Chapter 603: The Golden Source Array

Mo Hua stared at the bald eagle, his eyes gleaming brightly.

Earlier, while hiding and spying, his spiritual sense had vaguely sensed something amiss—the bald eagle's head seemed to carry faint traces of array patterns.

And the energy was utterly unfamiliar.

This meant the bald eagle's head concealed an array.

And one he had never seen, never studied.

Indeed, his guess was correct!

It was an extremely rare Four Symbols array!

According to Master Xun, such arrays feature pattern lines resembling beast markings, tied to demonic beasts.

If one lacks deep grounding in Five Elements and Eight Trigrams arrays, attempting to learn this recklessly risks losing one's humanity.

If the array has flaws, the Grand Void Gate likely wouldn't teach disciples the Four Symbols array…

Even if flawed, an array is still an array.

Mo Hua still very much wanted to see it, to learn it.

But if the Grand Void Gate won't teach it, then this bald man might be the only path left for him to learn a Four Symbols array.

He absolutely couldn't let him escape!

Mo Hua fixed his piercing gaze on the bald eagle.

Ouyang Feng and the others were taken aback.

When Mo Hua shouted he wanted to shave the bald eagle's hair, they'd assumed he was just childish and mischievous—never expecting the bald eagle's head truly held something strange.

"Four Symbols array patterns…"

Murong Caiyun silently glanced at Mo Hua, secretly startled.

This young Mo disciple had such acute perception of arrays…

On the other side, the bald eagle's expression twisted with rage, his heart trembling with dread.

The array on his head was something that couldn't be exposed, couldn't leave traces—if anyone discerned its nature, it would ruin everything.

When he first started out, he hadn't concealed it; because of his bald head and the Four Symbols Eagle Claw Array branded upon it, he'd earned the nickname "Bald Eagle."

Later, he understood the dangers and disguised himself, covering his bald scalp and hiding the array patterns.

Most who knew his true identity had been killed.

For so long, no one had discovered it.

Others still called him "Bald Eagle," but they assumed it was merely a nickname, never wondering whether he was truly bald.

But he never imagined this brat would take it so seriously.

Hearing his name was "Bald Eagle," he'd outright assumed he was bald!

He'd even shaved off his wig, forcing him to reveal the array on his scalp.

The bald eagle felt deeply humiliated, teeth gritted in hatred.

"Good! Good!"

His gaze turned icy as he scanned the surroundings, especially when he saw Mo Hua—those bright eyes and white teeth, curiously studying his bald head—his fury burned hotter.

The Four Symbols Eagle Claw Array had been seen.

Then they all must die!

Otherwise, he couldn't answer to Mr. …

He couldn't bear Mr.'s wrath.

A flicker of fear passed through the bald eagle's eyes, then murderous intent blazed forth, his pupils crisscrossed with blood-red veins like spiderwebs.

"Kill!"

Suddenly, the array patterns on the bald eagle's head came alive.

The "totem"-like patterns glowed ink-green; the lines trembled, fused, shifted, forming a venomous eagle falcon baring its talons, fiercely malevolent.

Strange demonic energy seeped from the eagle pattern, flowing from the bald eagle's flesh into his meridians, spreading through his blood, merging with his flesh and bone.

The bald eagle gritted his teeth, as if enduring unbearable pain.

The eagle pattern gradually spread across his entire body.

A strange, demonic aura slowly spread outward.

Ouyang Feng's gaze sharpened—he sensed danger, instantly thrust his sword tip forward, a sword qi like a rainbow striking straight for the bald eagle's heart meridian, aiming to disrupt his absorption of the Four Symbols array's power.

The others also moved at once.

Hundred Blossoms Spirit Needles, Jin Guang Heavy Sword, Five-Colored Spirit Light—all surged toward the bald eagle.

Mo Hua added a Water Prison spell.

But the bald eagle, having absorbed the array's power, moved like the wind, dodging every sword technique and spell.

Only Ouyang Feng's sword qi grazed his chest, carving a long, bloody gash.

The bald eagle halted at a distance and sneered.

"The Tai'e Sword Art? Not impressive."

The blood on his chest slowly dried; the wound healed gradually, returning to its original state—like a demonic beast regenerating flesh through potent blood qi.

The eagle pattern on the bald eagle's head ceased its writhing.

The Four Symbols Eagle Claw Array was fully activated.

The bald eagle radiated intense demonic energy—he looked human, yet resembled a demonic eagle wrapped in human skin.

Ouyang Feng frowned, face darkening. "No demonic cultivation, yet demonic power…"

"This isn't a simple Four Symbols array…"

"What array… is actually inscribed on you?"

The Bald Eagle sneered, "The heavens and earth are boundless, the arrays vast and profound..."

