The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2877: Stealing a Formation

The Path of Divine Sense may instead be one of the indispensable underlying structures in the entire cultivation power system.

However, this "underlying" structure has been "pulled" out.

Is it because the divine sense itself is invisible, inaudible, intangible, and untrainable, so naturally, it is excluded from the cultivation system by most people?

Or is someone doing it on purpose...

Someone is deliberately altering the entire cultivation world’s cultivation system...

Mo Hua, with meticulous perception and meticulous heart, vaguely perceives that there might be a huge pitfall hidden within.

This pitfall, even many powerful cultivators, and even ancestors of the Heaven Void Realm, may not be able to detect.

Because they have not proven the dao through divine sense.

They have not personally walked the path of foundation establishment through divine sense, so they cannot truly feel the subtle but profound differences within.

Mo Hua was in a daze for a long time.

Yan Zhu thought that his words touched Mo Hua’s soul, making Mo Hua develop admiration for the Royal Court’s witchery and yearn for ascending to Upper Witch and being awarded a "Blessing Name".

A slight smile appeared on Yan Zhu’s face, and he asked Mo Hua:

"What do you think?"

"I..." Mo Hua was still a little dazed.

Yan Zhu’s voice carried a bit of persuasion: "Do you... desire to be a sanctioned shaman of the Royal Court? To rightfully gain the worship of others? To someday have your own ’Blessing Name’?"

Mo Hua came back to his senses, showing a hint of desire in his eyes, along with a bit of "self-deprecation", "I... can I?"

All these little emotions fell into Yan Zhu’s eyes.

As a shaman, Yan Zhu had seen countless people and understood human hearts, how could he not know the meaning behind Mo Hua’s little emotions.

Yan Zhu shook his head and said, "Not yet."

Mo Hua’s eyes appropriately revealed a hint of sadness.

Yan Zhu smiled slightly, "Not yet, but that doesn’t mean never."

Mo Hua looked at Yan Zhu with expectation in his eyes.

Yan Zhu wore a gentle expression and patted Mo Hua’s shoulder, pointing out the path for him:

"The deity you are worshiping now should be a ’Minor God’, though with some power, ultimately it cannot enter the grand stage. From now on, you just need to ’turn to the light’ and abandon the minor path, instead, believe in the divine orthodoxy and be loyal to the Royal Court. Given time, you will surely step onto the true divine pathways."

"This..." Mo Hua’s face was tangled, clearly difficult to decide.

Yan Zhu also knew that faith wasn’t easy to change and should gradually win over with kindness.

Yan Zhu’s tone softened a bit: "You don’t need to rush to decide, there’s no harm in thinking it over. However..."

Yan Zhu looked at Mo Hua, his tone somewhat solemn: "You must first do some things for me to show me your sincerity. You are quite skilled with Holy Pattern, so I leave it all to you, I have high hopes for you, draw as per my intentions."

"When this battle is over, and we defeat the Wujiu Tribe and stop the Witch Vulture God Descent, my mission in the Great Wilderness will end, and I will personally take you back to the Royal Court, by then, you shall see what the true aura of a dynasty is, what the true orthodoxy of the Divine Way is..."

Mo Hua nodded, "I’ll consider it..."

Despite saying so, the expectation in his eyes could not be falsified.

Yan Zhu smiled and nodded.

...

Yan Zhu encouraged Mo Hua a few more words, then turned and left, walking a while, when reaching a deserted place, the gentle smile on Yan Zhu’s face gradually faded, turning a bit indifferent.

"Lucky brat..."

As a shaman himself, devout since childhood, how could he lack such fortune?

Yan Zhu felt a grievance in his heart, shook his head, and suddenly a hoarse female voice sounded next to him:

"You’re lying again..."

Yan Zhu turned his head and found beside him, in the flicker of shadows, stood a pale-faced, graceful woman, none other than Qing Zhu.

Yan Zhu sneered, "What? Do you want to snatch him from me again?"

Qing Zhu shook her head, "A wild Divine Protege might be decent, but he’s too young, with weak blood qi, useless to me, he’s yours. But... as for Dan Ling, you cannot compete with me."

Yan Zhu smiled, remaining non-committal.

Qing Zhu’s narrow eyes slightly narrowed, "Don’t think I don’t know your intentions, you worship the Candle Fire God, walk the ’fire’ path, with excessive yang fire inside, you need a woman with a Vermilion Bird bloodline as your cauldron, to perform the Hehuan ritual, blend the blood and fire, to forge your divine way."

"Dan Lie is the Great Chief, he may agree verbally, but not truly consent."

"That girl, Dan Ling, with her outstanding looks and wit, surely knows your malicious intent, and will not willingly let you do as you wish."

"You better give up on this."

Yan Zhu looked at Qing Zhu, his face mocking, "I have ill intentions, and what about you? Do you think you’re any better?"

Yan Zhu’s eyes were sharp, as if trying to see through Qing Zhu, "You, serving the Qingqiu Divine Dao, engaging in seductive deeds, you spent your life living off your beauty. When young, your clothes were sheer as cicada wings, eager to expose what should and shouldn’t be exposed. And now?"

Yan Zhu’s gaze roamed over Qing Zhu, sneering:

"... Knowing you’re old and faded, your skin starts to wrinkle, to yellow, to become unattractive, ashamed to show yourself, that’s why you’re wrapped so tightly, only showing a face powdered with foundation?"

The intent to kill was evident in Qing Zhu’s eyes.

But she ultimately suppressed her homicidal intent towards Yan Zhu, only saying: "This time is different..."

Yan Zhu said: "What’s different? I release yang fire, you seek to preserve your looks, I’m indeed despicable, but aren’t you equally vile?"

Qing Zhu’s pale face twisted in expression.