Chapter 1305: Human Mo Hua

"You all go down." This True Person in a flowery robe said lightly, his tone cold and full of majesty.

"Yes." A group of Golden Core stage guards retreated.

Inside the prison, it was empty, leaving only this True Person of the Feather Transformation stage and Mo Hua lying on the prison bed.

The flowery-robed True Person looked at Mo Hua and said lightly: "Open your eyes, I know you're awake."

Mo Hua's eyelids were still as heavy as a thousand jun, and after a long time of effort, he finally opened them slowly.

A prison that was extremely strict came into view.

There were arrays everywhere, chains were everywhere, his whole body was sealed by a strange talisman, and there was even a brilliant sword array carved beside him; if he made any slight movement, he would suffer the punishment of ten thousand swords piercing his heart.

Mo Hua's first reaction was that it was too grand.

It seemed like he had never been treated so "solemnly" in his life.

As if he wasn't a Foundation Establishment cultivator, but a Feather Transformation stage demon head who had committed all kinds of evil.

Mo Hua turned his head with difficulty, looked to the other side, and saw the Feather Transformation True Person in the flowery robe.

This True Person's face was fair, like jade carving, and his clothing was also luxurious and exquisite, without a speck of dust.

At a glance, he was a True Person from a great family with a good background, high talent, strong cultivation, and extremely noble conduct.

This person was exactly the Feather Transformation stage cultivator who had taken advantage of his failed breakthrough that day, stabbed a golden needle into his sea of consciousness, and "arrested" him.

And, it was a Feather Transformation stage cultivator from the Hua family.

Mo Hua just looked at this Feather Transformation True Person silently, without speaking.

The flowery-robed True Person spoke first: "What is your name?"

Mo Hua frowned, still without speaking.

It wasn't that he didn't want to say, but when he recalled his name, his mind was truly blank, and he couldn't think of anything.

He couldn't remember what his name was.

The failure of the breakthrough and the collapse of his spiritual sense had made his memory become indifferent again.

The flowery-robed True Person was a bit displeased, but afterwards he also realized that this kid might truly not remember what his name was.

Truly not remembering and pretending not to remember had completely different expressions.

This kind of thing couldn't be hidden from him, a Feather Transformation stage cultivator.

Plus, he had indeed used some forceful means to "devastate" Mo Hua's sea of consciousness to a certain extent.

The flowery-robed True Person asked again: "Why did you become a Shaman Lord? Who passed on the divine way to you? Who instigated you?"

Mo Hua shook his head, "I don't know what you're talking about."

The flowery-robed True Person said indifferently: "It's useless for you to deny it."

Mo Hua's fair face was as blank as a piece of white paper.

The flowery-robed True Person frowned; he didn't want to lower his status to argue with such a kid, but if he used torture...

The flowery-robed True Person looked at Mo Hua, who was "half-dead" and physically weak, and was a bit worried that if he used torture, he would kill this kid.

The flowery-robed True Person's gaze flickered, and he said: "You rest well."

Mo Hua asked him back: "Who are you? Where am I now?"

But the flowery-robed True Person didn't answer at all; his figure gradually dimmed, left the prison, and when he appeared again, he was already in an elegant tea room.

The flowery-robed True Person took out a jade slip.

On the jade slip, there was a simple line of words, recording the time and place, and nothing else.

But this sparse line of words was extremely "expensive."

Because it was "begged" from the retired Elder of the Heavenly Pivot Pavilion who didn't ask about outside affairs.

It was the Elder who calculated the location of the wilderness Shaman Lord and leaked this location to the Hua family, so he was able to take action and capture the mysterious Shaman Lord of the wilderness alive.

"I have resigned and don't ask about outside affairs, and it is even more inappropriate to leak heavenly secrets, but the affairs of the wilderness ultimately concern the Dao Court's state, especially some rebellious thieves and rebellious people, who cannot be left alone, otherwise it will inevitably lead to endless trouble..."

"You go and catch him, cut off the root of the wilderness rebellion, and destroy that rebellious son..."

"But this matter is confidential, and you must never mention my name to the outside world."

This was the Elder's original words.

"Rebellious thieves and rebellious people" naturally referred to the wilderness Shaman Lord who was stirring up trouble and rebelling.

The Elder was, after all, an Elder; although he had resigned, he still had the heart to help the world and would not sit idly by while some "bad seeds" caused chaos in the Dao Court.

The Hua family's ancestor had some disputes with the Elder back then, but that was a private grudge.

In the face of right and wrong, the Elder was never vague.

And he also followed the heavenly secrets leaked by the Elder, and in the "hunting" of a group of old monsters, captured this Shaman Lord alive.

