Inquiries About Longevity Chapter 858: The Great Foe - Novel Cool

Chapter 858: The Great Foe

Chapter 858: The Great Foe

The great door was firmly shut.

Gu Changhuai and Xia Diansi were heartbroken, Hua Qianqian shed two tears, Ouyang Feng's face turned pale, and Xiao Tian Quan frowned.

Gu Changhuai's thoughts raced as he urged, "Hurry, find a way to open the door!"

But after circling the door several times, they found no way to open it.

This was the inner temple's gate, the one used for sacrifices. The method to open it was special, requiring sacrificial offerings and peculiar rituals, as Mr. Wu had demonstrated earlier.

They had no idea how to open it.

Moreover, even if they managed to open the door, after such a delay, Mo Hui might already be...

Gu Changhuai was filled with dread and regret.

If he had known, he would never have let Mo Hui go in alone. At the very least, he should have gone with him.

But everything had happened too quickly, and after the grueling battle, his exhausted and drained, he hadn't had the time to think, leading to his oversight.

And that small oversight had caused a great mistake.

Now, it was too late to regret...

Gu Changhuai said solemnly, "First, use the fish bone token to leave and gather all the nearby help. We must break this door, no matter the cost, and save Mo Hui..."

Xia Diansi nodded solemnly, then furrowed his brows and asked, "Should we inform the Tai Xu Sect?"

Gu Changhuai nodded, but after a moment, his expression turned stern, and he shook his head, "We can't tell the Tai xu Sect for now..."

Xia Diansi was puzzled.

Gu Changhuai said gravely, "This is a Second-Rank Province. Help from afar can't save us in time. If we can save Mo hui, we'll be enough. If we can't, by the time the Tai xu Sect arrives, Mo Hui will be..."

The White Bone Labyrinth, the endless sea of blood, the monstrous Mr. Wu, the countless blood corpses, and the terrifying aura deep within the sacrificial altar, the White Bone Labyrinth, and the incomprehensible dangers within...

If the Tai xu Sect arrived, the chances of Mo Hui's survival would be slim.

Everyone understood this, and their hearts ached even more.

Gu Changhuai sighed, "Let's focus on saving him first. If we can save him, everything can be discussed. Otherwise, we'll have to go to the Tai xu Sect ourselves and beg for forgiveness..."

Xia Diansi nodded, his heart filled with regret.

Thinking of how Mo Hui had risked his life for everyone, and in the final moments, knowing the situation was hopeless, he had thrown the token to ensure their safety while he was left behind...

Xia Diansi's heart felt like it was being pierced by needles.

In the end, he glanced at the door and sighed deeply, "I hope Mo Hui has the blessings of the heavens and can turn danger into safety..."

But the White Bone Labyrinth was perilous, and he couldn't imagine how Mo Hui could turn danger into safety...

...

The White Bone Labyrinth.

In a white, bone-lined corridor.

The massive, dragon-scaled Mr. Wu, resembling a "Yaksha," held Mo Hui in his bloody hand and walked step by step deeper into the labyrinth.

The blood color around them grew denser.

A scent that shouldn't exist but became increasingly strong gradually spread.

Mo Hui, held in Mr. Wu's hand, craned his neck, looking left and right, sniffing the air, and asked, "What happened here? The smell is off."

Mr. Wu's eyelids twitched.

This little brat, did he understand his current situation?

Mr. Wu ignored Mo Hui.

Mo Hui asked again, "Are you going to use me as a 'sacrifice'?"

Mr. Wu sneered, "What do you think?"

Mo Hui nodded silently.

It seemed he was right, just as he had guessed.

He remembered Mr. Wu mentioning the "great enemy" of the deity was about to arrive, and they would be the best "living sacrifices," his grand gift to the deity.

"Living sacrifices" had to be alive.

Mr. Wu wouldn't kill him before the sacrifice.

Moreover, he had demonstrated his exceptional array formation talent in front of Mr. Wu.

With such a strong array formation talent, his divine consciousness was also strong.

With such rich divine consciousness, even if he were a servant of the Great Wasteland Evil Deity, he would want to capture him and use him as a sacrifice for the evil deity.

How could Mr. Wu resist that?

And the sacrificial altar...

From the current situation, the blood was flooding in, and the White Bone Labyrinth was guarding the evil deity's "altar," which Mr. Wu had hidden somewhere.

He couldn't find it in a short time.