"How could you, scions of noble houses, confined by your own selfish interests, calling yourselves 'geniuses' with your narrow-minded views, ever hope to comprehend my array?"

After speaking, the Bald Eagle gave a cold, sinister smile, raised both hands, and at his fingertips, sharp talons coated in poisoned blood coalesced.

"I've activated the array..."

"Today, all of you will die here!"

Ouyang Feng warned in a low voice, "Be careful!"

Mo Hua had already slipped away beforehand.

He saw the Bald Eagle absorb the power of the Four Symbols Array, his body covered in glowing tattoos, looking terrifying, and immediately fled far away, activating concealment to hide his form and suppress his aura.

The Bald Eagle had just felt murderous intent, intending to kill Mo Hua first, when he realized Mo Hua had vanished without a trace—nearly choking on a mouthful of blood from rage.

"Coward!"

"Chicken-hearted!"

The Bald Eagle cursed.

But Mo Hua didn't care.

I'm a coward—what can you do about it?

The Bald Eagle truly had no way to deal with Mo Hua.

His power had surged dramatically, but not his spiritual sense—he couldn't find Mo Hua before, and he certainly couldn't find him now.

The Bald Eagle spat another curse, then his gaze turned venomous.

"Fine, let's see how long you can hide..."

"I'll kill your senior brothers first, rape your two senior sisters—you can just watch from the sidelines."

Ouyang Feng's eyes blazed with killing intent; Shangguan Xu and Hua Qianqian also flew into fury.

Murong Caiyun's face was icy, yet she remained calm and said:

"Steady your heart, don't be provoked—kill him together."

Before she finished speaking, the Bald Eagle suddenly lunged, his talons dark and sharp, slicing through the air with a green glow straight toward Murong Caiyun's throat.

Murong Caiyun frowned, activated her body technique, and retreated backward.

Ouyang Feng stepped forward, raised his longsword horizontally, blocking the Bald Eagle and shielding Murong Caiyun behind him.

The Bald Eagle swung his talons, unleashing demonic energy that clashed with Ouyang Feng's blade.

Ouyang Feng felt a numbness in his Hukou—a sharp, hidden demonic force stabbed painfully into his arm, hurling him back several steps.

"This demonic energy is incredibly strong..."

Ouyang Feng's heart tightened, he focused even more intently, preparing for the Bald Eagle's next strike—then looked up and his face turned pale as he shouted:

"Shangguan Xu, watch out!"

The Bald Eagle had used his strike to repel Ouyang Feng, but instead of pressing the advantage, he suddenly turned, his talons like a whirlwind, lunging at Shangguan Xu on the other side.

Shangguan Xu, seeing the Bald Eagle engage Ouyang Feng, had moved to assist—but as he raised his heavy sword, halfway through his strike, he saw the Bald Eagle abandon Ouyang Feng and charge straight at him.

The Bald Eagle's body technique was fast; his attack was faster.

But Shangguan Xu had spent years roaming the Qianxue Province border—he had plenty of battle experience, and knew not to expend all strength in one move, always keeping a fraction in reserve for adaptation.

So even though his heavy sword technique was slow, he could still adjust mid-strike to counter the Bald Eagle's surprise attack.

But at that moment, a flash of red light appeared in the Bald Eagle's eyes.

His aura surged violently once more.

The demonic energy he had deliberately withheld, not fully absorbed from the array, instantly flooded every limb and organ.

With the demonic energy's enhancement, the Bald Eagle's flesh grew even more formidable, his blood qi thicker, his strikes sharper, and his movements faster still.

And under the array's amplification, his power neared...

Foundation Establishment Late Stage!

Everyone was stunned, their expressions changing.

At this moment, they all understood.

The Bald Eagle had held back!

He had deliberately concealed a portion of his strength, waiting to unleash it mid-battle and reverse the tide.

Shangguan Xu's face turned pale, his situation dire.

Ouyang Feng raised his sword, Murong Caiyun gathered her spell, Hua Qianqian summoned her spirit needles—but all were too far to stop the now-powerful Cultivator, the Bald Eagle.

At that instant, a flash of water light appeared—a Water Prison formed out of nowhere, encasing the Bald Eagle.

The Bald Eagle sneered, his body like a falcon, accelerating abruptly, breaking free from the Water Prison's grasp, then raised his green, poisoned talons and tore into Shangguan Xu's heart meridian.

But Mo Hua's Water Prison, though it failed to trap the Bald Eagle, forced him to alter his movement—gaining him one or two precious breaths.

In that split second, Shangguan Xu stepped back.

