The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2905: Spiritual Corpse Formation (part 2)

When Lugu and the others saw Mo Hua’s mere glance that intimidated Yan Zhu, they secretly admired him, and they all knelt down.

Everyone present instantly knelt down.

Mo Hua waved his hand and said indifferently, "Disperse."

"Understood..."

"Understood, Shaman Master."

Their voices were respectful as they retreated accordingly.

Yan Zhu felt a chill in his heart, and despite the lingering fear, he left the Witch Priest Hall. After walking for a while, he slowly gathered his thoughts and couldn’t help but glance at the two Black Vultures.

The two exchanged a look, each seeing fear and confusion in the other’s eyes.

"Has he... grown stronger?" Yan Zhu said in a low voice, his face twitching.

His realm remained unchanged, yet his divine sense grew ever stronger...

Moreover, it wasn’t just an ordinary increase. It seemed as if he broke through a barrier, ascending to a significantly higher level.

How could this be possible?

The Black Vulture Elder’s gaze was filled with fear.

Even as a shaman, even in devotion to deities, even in the path of the divine shaman, no such absurdity had ever been seen.

This completely transcended the category of a "cultivator."

Fundamentally, could a Foundation Establishment realm body truly bear such a strong divine thought?

Yan Zhu and the Black Vulture Elder furrowed their brows, lost in thought.

Qing Zhu glanced at them indifferently, said nothing, and turned to leave on his own.

...

In the shaman’s secret chamber.

When Dan Zhu and the others saw that Mo Hua was fine, they all breathed a sigh of relief, bowed, and took their leave.

Mo Hua was still pondering the situation with Yan Zhu and his group.

Yan Zhu and the others still harbored some scheming thoughts. Moreover, it wasn’t just Yan Zhu...

Among the other tribes, the lower ranks were fine, especially the impoverished lower levels; having suffered hardship, they were more inclined to believe in the "Divine Lord."

But the chieftains and elders at the top were driven by fame and gain, harboring selfish desires. Although they feared his might temporarily, it was not necessarily true "faith."

Mere public divine revelation wouldn’t easily change their inner minds—it remained quite challenging.

And he alone, with his cultivation just as it was, found it difficult to suppress so many Golden Core cultivators, especially the many at the high, powerful late Golden Core stage.

A more secure method was needed to thoroughly subdue these high ranks, to gather the people’s hearts, and firmly hold divine power in hand.

Among the great tribes of the Barbaric Wilderness, there could only be one voice—the voice of the Divine Lord.

And only one shaman could exercise the Divine Lord’s power.

"This must be done, but... now is not the time..."

Mo Hua’s gaze turned slightly intense; then he took a deep breath and retrieved a white bone fragment from the storage ring his master had given him, a fragment he had treasured for a long time.

On this bone fragment was engraved his crucial life formation:

The Twelve Scripture Gluttonous Spirit Formation.

This formation had been extracted from the back of the head of a human-faced white bone Evil God statue offered by Mr. Tu, and it had been kept in the storage ring ever since.

Mo Hua would often take it out to examine or handle, even though he couldn’t understand or learn from it, driven by an irresistible urge to at least touch it.

Because this was a Second Grade Twenty-four Patterns Great Wilderness Ultimate Formation, its difficulty transcendental, with equally transcendental demands on the divine sense.

The twenty-four patterns realm of the divine sense seemed like an impassable chasm, difficult to reach.

Now, after so many hardships, after so long an ordeal, Mo Hua had finally managed, here in the Great Wilderness, to forcibly "elevate" the realm of his divine sense.

He could finally begin to formally comprehend this mysterious and powerful Taotie Spirit Remains Ultimate Formation, sealed with the statue of an Evil God and named after a fierce beast.

Mo Hua quelled the excitement in his heart, calmed his mood, and submerged his divine sense into the white bone fragment.

One by one, obscure ancient wilderness texts appeared before Mo Hua’s eyes.

When Mo Hua was at the Taixu Gate, he and his fellow disciples studied under an Elder proficient in ancient Tao cultivation language, gaining some foundation.

Now, entering the Great Wilderness and mingling among the shamans for so long, he had perused many tribal texts and records.

Mo Hua’s proficiency in ancient wilderness language had reached quite a high level.

Reading these obscure ancient texts at this time, Mo Hua found it as natural and easy as breathing.

Moreover, having reached the twenty-four patterns realm of the divine sense, he seemed to have reached a certain standard, pierced through a veil of mystery.

Some previously hidden essentials of the formation and formation patterns that were concealed deep within the bone scrolls all revealed themselves one by one.

Mo Hua finally saw the complete version of the Great Wilderness Twelve Scripture Gluttonous Spirit Corpse Extremist Formation.

As soon as this complete version of the Spiritual Corpse Formation entered his sight, a primal air almost immediately engulfed him.

The Formation Patterns twisted and trembled like living creatures, like innumerable eyes of a Taotie, staring at Mo Hua, inducing a sense of terror.

This was a peculiar and profound feeling Mo Hua had never experienced while previously perusing the bone scrolls.

It seemed that only when his divine sense reached the twenty-four patterns could he glimpse the true face of this ultimate formation.

"This formation is truly like a... living ’little Taotie’..."

"And I must engrave this ’living’ Taotie Absolute Array upon my skeleton, to let it serve as my life formation, aiding me in forming a Golden Core..."

Mo Hua was lost in thought for a long time, and unconsciously, a trace of fear arose in his heart.

It was as if he were attempting to "seal" something unknown, uncontrollable, and extraordinary within his bones, cultivating life and spirit together.

Whether such a thing conformed to the norms of Tao cultivation, Mo Hua did not know.

But suddenly in his heart, a rather strong feeling arose, as if engaging in "crimes" under the gaze of the Heavenly Dao.