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Chapter 1057: The Great Wasteland Sacred Artifact
Chapter 1057: The Great Wasteland Sacred Artifact
"Impossible!" Shangguan Wang's face was grim. "Absolutely impossible!"
He sneered, "How could that brat possibly have a Lifebound Elixir Amulet?"
"He can fool others, but how could he fool me?"
"He was registered with Tai Xu Gate through my Shangguan family. He's just a poor, scattered cultivator from a small place in Li Prefecture. All that talk about being the private son of the sect leader or the cherished grandson of an ancestor is just a facade to elevate his status."
"What kind of family background or lineage could he possibly have? How could his pathetic spiritual roots be the result of a high-ranking cultivator's bloodline?"
"In such a situation, who would be capable or willing to plant a Lifebound Elixir Amulet in him? Only a fiendish deity, driven by the desire for a new host, would go to such lengths. Otherwise, why would any high-ranking cultivator sacrifice their essence to plant an amulet in a brat with no blood ties? Are they mad?"
Shangguan Wang's face was filled with derision.
Mr. Tu did not refute him. In his heart, he also found Shangguan Wang's words reasonable.
A Lifebound Elixir Amulet was a supreme treasure, reserved for the most direct, outstanding, and favored descendants of the great families and powerful clans. It was a safeguard for these chosen ones on their path to enlightenment, a second life for them.
Such a precious item was something Mo Hua had no right to possess.
Even if he were the True Dao Scholar of the Array, with unparalleled talent in array arts, he still wouldn't have the right.
Because he had no bloodline connection to a Void Ancestor.
Bloodline was crucial.
Just because someone has a shocking talent, it doesn't mean a bunch of Void Ancestors would vie to plant an amulet in them.
Typically, even if a Void Ancestor had no hope of achieving the Great Dao and was nearing the end of their lifespan, they would only leave their Lifebound Elixir Amulet to their closest and most beloved blood relatives.
Without blood ties, why would they plant it in someone else?
Given Mo Hua's background, it was impossible for him to have an "ancestor" who would plant an amulet in him.
Yet, Mr. Tu still frowned.
Even if it wasn't a Lifebound Elixir Amulet, Mo Hua still exuded a faint, unsettling aura that made him uneasy.
It was as if killing Mo Hua would trigger something terrifying.
This premonition came not from his Heavenly Insight but more like a revelation from the Divine Master.
Was it divine protection?
Was it a protective treasure left by Tai Xu Gate?
Or was there some other significant karma involved?
Mr. Tu's gaze turned cold.
Seeing Mr. Tu's silence, Shangguan Wang urged, "That brat can't possibly have a Lifebound Elixir Amulet. Why don't we—"
Mr. Tu coldly replied, "Why don't you, Elder Wang, take the initiative and kill him yourself?"
Shangguan Wang was taken aback, pondering for a moment before falling silent.
He did want Mo Hua dead. He wanted Mo Hua to die.
But now, the thought of personally executing him made Shangguan Wang, a Yu Hua Realm family elder, realize that he... wasn't entirely brave enough to do it himself.
He didn't know what might happen if he killed Mo Hua.
But one thing was certain: once he killed Mo Hua, he would be considered a mortal enemy by every cultivator in Tai Xu Gate, from top to bottom.
For the disciples of Tai Xu Gate, he would be the one who killed their little senior brother.
For the elders of Tai Xu Gate, he would be the one who killed their True Dao Scholar of the Array.
And Mo Hua was also highly favored by the Void Ancestors of Tai Xu Gate.
Killing Mo Hua would mean making a deadly enemy of the Void Ancestors, who would mark him for elimination.
Xun Laozu of Tai Xu Gate was a Fifth Rank Array Master, usually appearing as an old scholar, but his true strength was unfathomable.
The other ancestors were no pushovers either.
Not to mention, in the forbidden area of Tai Xu Gate's back mountain, there was an even more terrifying Sword Dao Ancestor...
Thinking of this, Shangguan Wang felt his liver and gallbladder nearly burst.
He wanted Mo Hua dead.