But the reality of the situation made him feel some doubts in his heart again.

The time and location given by the Elder shouldn't be wrong.

But could this kid in front of him truly be the Shaman Lord of the wilderness?

The Hua family had indeed released portraits before, and the person in the portrait had similar features to the teenager in front of him, but the temperament was completely different.

And many times, "portraits" were hard to use as proof.

Everyone was a cultivator, and there were too many methods to "change one's appearance," so it was hard to draw a conclusion based on just a face.

Not to mention changing faces, even changing skins and flesh wasn't a rare thing.

Mo Hua's face was indeed a bit like the "Shaman Lord's" face.

But the problem was, was this person Mo Hua truly that "person" who was the Shaman Lord?

If he was... why would the gods favor him?

What was different about his sea of consciousness?

How could he, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, possess the favor of the gods and cause such a great turmoil in the wilderness?

Were there any other deeper secrets on him?

A Foundation Establishment cultivator definitely couldn't do such a great thing on his own; there must be a black hand behind him.

Who was this "black hand"?

What was his plot in placing the "Shaman Lord" pawn in the wilderness?

And how much did this teenager himself know?

Was he a pure puppet who knew nothing?

Or was he a puppet with some initiative who knew some secrets?

The flowery-robed True Person rubbed the jade slip in his hand, his gaze flashing with cold light.

"This kid is highly likely a God-favored one... whether he knows it or not, and how much he knows, he has great use."

"Wait until his injuries are a bit better, then 'slice' him bit by bit, from flesh and blood, bones, to the sea of consciousness, and study him bit by bit..."

"Dig out his divine way secrets completely..."

Inside the prison.

Mo Hua only felt his whole body was cold, not knowing if the prison was too gloomy or if there was a very urgent danger in causality.

He wanted to move his spiritual sense.

But in his sea of consciousness, it was a mess, and he couldn't remember anything at all.

Mo Hua felt that his whole person was like a "fool."

He knew clearly in his heart that this should be the "sequelae" of the failed Golden Core breakthrough.

When he broke through, the Golden Core had just condensed when it encountered a great causality killing tribulation, and it shattered directly, taking with it some spiritual sense, spiritual power, and origin fused within the Golden Core, all of which were exhausted.

The collapse of spiritual sense led to memory damage, and some past events in his mind became even more blurred.

Mo Hua held his breath and focused, and couldn't help but ask himself:

"What was my name again?"

"My name is..."

He meditated for a long, long time, and finally found a name from his long-shattered memory:

"Mo Hua."

This was a name that carried warmth, as well as many joys and sorrows.

But now, this name had become very heavy.

So heavy that it made him somewhat unable to breathe.

Associated with this name were also many, many memories, some good, some bad, some sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy, and some insidious and belly-black.

One by one, people related to causality, one by one, faces, also floated in Mo Hua's mind again...

Mo Hua just lay in the prison, on the verge of dejected failure, thinking for a long, long time, and finally recalled his past bit by bit.

A long-lost, sour sense of nostalgia also permeated his heart.

This was the longing for relatives, teachers, and senior brothers and sisters.

This was the vivid and intense emotion of a "person."

It was an emotion that Mo Hua hadn't had in his heart for a long, long time since becoming a Shaman Lord.

These emotions were very strange, yet very familiar, accumulating in his chest, making Mo Hua's heart ache with sourness and warmth intertwined, complex and hard to describe for a time.

Mo Hua was silent for a long time, and slowly understood.

His divinity, along with his Golden Core, had shattered together.

Moreover, it seemed that he had also been suppressed by the Hua family using some means.

Once divinity is extinguished, the temperament must be empty; in order to fill the vacancy, the human nature that was once suppressed by divinity slowly revived.

In other words, he was no longer "God Mo Hua," but had become "Human Mo Hua" again.

He was no longer that cold, majestic, high-and-mighty wilderness Shaman Lord.

And truly, he was just "Mo Hua."

Mo Hua was a bit lost for a time, and a bit fortunate.

In a sense, this was also a good thing.

Once he condensed a core with divinity, and condensed a core with the causality of a "Shaman Lord," Mo Hua didn't know what he would become in the future.

Now that all of this had shattered, he could discard divinity and become a "person" again.

Misfortune is where fortune relies, fortune is where misfortune hides.

It really made a lot of sense...

Truly powerful cultivators are all people with firm temperament and unyielding spirit.

But having said that, thinking of the core he had worked so hard to condense, which had shattered before it even took shape, Mo Hua's heart still ached incomparably.

He took a long time to recover.

Mo Hua recalled and kept in his heart all the causality and energy he had seen on the Straw Dog that day.