Even if he found it, the altar would likely be surrounded by blood water filled with evil aura, and there could be other dangers and obstacles. He definitely couldn't get there on his own.

He needed help.

Mr. Wu was perfect for the job.

He could guide him and even carry him like a beast of burden, so he didn't have to walk.

Mr. Wu was quite useful...

Mo Hui secretly sized up Mr. Wu and asked curiously, "How did you turn from a human into a monster?"

Mr. Wu frowned, "I'm not a monster.

"That's Yasha?"

Mr. Wu was somewhat surprised. "How did you know?"

Mo Hua replied, "I saw you nesting in the Yasha Hall, and your appearance bears a resemblance to the Yasha statues there."

Mr. Wu snorted, "So you have a bit of wit."

Mo Hua asked again, "What about these scales? How did you get them? Are they dragon scales? Why would they be dragon scales? Are there really dragons in this world? How did you get dragon scales…?"

Mr. Wu was genuinely annoyed and sternly shouted, "Shut up!"

"Alright," Mo Hua said indifferently.

They walked for a while in silence. Mo Hua felt it was too quiet and muttered discontentedly under his breath:

"You have quite a temper. When you were caught earlier, you were all meek and begged for mercy…"

Mr. Wu's forehead throbbed with anger, and he roared, "That was a temporary restraint, all to ensnare you and the other foolish, ignorant sinners who dared to desecrate the divine. I will use your blood to honor the divine."

"So, you planned to kill all the temple guards and then transform into a Yasha to devour them?" Mo Hua asked.

Mr. Wu sneered, "Exactly."

Mo Hua thought back to when Mr. Wu had learned that he had "eaten" his companions, and his face had turned pale, almost as if he were about to vomit. Mo Hua silently criticized his performance.

This Mr. Wu was quite the "actor," playing his role convincingly...

After some reflection, Mo Hua had to admit that Mr. Wu's acting was better than his own. The expression of revulsion and horror at learning the cruel truth was something Mo Hua couldn't have pulled off.

It seemed his "acting" skills still needed more practice.

Mo Hua nodded and then asked, "Speaking of which, weren't these temple guards your companions? You killed and ate them. Doesn't your conscience hurt?"

"What do you know?" Mr. Wu scoffed. "For the divine, offering loyalty, flesh, and even life is their highest honor."

"To die for the divine is their best destiny."

Mo Hua silently shook his head.

He was already brainwashed.

"By the way," Mo Hua probed, "You keep talking about 'the divine.' Who exactly is this divine you speak of?"

"Blasphemy!" Mr. Wu raged. "The divine's name is not something you can call casually!"

"Then what should I call it?" Mo Hua asked sincerely.

Mr. Wu said something and then abruptly stopped.

He looked around, at the white bone pillars, the bloody mist, and the oppressive, chilling aura from deeper within. He finally frowned.

This little brat... there's something off about him.

Mr. Wu's gaze sharpened, and he slowly said, "Do you know where we are? Where I'm taking you? Aren't you... at all afraid?"

Mo Hua quickly suppressed his excitement and said with a serious face, "I'm terrified. I'm talking to you to ease my fear."

Mr. Wu: "..."

Is this little brat lacking a brain?

Does he have no sense?

Perhaps his soul is inherently flawed, and he has no concept of fear?

Mr. Wu's frown deepened.

Ignorance breeds recklessness. The more ignorant one is, the more foolishly brave they become. There are great terrors in this world. Even if he didn't know before, he would soon learn...

Mr. Wu said no more. He grabbed Mo Hua and quickened his pace, continuing deeper into the maze.

From then on, no matter what Mo Hua asked, Mr. Wu remained silent.

Unable to gather any information, Mo Hua had no choice but to look around. The more he looked, the more puzzled he became.

The blood color in the depths of the bone maze was much richer than before, and it was getting even more concentrated.

It seemed to be "hatching" something, but Mo Hua didn't detect any strange entities around...

They walked on, and eventually, Mr. Wu brought Mo Hua to a blood pool.

The blood in the pool was abnormally thick.

Mo Hua only needed one glance to deduce that the blood water from the vast sea of blood before had been condensed and gathered into this single pool.

Mr. Wu was about to jump into the blood pool with Mo Hua, but Mo Hua quickly stopped him, "Wait!"

Mr. Wu paused and frowned, "What is it?"

Mo Hua said, "This blood is very dirty and corrosive. If you throw me in, I might die before I can be offered to the divine."

