The Quest for Immortality

Evil Spirit...

Mo Hua’s gaze slightly stiffened.

This evil aura was extremely intense, extremely cold, filled with despair, and was very similar to the aura he had sensed in the Evil Embryo dream signs.

But unlike before, when he sensed this aura, Mo Hua did not feel the ”hunger” of his Divine Soul; instead, he felt a sense of ”nausea.”

He could now initially determine that beneath Solitary Mountain, there must be an Evil Embryo being nurtured.

However, the method of nurturing this Evil Embryo might be different from any before...

Mo Hua’s expression gradually became serious.

It’s not just him; Mr. Hui, Mouse, and Stone, the three tomb raiders, also shivered and exchanged glances.

”Sir, this tomb, the aura seems a bit off...”

Stone, who was short and sturdy with solid muscles and spoke little along the way, said in a low voice to Mr. Hui.

Mr. Hui frowned.

In all his years of tomb raiding, he had never encountered such a peculiar tomb.

But remembering what the ”client” said about this tomb’s origins and the tomb owner’s identity, he slowly felt relieved at heart.

The bigger the tomb, the less it could be judged by common sense.

”Let’s go in then,” said Mr. Hui.

”Alright.” .

Stone nodded; he was merely expressing some doubts, saying it in passing.

Thieves never leave empty-handed; the tomb door was open, and he couldn’t just turn back now.

”Little Brother,” Mr. Hui turned his head and looked at Mo Hua, ”please go ahead.”

Mo Hua’s face turned pale, and he became a bit nervous, ”It’s so eerie inside, I’m... a bit scared, can I not go in?”

Mr. Hui looked at Mo Hua coldly.

Mo Hua sighed resignedly, ”Alright...”

He then took a step and entered the tomb door, with Mr. Hui closely following beside him.

Stone and Mouse followed.

Finally, the four black-robed cultivators, they exchanged a glance, with deep eyes holding various thoughts in the dark, then filed into the pitch-black tomb entrance.

...

Inside the tomb entrance, it was a complete shadow.

This was a more intense darkness.

Mo Hua squinted for a moment, then adapted to the darkness in front of him.

But in the darkness, there wasn’t anything particularly special, still the same as outside, a long passageway that stretched endlessly and deep and closed-off darkness.

And these passageways were similarly all-encompassing.

Mr. Hui looked at Mo Hua and said in a low voice, ”Little Brother, lead the way.”

Mo Hua imitated ”Mr. Pi,” holding a Compass in one hand, pretending to gesture with the other hand, while his eyes shone slightly, releasing his Divine Sense to sense the flow of Earth Formation forces around to guide everyone.

This was originally ”Mr. Pi’s” job.

But Mr. Pi was right; among the group, there couldn’t be two Formation Masters.

Now that Mr. Pi was dead, Mo Hua, who was proficient in formation techniques, naturally had to take over and guide everyone.

Thus, Mo Hua led the way at the front, identifying the direction according to the formations, guiding everyone forward.

But after walking for quite a while, the surroundings were still passageways, with no end in sight.

Mo Hua frowned, unable to help but sigh at how large this tomb really was.

Could it be that Solitary Mountain really buried some remarkable cultivator?

But on second thought, it seemed unlikely.

Solitary Mountain was just a Third-Grade State Boundary, still a ”backwater” mountain city, how could such an extraordinary cultivator be buried in a place like this...

But after pondering for a moment, Mo Hua still felt something was amiss.

Again, the issue was that this tomb was too large for an ordinary cultivator to be buried here.

Moreover, if the tomb of Solitary Mountain was insignificant, these tomb raiders and those four black-robed cultivators wouldn’t come to this tomb?

Together, these people amounted to seven Golden Cores!

Golden Cores aren’t easy to cultivate; in small state boundaries’ small families and sects, a Golden Core Cultivator could be considered a patriarch.

Seven Golden Cores, anywhere, would be a formidable force.

Mo Hua’s heart became filled with more doubts.

Furthermore, he was also unclear about the purpose of this group of people.

Mr. Pi and his companions were easier to understand, they were tomb raiders, even if they had many schemes, ultimately, it was for tomb raiding.

But those four black-robed cultivators weren’t likely that simple.

That young black-robed youth didn’t just look young; he was genuinely young.

At such a young age, to be a Golden Core Cultivator, requires not just talent, but also resources and inheritance; he definitely has a significant background.

The other three, shrouded in black robes, suppressing their aura.

When they first met, Mo Hua hadn’t noticed. But along the way, the faint pressure they unconsciously exuded carried a murderous aura throughout.

Mo Hua could determine that these three black-robed cultivators were not ordinary Golden Cores; their cultivation must be more than Initial Golden Core.

”Who exactly are these people?”

Mo Hua frowned.

While holding the Compass, observing the formations, discerning the direction, he contemplated inwardly, trying to figure out the identity of these people.

But after thinking for a while, he was still clueless.

These four black-robed figures were tightly wrapped, revealing nothing, with too few clues.

The one young man who showed his face, Mo Hua didn’t recognize.

”Should I... calculate?”

”To see what their true identities are?”

After pondering for a moment, Mo Hua couldn’t suppress his curiosity, touched his thumb, took out a Copper Coin from the Storage Ring, slightly rubbed it, and conducted a calculation.

But he didn’t dare to calculate much, only slightly touching the Copper Coin, skimming the surface for a sliver, and immediately stopped.

This was within the tomb passage, surrounded by Golden Core level desperadoes.

He was being watched and didn’t dare to make any grand gestures; otherwise, it would be easily detected by others.