The Quest for Immortality

Mo Hua felt gratified.

Seeing Mo Hua move to step into the pitch-black secret chamber, Sect Master Zhao couldn’t help but say, ”Young Master Mo, be careful.”

”Don’t worry.”

Mo Hua casually replied, then stepped into the chamber, which was filled with Mr. Witch’s powerful aura.

The view was shrouded in darkness, then gradually illuminated by green flames.

A few wolf bones, used as torches, crackled as they burned.

An unpleasant smell floated through the air.

Mo Hua focused his gaze and saw that the chamber was not large, with a formation in the center. The formation was painted with monster patterns of various kinds: eagle, tiger, snake, deer, bull...

In the midst of these complex monster patterns stood an altar.

However, the altar was empty, with nothing on it.

Beneath the altar lay various books, bone scrolls, and wolf parchment covered in densely packed, blood-stained writing.

It seemed someone had spent a long time here, studying the books and bone scrolls, researching something.

Beneath the desk, there was also a brazier containing several cracked wolf bones.

Mo Hua’s eyes lit up.

His guess was correct; this was Mr. Witch’s ”hiding place,” where he practiced the bone armor divination, deduced fortunes and misfortunes, studied the art of causality, and peered into his own life chart.

However, skilled riders fall, and skilled swimmers drown.

Those who frequently study heavenly secrets and calculate causality often end up dying from the very ”causality” they study.

Such was the fate of Mr. Witch.

”Will I also die from heavenly causality one day?”

Mo Hua felt a little apprehensive, cautioning himself silently.

But then he thought, that was a concern for the future; one shouldn’t abandon learning because of fear and avoid researching due to worries about causality entanglement leading to disaster.

What needs to be learned must be learned.

Mo Hua flipped through the book and tapped nearby bricks. With his rich ”scavenging” experience, not long after, he found a wolf-pattern storage bag hidden beneath a monster-pattern formation-sealed stone.

Inside the storage bag was exactly what Mo Hua needed now:

A thin booklet named ”Great Wilderness Demon Bone Divination Skill.”

The book was made of an unknown monster hide, rough and ancient.

On it, written in the Great Wilderness script, along with obscure diagrams, was the secret technique of the Great Wilderness Clan burning demon bones, scrutinizing hexagram patterns, and performing causality divination.

Without a second thought, Mo Hua stored ”Great Wilderness Demon Bone Divination Skill” in his storage ring.

Other items left by Mr. Witch, such as books, bone scrolls, and manuscripts, were all collected by him as well.

”These are all valuable items, need to find a quiet place to study them carefully...”

Mo Hua’s eyes gleamed with joy.

With this secret tome of Great Wilderness demon bone divination, he could finally lay a foundation, completing his ”limping” causality skills, truly embarking on the path of a powerful Heavenly Mechanism Cultivator.

No longer would he possess mighty divine thoughts, immense computational power, and top algorithms yet simply rely on intuition due to the lack of foundational knowledge.

In heavenly causality, others have ”skills,” but lack ”Dao.”

Mo Hua is the opposite; he understood much about ”Dao,” but his foundational ”skills” were scarce.

After obtaining ”Great Wilderness Demon Bone Divination Skill,” Mo Hua was thrilled but still somewhat unsatisfied.

His divine sense surveyed the surroundings multiple times, scavenging every suspicious item left by Mr. Witch to ensure nothing was overlooked, then finally felt assured.

The previously cluttered secret chamber had been thoroughly emptied by Mo Hua.

Feeling content, Mo Hua left the chamber.

At the chamber door, Sect Master Zhao, who personally guarded Mo Hua, slowly breathed a sigh of relief, then hesitated slightly.

Sect Master Zhao originally didn’t want, nor dared, to inquire much about Mo Hua’s affairs.

However, as the ”sect leader,” allowing an outsider into a forbidden area without questioning seemed inappropriate.

Sect Master Zhao softly inquired, ”Young Master Mo, inside there...”

Mo Hua replied, ”It was Mr. Witch residing in the forbidden area, using witchcraft to manipulate minds. I’ve scavenged...destroyed all his things...rest assured...”

Sect Master Zhao, whether believing or not, said with apparent conviction, ”Alright, it truly is laborious for Young Master Mo.”

”Not laborious, not laborious,” Mo Hua waved to Sect Master Zhao and said,

”You go on ahead, being the newly appointed sect leader, surely there are many matters to handle, still need to bury the previous sect leader, tell some lies, deceive people, must be quite busy, I won’t disturb you...”

Sect Master Zhao’s face showed an indescribable complex expression.

”Then, Young Master...”

Mo Hua sighed, looking fatigued, ”I’m tired, going back to rest, don’t disturb me unless necessary.”

Sect Master Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.

He couldn’t wait to ”offer” Mo Hua up.

This ”Little Yama,” who demanded lives without bloodshed, as long as he did nothing, all would be well.

”I’ll escort you...” Sect Master Zhao said.

”No need to be polite,” Mo Hua gestured, ”I’ll go back myself, you go on.”

”Then...Alright.”

Sect Master Zhao didn’t insist; indeed, he had many matters to attend to.

Mo Hua had pushed him to the sect leader’s position, but whether he could hold it steady depended on his own ability.

”Young Master Mo, please.” Sect Master Zhao cupped his hands in farewell.

Mo Hua returned alone to the guest room.

As soon as he entered, closing the door, the once lethargic Mo Hua instantly became excited.

He first sat on the bed to meditate, his divine sense sinking into the sea of consciousness.

In the sea of consciousness, Mo Hua’s divine sense manifested the burning fire formation, using ”slow fire” to refine the ancestral spirits of Canglang Sect he had swallowed earlier, already transformed into ”demon wraiths.”