Mr. Wu sneered, "Don't worry. You are a special offering. If you're not fresh, the divine will blame me."

With that, he grabbed Mo Hua and plunged into the pool.

With a "splash," the blood splashed around them, but due to its thickness, it didn't splash out much.

As Morris jumped into the blood pool, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, The entire surroundings were bathed in a crimson hue, filled with thick, viscous blood.

It seemed as though he was encased in dragon scales, the bloodwater unable to touch him.

Mr. Blackwood's entire body had transformed into a true Blood Sea 'Yaksha', his body covered with scales, carrying Morris, swimming towards the deepest part of the blood pool.

All the way to the very bottom of the blood pool.

Morris lifted his head and finally saw the altar he had been longing for.

The altar now rested quietly in the center of the blood pool. The bloodwater around it was gradually compressed and condensed, forming dozens of blood streams, like veins, converging into the Ram's Bone Statue in the center of the altar, supplying it with evil energy.

The outer blood was as thick as paste, while around the altar, it formed a vacuum.

Mr. Blackwood brought Morris to the edge of the altar, took out a Bone Chain from somewhere, and securely bound Morris, temporarily leaving him aside.

Then he began to respectfully place some unknown bloody offerings on the altar, muttering something under his breath.

Morris, left aside, observed the peculiar blood streams, the sinister altar, and the bloody offerings, seemingly truly feeling "fear."

"You won't... really sacrifice me, will you?"

Mr. Blackwood gave a cold laugh, calling Morris a fool, "Deadwood, you only figure it out now?"

But he was now preparing the ritual.

Before the Divine Master of the Endless Expanse, one must not speak too loudly, lest they disrespect and incur the Divine Master's displeasure.

He placed the sacrificial candles, incense, and bloody offerings on the altar table, then turned to look at the "main dish" of the sacrifice—Morris.

"Originally, I was to capture all of you and offer you to the Divine Master. But I couldn't think of a way to do it. Except for you, who broke my blood array. When you set the array to trap that Xiao Family's Librarian, I saw it."

"Your array skills are indeed remarkable, and your divine consciousness is absolutely gifted, making you an extraordinary delicacy."

"Using you as a living sacrifice, even if it's a bit thin, I believe the Divine Master won't blame me."

Morris seemed somewhat "nervous," sternly facing Mr. Blackwood and said:

"I advise you, best not to sacrifice me, or you will regret it."

Mr. Blackwood laughed, "Since I devoted myself to the Divine Master, willing to die for them, I still don't know how to write the word 'egret.'"

"Alright," Mr. Blackwood lost his patience, "I've prepared everything. It's your time to go. I will offer you as my 'loyalty' to the Divine Master."

Without waiting for Morris to say anything, Mr. Blackwood lifted him and placed him on the altar.

Then he lit the candles, burned the incense, and knelt to the ground, praying:

"Master of the Endless Expanse, Triumvir of the Three Thousand Realms..."

"Grand and glorious, divine might above."

"Flowing with the blood of the Endless Expanse, believers in your noble name, today, we offer a divine, innate sacrifice, with a rich divine soul, to you..."

"May the Divine Master eternal, and soon grace the earth, bringing glory to the world..."

Mr. Blackwood recited the prayer with utmost devotion.

At the same time, a truly ancient and solemn aura drifted over the altar.

It seemed something was awakening, preparing to enjoy the "delicacy."

Morris restrained his nature, sitting straight, not daring to disturb Mr. Blackwood's prayer.

He feared that if he spoke, it might distract Mr. Blackwood, causing him to recite the wrong words and making the prayer ineffective, ruining his own efforts.

Mr. Blackwood smoothly finished the prayer, looked up at Morris, and said indifferently:

"You're quite honest."

Morris nodded, then thought of something, and said:

"Earlier, the Divine Master hinted something."

Mr. Blackwood laughed coldly, full of reverence, "What did the Divine Master hint?"

"How did it hint?" Morris asked.

"What do you mean by asking this?"

"Oh," Morris honestly replied, "I forgot to mention... It seems our Divine Master's great enemy is me."

Mr. Blackwood froze for a moment, then slowly chuckled, and burst into laughter, looking at the weak, bone-chained, and bound Morris like a lamb awaiting slaughter, coldly saying:

"Little brother, I didn't know you were quite the comedian... How could the Divine Master's great Enemy be someone as frail as this?"