But as a Yu Hua Realm cultivator, he... really didn't dare to touch a single hair on Mo Hua.
Mr. Tu understood Shangguan Wang's thoughts and sneered inwardly, but he didn't want to fall out with the Yu Hua elder. So he said:
"Let's wait until the Divine Master awakens to make the final decision."
"With the Divine Master's protection, whether to kill, refine, keep, or corrupt Mo Hua will be without any hesitation."
Shangguan Wang's pupils trembled, and he bowed. "The Divine Master is supremely wise. Everything will be decided by the Divine Master."
Mr. Tu nodded. "Everything will be done according to the Divine Master's will."
Shangguan Wang echoed, "Everything according to the Divine Master's will." Then he left without another word, glancing at Mr. Tu.
After Shangguan Wang left, Mr. Tu remained in place, his pale, expressionless face icy cold, but his mind was filled with concerns.
He knew that Shangguan Wang's concerns were valid.
Mo Hua was a source of too much karma and a significant hidden threat.
Moreover...
Mr. Tu frowned.
He had pondered Mo Hua for a long time, but the more he thought, the more confused and uncertain he became.
Mo Hua was like a "hedgehog", bristling with thorns, making it hard to act.
Even in Mr. Tu's mind, it was difficult to form a clear image of Mo Hua.
Was he a scattered cultivator with inferior spiritual roots who luckily joined a major sect?
Was he the most favored disciple of one of the Eight Great Sects, Tai Xu Gate?
Was he a prodigious True Dao Scholar of the Array?
Was it the Lunjian Tianjiao, where one strike could take out five?
Was he a magic cultivator? A sword cultivator? An array master?
All of these seemed to apply, but none of them seemed complete.
Mr. Tu's expression turned grim, and his blood-red eyes began to spin erratically. Mo Hua's karmic connections flowed through his mind, piece by piece, as he meticulously analyzed them.
After much deliberation, Mr. Tu's eyes widened, a flash of blood-red passing through them, and he finally saw the light, understanding everything:
"Master of All Arts, with a superb body technique, manipulating swords from a distance, and a prodigious talent for arrays... It seems to have endless variations, but at its core, it all boils down to two words..."
"Divine Perception!"
"Everything this boy relies on is his Divine Perception!"
"No..."
Mr. Tu's pupils constricted, his gaze becoming stern.
Perhaps it could be summed up in just one word:
"Divinity!"
...
The next day.
In the Great Wasteland Prison, within the dungeon.
The sky had brightened, but the prison remained dark, with no distinction between day and night, light and dark, human and demon.
Mr. Tu, dressed in a pitch-black magic robe, held an ancient bronze box and entered the eerie, terrifying dungeon. His eyes immediately landed on Mo Hua, who was sleeping soundly under a small blanket, causing his eyelids to twitch involuntarily.
He stood there, holding the box, like an old servant waiting for his "young master" to wake up and freshen up, though his gaze grew increasingly cold.
After an unknown amount of time, Mo Hua finally woke up.
It was hard to fall back asleep under Mr. Tu's cold, piercing gaze.
Mo Hua yawned, sat up, stretched, and got out of bed, folding the small blanket. Then, he turned to Mr. Tu and greeted him, "Mr. Tu, good morning."
Mr. Tu remained silent.
Mo Hua pretended not to notice and asked, "By the way, I haven't had the chance to know your surname yet?"
"Tu", Mr. Tu replied coldly.
Mo Hua nodded, "Good morning, Mr. Tu."
Mr. Tu looked at Mo Hua indifferently, "I've brought you a gift."
"A gift?" Mo Hua was taken aback.
Mr. Tu opened the bronze box, revealing the white, ancient bone bind and the milky-white tooth with blood-red ancient inscriptions and numerous cracks, clearly from some unknown beast that had existed for thousands of years.
"Several thousand years ago, one of our Great Wasteland's great masters personally refined this treasured artifact. I am giving it to you now. Try it on."
Mr. Tu said coldly.
Mo Hua looked at the ancient bone bind, his expression serious, "This gift... is too precious. I cannot accept it without earning it."