The Bald Eagle's claw did not pierce deeply; moreover, the Grand Void Dao Robe had protective properties—though it was ripped into bloody gashes and he was severely wounded and bleeding, his life was not in danger.

Before Shangguan Xu could even exhale in relief,

the Bald Eagle pressed his advantage, aiming to kill Shangguan Xu first.

With one heavy sword cultivator removed from the equation, killing the others—especially the two female disciples who controlled spells and spirit artifacts—would become far easier.

But Mo Hua was faster—he cast another Water Prison, trying to pin the Bald Eagle in place.

The Bald Eagle frowned, pushed his body technique to its limit, and dodged this trapping technique.

Then Hua Qianqian, clad in a robe embroidered with a hundred flowers, summoned her spirit needles and attacked the Bald Eagle.

Repeatedly thwarted, the Bald Eagle's rage boiled—he felt the array runes on his body writhe, his muscles knotting, a deep green demonic energy coiling around his talons as he tore violently, stirring up a stench of blood.

The overwhelming demonic energy swept through, destroying every one of Hua Qianqian's Hundred Flower Spirit Needles.

Hua Qianqian's spiritual sense stabbed with pain, her face turned pale, but she gritted her teeth and seized the chance to drag Shangguan Xu farther away.

Shangguan Xu bore three deep gashes on his chest, blood flowing incessantly, laced with deadly poison—he must heal immediately, or the consequences would be endless.

Shangguan Xu immediately swallowed a pill to heal his wounds.

Hua Qianqian took out spare spiritual needles from her storage pouch and positioned them before Shangguan Xu.

But these spiritual needles were spare ones, far inferior in rank to her previous Hundred Blossom Spiritual Needles; they posed no real threat to the Bald Eagle, serving only to defend and shield Shangguan Xu so he could heal properly.

In an instant, two of the four combatants were out of action.

The Bald Eagle had held back secretly, then suddenly struck—his ambush proved highly effective, and he sneered with dark amusement.

The only ones currently capable of threatening him were Ouyang Feng and Murong Caiyun.

The Bald Eagle gave them no chance to catch their breath; his gaze turned fierce, eyes scanning like a hawk's, and in a moment of distraction, he lunged again at Murong Caiyun.

Ouyang Feng, though at a cultivational disadvantage, had no choice but to grit his teeth and maneuver against the Bald Eagle.

In the same province, students from different sects are bound by shared ties.

Among cultivators, even those from different sects often share some degree of goodwill.

He could not bear to let his fellow disciples fall to the Bald Eagle's cruelty—otherwise, he would carry guilt for life.

Ouyang Feng's expression was resolute, his gaze sharp.

The situation grew tense at once.

The Bald Eagle's expression turned playful again; he wanted to see how long these two could hold out against him.

Once they lost…

The Bald Eagle licked his lips, his gaze sweeping over Murong Caiyun and Hua Qianqian, his face twisted with lust.

Trapped in this Qiancang Mountain for so long, he hadn't touched a woman in ages.

The Bald Eagle's desire stirred.

Suddenly, a blue light coalesced into a cage, enclosing him once more.

Caught off guard, his movement slowed a fraction—he couldn't dodge—and was firmly trapped within the icy water prison.

Though only for a few breaths, he still felt the suffocating dizziness of drowning.

His lust vanished instantly, replaced by profound revulsion.

"Son of a bitch!"

"Brat!"

The Bald Eagle roared in fury.

He'd been careless, hadn't dodged—and had been tricked by that brat.

Ouyang Feng seized the chance, sweeping his sword across the Bald Eagle's throat—didn't pierce deep, only broke the skin.

Murong Caiyun's Five Elements spiritual light also shot through the air; though it missed his forehead by a hair, it scorched half his ear.

Wounded, the Bald Eagle's heart tightened slightly.

"Not yet…"

"Must focus—end this quickly, take down these two…"

"Then deal with that brat…"

The Bald Eagle's eyes burned with hatred; he unleashed all his demonic power, his strikes growing fiercer as he targeted Ouyang Feng.

At the same time, he guarded against Mo Hua's Water Prison technique.

Any sign of spiritual sense locking onto him, or even faint water-element spiritual fluctuations around him—he must dodge immediately, lest that brat strike again.

The Bald Eagle gave his full attention—and indeed, he was never caught by the Water Prison again.

At the same time, he calmed his mind and split off a portion of his spiritual sense to scan the surroundings.

He wanted to find even the faintest trace of that brat.

But the surroundings were empty; his pale spiritual vision revealed no sign of any figure.

The Bald Eagle frowned.

That brat… was highly suspicious…

Not a single trace.

Why?

Did he possess a hidden spiritual artifact? Or was his concealment technique too refined? Or was his spiritual sense too strong?

The Bald Eagle silently shook his head.

