The Quest for Immortality

The copper coin lay quietly in Mo Hua’s pale palm, seemingly lightweight, yet it felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Mo Hua felt a mix of emotions.

”But...” Mo Hua wondered to himself, ”this Storage Ring, I’ve searched through it countless times before, there was absolutely nothing else inside...”

”Why did a copper coin suddenly appear?”

How did this copper coin appear after all?

Was it hidden by the Master on purpose?

Mo Hua touched his right thumb again.

On his thumb, the ancient ring looked ordinary, yet it was formless and traceless.

But it drank his blood, connected to his bloodline, visible only to him.

”Could this Storage Ring hide other secrets?”

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, sighed silently.

Time was running out, he couldn’t think too much, if he delayed any longer, Ling Huxiao and Little Wood might be sent into the depths of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, never to return.

He wanted to save them, but felt powerless.

Mo Hua examined the copper coin in his hand again.

Memories traced back in his mind.

It was then he realized, he had seen his Master use this copper coin before.

That was during their time in the Five Elements Sect.

When he used the Zhang Family’s blank Zombie Ancestor picture to seal the Five Elements Source Pattern, forming a ”Five Elements Formation Flow Map”, he presented it to his Master.

His Master once took out a few copper coins, placed them on the table, forming a mysterious formation that suppressed the Five Elements Source Pattern, making it not dare to act rashly.

Back then, he understood nothing.

Did not comprehend what these copper coins were, nor the purpose of using them for formation.

Now in contemplation, he realized that the formation laid by his Master with copper coins should be some kind of heavenly secret layout, locking the causality of the Five Elements Source Pattern like an eye.

That should also be a form of ”Heavenly secret Calculation”.

Mo Hua held the copper coin in his hand, feeling the remnants of warm memories on the cold copper coin, he felt emotional and somewhat troubled:

”How do I use this copper coin?”

The profound heavenly secret calculations, he understood not a bit of.

His Master foresaw the heavenly secrets, strategized with precision, reversed fortune within his grasp, abilities he possessed none of.

Nor did he know how to learn it...

Could he only rely on ”chance”?

Mo Hua remembered, others would toss copper coins, using heads or tails to determine fortune, should he try it too?

The night was deep, the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons was bloody.

The valley entrance resembled the bloodthirsty mouth of a monster beast, seemingly ready to close shut soon.

”Time is short, treat the dead horse as if it were alive...”

Mo Hua clutched the copper coin in his palm, softly chanted to himself:

”Heavenly secret is but a thread, calculating causality, using the copper coin’s heads or tails to divine the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons journey’s fortune, heads for fortune, tails for misfortune...”

Mo Hua’s pupils turned deep, his Divine Thought transformed, donning three layers of Deceitful Shadow.

In his eyes, the heavenly secret patterns fluctuated.

In the depths of his pupils, a faint golden hue emerged.

With the fusion of heavenly secret calculation and heavenly secret tricky calculation, he propelled an almost deity-like Divine Thought, using the ”copper coin” as a medium to glimpse into his own causality.

Subsequently, Mo Hua flicked his finger.

The copper coin tossed into the air, constantly spinning, initially everything appeared usual, but in an instant, a sudden change occurred.

Dense causal lines entangled upon it, fortune and misfortune kept reversing...

A humming sound like a Great Dao bell suddenly resounded.

Mo Hua’s pupils suddenly shook.

In that moment, the world spun, and the Eryi divided, as though something sliced open his Sea of Consciousness, tore through the world’s facade, connecting with the profound aura from the void.

Mo Hua seemed to see the rotation of sun and moon, a sky full of stars.

Saw the vast earth, beings bustling.

Saw all things in heaven and earth, the world’s beings, countless causality cycles converged into a rising line suspended in the sky, spanning the heavens — a ”Milky Way”.

Like the ultimate truth of heaven and earth, indescribably brilliant, bewitchingly splendid, deeply profound.

In the void, Mo Hua felt an indefinable and ineffable insight.

This causal ”Milky Way” was the heavenly secret!

The world as a chessboard, beings as chess pieces, causality intertwined, merging into the heavenly secret.

In the vast Milky Way of heavenly secrets.

He was merely an unnoticed piece on the chessboard.

Yet at the same time, he sat beside the chessboard, holding a chess piece, discerning his own fortune...

Through his own causal calculation, he nudged the heavenly secret...

...

In Taoist State, at the Heaven Shu Pavilion.

The Pavilion Elder, who had been dozing off in front of the chessboard, suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with confusion mixed with a trace of incredulity.

”Someone... is using a Heavenly secret Calculation?!”

”A true Heavenly secret Calculation!”

The Pavilion Elder’s eyes trembled, his heart skipped a beat.

That person’s Life Chart was already severed, causality cut off, vitality extinguished, who else in this world could know Heavenly secret Calculation?

And who exactly... is calculating?!”

He looked up at the sky, seeing a spot on the pitch-black night sky where a star pattern was indeed faint, yet emitted a uniquely subtle mysterious light.

”Still very immature, unaware of concealment...”

The elder sat still before the chessboard, a few times conceived an impulse to perform a calculation, to calculate this faint starlight’s true identity.

To calculate, after that person’s life force was severed, who could still learn the true Heavenly secret Calculation.

To calculate this almost imperceptible ”variable” within the heavenly secret...

But in the end, he restrained himself.

The Pavilion Elder couldn’t help but look at the tabletop.

On the tabletop, there was a candlestick.

The candlestick had crane patterns and cloud flow, dragon flight and phoenix dance, exceptionally luxurious, appearing somewhat out of place with the simple room.

Within the candlestick, there was an engraved special formation.

It had been a gift when that person, radiant and full of youthful spirit, served as the Supervisor at the Heaven Shu Pavilion.

But now, this candlestick had been used for so many years, it had become too old.

Even the candle flame was extremely weak.