Mr. Tu replied, "When an elder bestows a gift, it cannot be refused."
Mo Hua humbly responded, "I am not worthy."
Mr. Tu shook his head, "Among all the cultivators in the Qian Study Province, and even among all the believers of the Divine Masters in this temple, only you are worthy of this treasured artifact."
Mr. Tu's tone was full of praise, and his attitude left no room for refusal.
Mo Hua, unable to refuse the "generous offer" but not wanting the "bone frame" of this evil object, quietly asked Mr. Tu, "What... is this? What is it used for?"
Mr. Tu's tone softened, "You'll know when you put it on."
Mo Hua didn't want to wear it, but seeing Mr. Tu's expression, he knew he wouldn't let it go if he refused.
Mo Hua tentatively placed the tooth-bound bone bind on his head.
The moment it was on, the bone bind trembled, like a beast opening its mouth, and its fangs "bit" into Mo Hua's head, embedding into the acupoints at his forehead, temples, and the back of his head.
The ancient tooth, like the fang of a prehistoric beast, bit precisely into the Shenting acupoint at the front of Mo Hua's head.
A primordial force surged out, completely suppressing Mo Hua's mind.
His Divine Perception was blocked, and even his divinity was suppressed.
Mo Hua could no longer remain calm. He was immediately startled and looked at Mr. Tu with fear, exclaiming, "What is this? Why can't I... I can't..."
Mr. Tu smiled faintly, "Why... can't you communicate with the 'god' in your mind?"
Mo Hua's face turned pale, and he pressed his lips tightly together, not daring to speak a word.
Mr. Tu nodded slightly, confirming his earlier suspicions.
Tai Xu Gate had a "Fiendish Deity", the archenemy of the Divine Master.
The Fiendish Deity was also a god, and as a god, it must have a "host" or a "vessel."
Ordinary gods usually reside in natural objects, build temples, and nurture believers, remaining immovable and bestowing blessings, rarely moving around.
But the Fiendish Deity of Tai Xu Gate was different. It was incredibly "active."
It was everywhere.
Mr. Tu speculated that the Fiendish Deity must be hosted in a living body, perhaps even "coexisting" with a divine human.
The most suspicious candidate in Tai Xu Gate was naturally this Zhen Dao Kui Shou, Mo Hua, whose Divine Perception was beyond the norm.
But matters concerning gods were of utmost importance and required extreme caution.
Mr. Tu thought long and hard and, after much deliberation, finally made the difficult decision to use this ancient sealing sacred artifact, passed down through the ages in the Great Wasteland, to suppress the evil god.
With this "sacred artifact", he sealed Mo Hua's Divine Perception and suppressed the "god" within him.
Gods are born from the principles of heaven and earth, and regardless of their rank, their existence is on a different level from that of human cultivators.
Moreover, the divinity of Tai Xu Gate is a fiendish deity with countless killings to its name.
Their brief encounter in the Ten Thousand Fiend Valley left Mr. Tu with a deep shadow of dread.
Without the divine power of the Divine Master, Mr. Tu was powerless against this fiendish deity.
Fortunately, this fiendish deity has a fatal weakness—Mo Hua, the host of its parasitic existence.
By controlling the host, one can also control the divinity.
The host is both the "puppet" through which the divinity acts in the world and the most lethal "seal" that binds it.
Now that Mo Hua is sealed, the fiendish deity cannot wreak havoc again.
Conversely, with the fiendish deity isolated, Mo Hua is rendered powerless.
Mr. Tu glanced at the anxious Mo Hua, a faint sneer on his face.
This boy is incredibly lucky.
No one knows what strange encounter he had as a child to gain the favor of a divinity and become a companion-soul.
Everything he has is a gift from the divinity within him.
The divinity bestowed him with talent, insight, and a powerful divine consciousness.
It is because of this divine consciousness, borrowed from the divinity, that he was able to achieve a divine consciousness surpassing the norm, and at the mid-Heavenly Insight stage, defeat a multitude of array masters, winning the title of True Dao Scholar of the Array with an almost impossible "monster" status.
