, but was overwhelmed by the numbers. His Taoist robe was torn, his arms were cut, and several strands of his white beard were pulled out...

The Zhang Family Ancestor’s gaze grew stern.

During the combat, he noticed something unusual about these Elders.

”Were they controlled?”

The Zhang Family Ancestor’s thoughts raced.

Controlled by what?

A spell?

An Illusion Technique?

Were they bewitched or brainwashed?

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The Zhang Family Ancestor’s mind stirred, and he immediately chanted loudly, subsequently barking:

”The Ancestral Master is here, why haven’t you converted yet?”

”Convert to my school, and seek eternal life...”

”Convert to my school...”

”Seek eternal life...”

These words, both loud and distant, resonated in the ears and hearts of those present, possessing the power to enchant and compel conversion.

Mo Hua’s Divine Sense also wavered momentarily.

But after a brief moment, his mind cleared like a stream, and he was instantly awake.

On the other hand, the Iron Corpses revealed looks of longing and desire.

But they were controlled by the Spiritual Pivot Formation, their actions governed by Spiritual Threads, mere puppets, so what they thought didn’t really matter.