There were Azure Dragons, Seven Stars, Dragon Sparrows, Swallowing Pythons, Brocade Tigers, Golden Scales, Bronze Cauldrons, White Jade Seals...

"These are the people who ruined my core condensation... I have recorded this account."

"If one day, I reach Feather Transformation, or Void Penetration, I will definitely find you one by one to collect the debt."

"If I can't reach Void Penetration..."

Mo Hua was silent for a moment, and thought silently in his heart:

"Then pretend it never happened... I, a great person, don't remember the faults of small people, I'll let you go..."

Afterwards, Mo Hua mobilized his weak spiritual sense to look inside and check the condition of his physical body.

The situation wasn't optimistic, but it wasn't serious to the point of being unmanageable.

At least the Wood White Golden Jade Bone, the Life-Bound Spiritual Remains, and the Yi Wood Rejuvenation Array were intact.

This was also thanks to his full preparation and quick reaction; the moment the core condensation failed, he took pills to save himself.

At the same time, the bigger reason was likely the "Yi Wood Rejuvenation Array."

When the core condensation failed and the physical body was in chaos, the Yi Wood aura helped him "continue his life," and subsequently continued to nourish his meridians and repair the injuries in his body.

Otherwise, the current situation would only be even worse.

Afterwards, he looked left and right again and found that his storage bag wasn't on him.

He didn't know if it had been destroyed or taken away by the Hua family's Feather Transformation True Person.

Mo Hua recalled.

In the storage bag, there were indeed some precious array maps, some notes, and quite a few spirit stones.

But for the sake of safety, all the truly core things were collected into the Naza Ring given to him by his master before the core condensation.

The Naza Ring was connected to his bloodline, and others couldn't see it.

This was a treasure given to him by his master.

It was also thanks to this treasure that this time the core condensation failed and he was caught by a strong enemy, otherwise all the various secrets and arrays he had treasured for so many years would have been snatched away.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief and felt grateful to his master in his heart.

But... the Naza Ring was in his hand, and all kinds of treasures and valuables were preserved.

But... what about the core condensation?

Failed once, when could he try to condense the core again next time?

This core condensation was ruined by a group of stinky big shots; what about next time?

What if next time, these heavenly secret big shots of unknown origin and heaven-defying cultivation came to mess with him again, what should he do?

He was just a Foundation Establishment cultivator, how could he withstand this battle formation...

In the history of the cultivation world, I don't know if there was any other Foundation Establishment cultivator who could be surrounded and killed by so many big shots using causality when condensing a core...

Mo Hua sighed deeply.

"I don't know if making a few more straw dogs will be of any use..."

But now it wasn't a question of straw dogs or core condensation at all.

He had fallen into the hands of the Hua family and was now a "prisoner" of the Hua family.

The Hua family certainly wouldn't let him go.

Mo Hua knew this point most clearly in his heart.

When he was in the wilderness, as a "Shaman Lord," he had caused the deaths of how many Hua family members, snatched how much Hua family supplies and heritage, and ruined how much of the Hua family's business...

No one knew these things better than him.

The Hua family must be wishing they could cut off the Shaman Lord's head, peel the Shaman Lord's skin, eat the Shaman Lord's meat, and drink the Shaman Lord's blood.

"First think of a way to survive in the hands of the Hua family..."

Mo Hua sighed lightly.

In the days that followed, Mo Hua actually lived quite well.

The Hua family didn't mistreat him and even gave him pills to replenish blood and treat injuries.

Even gradually, they gave him a certain amount of space.

At first, Mo Hua was firmly imprisoned on an iron bed by various talismans, arrays, and torture chains.

Later, his injuries got better, so they removed the iron bed and only locked him in the prison.

The Hua family's Feather Transformation True Person also came to see him from time to time, said a few words, asked about things, but didn't force Mo Hua to answer.

Even later, he didn't even ask anymore, as if he had completely forgotten about this matter and didn't treat him as a "prisoner" at all.

But Mo Hua became more and more vigilant in his heart.

In terms of causality, he always had an intuition that he was being "fattened up to be killed."

One day, a butcher knife would definitely descend on his head.

Therefore, Mo Hua became more and more cautious.

He didn't know if the Hua family was sure that he was the Shaman Lord.

But at least on the surface, he had to think of every way to distance himself from the wilderness.

His divinity had shattered, but there were still some "bad habits" of the Shaman Lord remaining, such as liking to look at people coldly, being a bit high-and-mighty, being cold and not liking to talk, and being indifferent to everything... these bad habits had to be changed as soon as possible.

He had to cut off the identity of "Shaman Lord."

Shaman Lord is Shaman Lord, Mo Hua is Mo Hua.

What does the Great Wilderness Shaman Lord have to do with me, Mo Hua?

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