Mr. Wu sneered to himself.

However, his sneer suddenly faded as he finally sensed something amiss.

Throughout the journey, he had always felt... as if he was being "arranged."

Why?

And before entering the Maze Palace, why did it have to be this little brat who came in to close the door?

Why, despite his excellent agility, did he not dodge or avoid?

Why, despite his quick wit, did he stand there like a frightened fool, completely motionless?

Why...

The aura of the altar grew stronger, and the blood mist around them slowly rose, ancient whispers gradually echoing, as if trying to pull all souls into an unknown realm.

And this hint of something amiss finally turned into a terrible omen in the last moment.

In the final instant of the ritual, Mr. Wu immediately reached out to pull Mo Hua off the altar.

But he grasped at air.

Mo Hua, who had been bound by bone chains and couldn't escape throughout the journey, now easily dodged his grasp and then calmly sat on the altar, refusing to budge.

Mr. Wu's face turned pale.

In the next instant, the whispers rose.

The blood mist surged, enveloping the entire altar.

It devoured and tugged at all the surrounding souls, pulling them into another realm of divine thought.

When the two of them opened their eyes again, they were still in the blood pool and by the altar, but everything around them had changed.

In the blood pool, countless tormented souls and ghostly faces roared and snarled.

On the altar, there stood a massive statue with ram horns, majestic and awe-inspiring, as if it held immense power.

Now, Mo Hua sat on the altar.

Mr. Wu stood below the altar.

Originally, upon reaching this realm of the Divine Lord, Mr. Wu should have immediately knelt and sacrificed the soul, tearing it apart to offer to the Divine Lord.

But now, his mind and spirit quaked.

Before him, sitting on the altar, was a strange child.

His appearance indeed resembled Mo Hua, but he was younger and smaller, with a concealed aura that revealed nothing unusual.

But Mr. Wu, a seasoned shaman who had longworshipped the divine, could sense a faint aura from the seemingly young Mo Hua that chilled his bones.

It was an aura... nearly that of a deity!

Mr. Wu's heart raced, almost unable to stand. He gnashed his teeth and pointed at Mo Hua, "Who are you really?"

"No..." He shook his head, his pupils constricting, "What are you... exactly?"

Mo Hua smiled at him, his voice clear and crisp, "You led the way well. You won’t need to do it again."

Mr. Wu's expression changed drastically.

He finally understood.

Indeed, everything had been meticulously planned!

This little brat, hiding in the crowd without a trace, was the true mastermind. His goal all along... was to enter the altar.

His goal... was the Divine Lord!

He hadn't deceived himself; this little brat was the great enemy of the Divine Lord!

"The great enemy of the Divine Lord..."

After his initial shock, Mr. Wu slowly straightened his body, his gaze resolute, his heart brimming with boundless courage, fueled by his endless loyalty and fervent faith in the Divine Lord.

"Since you are the great enemy of the Divine Lord, I will sever your head, break your limbs, gouge out your eyes, and rip out your heart... I will completely dismember you to offer to the Divine Lord, proving my loyalty!"

Mr. Wu's body began to swell.

The evil deities of the Great Wasteland granted him courage and the "inflated" divine will.

He transformed into a yasha, his physique stronger, his dragon scales harder, his claws and fangs sharper, his blood aura as thick as a river.

Without waiting for Mo Hua to react, Mr. Wu flashed forward, his massive fist hurtling toward Mo Hua.

The punch was overwhelming and incredibly swift.

But Mo Hua merely extended a small hand, and the momentum of the punch came to an abrupt halt.

The punch couldn't advance another inch.

Mr. Wu's pupils dilated.

Then, Mo Hua punched back. This punch, carrying a golden glow, seemed slow but was incredibly fast, not giving Mr. Wu any chance to react. It struck his chest.

The unbreakable dragon scales shattered inch by inch.

The cracks spread, extending from his chest to his limbs.

And a black hole was blasted through Mr. Wu's chest.

With just one punch, his life force was extinguished...

Mr. Wu understood. His face turned pale, and he slowly knelt to the ground, his voice filled with immense terror and endless regret:

"Divine Lord above, I... have sinned..."

"I have committed a great sin!"

"I have brought about a catastrophic disaster. I, have brought... a terrifying great enemy..."

In the next instant, his head rolled to the ground.

Mo Hua simply twisted his neck.

Thus, Mr. Wu's soul and spirit were utterly destroyed.

(End of Chapter)

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