All his Dao techniques, body techniques, and array skills are entirely dependent on his divine consciousness and the divinity within him.
His ability to remain unharmed and sleep soundly in the malevolent Great Wasteland Prison is also due to the protection of the divinity, giving him the confidence to act without fear.
For someone to receive such favor from a divinity, it is enough to make Mr. Tu envious.
But that's all it is.
Like him, this boy has everything he has because of divine gifts.
With divine gifts, he is a Heavenly Insight cultivator and a True Dao Scholar of the Array.
Without divine gifts, he is nothing more than a poor, rootless cultivator from a humble background, with mediocre spiritual roots and a weak body, possessing only good looks and nothing else.
And just as Mr. Tu predicted, Mo Hua, with his mind sealed and communication with the divinity cut off, lost his reliance, his face filled with fear and anxiety, no longer the composed and calm individual he once was.
Mr. Tu's expression remained unchanged, but he felt a deep sense of satisfaction at having Mo Hua in his grasp.
The Sealing Sacred Artifact of the Great Wasteland, which locks the mind and seals the divinity, brought him some peace of mind.
"Follow me, I will take you somewhere..."
Mr. Tu said to Mo Hua, extending his pale fingers to flash a blood pattern, opening the dungeon door, and then turning to leave.
Mo Hua, pale-faced, hesitated for a moment, but ultimately sighed and reluctantly followed Mr. Tu.
Leaving the Great Wasteland Prison, they walked up the stairs, entering the grand temple of the evil deity, and continued forward.
Along the way, Mo Hua, still not giving up, asked in a low voice:
"Mr. Tu, what did you put on me?"
"What is this Bone Bind for?"
"Where are you taking me?"
But Mr. Tu, his tall and demonic figure, continued walking without a word.
Mo Hua, realizing it was futile, closed his mouth and sighed, resigned to his fate.
He seemed like a deflated balloon, no longer the arrogant person he once was.
Thus, the two continued their journey, passing through various bone and flesh structures, demonic carvings, and ascending the cold, stern steps, the air growing colder, the temple more majestic, the image of the evil deity more grotesque and terrifying, while the various demonic cultivators below them seemed increasingly insignificant like ants...
Finally, Mo Hua followed Mr. Tu to the top of the temple, entering a grand hall.
The hall was tall and solemn, with the doors tightly shut.
At the top of the door, a large white bone ram's head gazed down emptily at the small Mo Hua.
Mo Hua gave the ram's head a brief glance, but Mr. Tu, who walked in front of him, showed deep reverence.
He first bowed to the bone ram's head, murmuring something, then pushed open the door.
The massive door slowly opened.
A gust of cold wind and a strong smell of blood rushed out, accompanied by loud struggles and roars.
Mo Hua's eyes widened slightly.
Inside the hall, there were many people, densely packed, all of them powerful cultivators with blood and demonic aura surrounding them, their cultivation at least at the Golden Core stage.
A long-forgotten term suddenly popped into Mo Hua's mind:
Council of Ten Thousand Demons.
Mo Hua's gaze sharpened.
"This is... the Council of Ten Thousand Demons..."
In the demonic world, a grand assembly where numerous powerful and bloodthirsty demon lords gather to discuss a common goal is known as the Council of Ten Thousand Demons.
The Council of Ten Thousand Demons is of great importance. In the current declining state of the demonic path, it is only for astonishing events that so many demon cultivators would gather.
Mo Hua had once participated in such a council.
In the Dali Mountain State, outside Lichou City, on the Withered Wood Cliff, in the inverted magic palace.
His uncle, the Devious Daoist, had once brought him to a Council of Ten Thousand Demons to discuss how to besiege his master.
He never thought that now, Mr. Tu would bring him to this Great Wasteland Blood Sacrifice Array, where demon lords gather for the Council of Ten Thousand Demons...
The scene was all too familiar.
Mo Hua suddenly felt as if he were in a different world.
But this time, his uncle was not here, and he was alone.
(End of Chapter)
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