Even the strongest spiritual sense… couldn't make him completely undetectable.

Had he not been careless, that brat's Water Prison could never have locked onto him—meaning his spiritual sense wasn't stronger than his own.

That made sense—the brat was only at Foundation Establishment early stage.

While he himself was at the peak of Foundation Establishment mid-stage.

How could his spiritual sense surpass his?

His concealment must be due to some hidden treasure—or some inherited technique…

A concealment artifact?

That was a valuable thing…

The Bald Eagle's eyes gleamed with excitement.

"If that's true, then my fortune has turned!"

"Afterward, catch that brat and find out the truth…"

The Bald Eagle's smile turned sinister.

…

Mo Hua, crouched in the grass, suddenly felt a warning prickle in his heart.

As if a vicious hawk had locked onto him…

Mo Hua narrowed his eyes.

Daring to target me…

Then this bald eagle can't be left alive…

I'm just a low-profile junior disciple of Grand Void Gate, quietly cultivating, diligently studying arrays—I don't want some "bald eagle" like this eyeing me.

Moreover, he had to prove to his senior brothers and sisters that he was truly "powerful."

This concerned his grand plan to later take on missions and earn merit points.

And then there was the Four Symbols Array.

The Four Symbols Array now appeared somewhat sinister, not like a proper array at all—but whether it was proper or not, he had to see it and study it first to know.

He couldn't be too hasty.

He had to give this array a chance…

What if it could "turn from evil to good"?

Wouldn't he then be able to study it openly and honorably?

Even if he couldn't learn it, studying it would help him guard against it in the future.

Mo Hua found another opportunity and casually cast several Water Prison spells; seeing these spells all dodged by the vulture, the vulture's sneering and contemptuous expression grew even more pronounced.

Mo Hua nodded.

"This vulture is dying today!"

But the timing wasn't right yet—he still had to wait a little longer.

Mo Hua waited a while longer, until Shangguan Xu's injuries had improved, Hua Qianqian had taken her pill and replenished some Qi, and both had gritted their teeth and joined the encirclement against the vulture—he knew the moment had come.

This was when their side was at its strongest.

And the vulture had also expended considerable Qi.

If they couldn't take him down now, and he found an opening to truly counterkill his senior brothers and sisters, that would be disastrous.

Or if he realized the situation was hopeless and slipped away secretly—that wouldn't do either.

Mo Hua slipped quietly to Elder Murong's side and whispered:

"Senior sister…"

Mo Hua had to prove to his senior brothers and sisters that he was truly "powerful."

This mattered for his future plans to secure missions and earn merit.

And then there was the Four Symbols Array.

The Four Symbols Array now looked uncanny, not like a proper array at all—but whether it was legitimate or not, he had to see and study it first.

He couldn't be too hasty.

He had to give this array a chance…

What if it could "turn from evil to good"?

Then wouldn't he be able to study it openly?

Even if he couldn't learn it, studying it would help him guard against it in the future.

Mo Hua found another chance and casually cast several Water Prison spells; seeing these spells all dodged by the bald eagle, the eagle's sneering, contemptuous expression grew even more pronounced.

Casting a spell that consumes so much energy, if they fail to kill him, they will be in danger.

"This bald eagle is dead today!"

But the timing wasn't right yet—he had to wait a little longer.

Mo Hua waited a while longer, until Shangguan Xu's injuries had improved, Hua Qianqian had taken her pill and replenished some Qi, and both had gritted their teeth to join the encirclement of the bald eagle—he knew the moment had come.

This was when their side was at its strongest.

And the bald eagle had expended considerable Qi.

If they couldn't take him down now, and he found an opening to truly counterkill his senior brothers and sisters, that would be disastrous.

Or if he realized the situation was hopeless and slipped away secretly—that wouldn't do either.

Mo Hua slipped quietly to Elder Murong's side and whispered:

But Elder Murong Caiyun was astonished that Mo Hua could possibly know such an exceedingly rare array.

Elder Murong was fully engrossed in casting a spell to restrain the bald eagle; hearing this, she startled, then relaxed when she saw it was Mo Hua.

But then she furrowed her brow, with a solemn expression, and sighed:

"Junior Brother Mo… you should leave first…"

If they kept fighting, the outcome was uncertain, and she couldn't guarantee Mo Hua's safety.

But Mo Hua shook his head and asked:

"Senior sister, do you know a very, very powerful upper-tier spell?"

Elder Murong froze, then slowly nodded. "I do know one—but…"

In this situation, casting such a spell carried great risk.

Moreover, along this journey, Young Master Mo Hua, though young and of low cultivation, was extremely clever and possessed profound understanding of arrays.

Even if it did, it might not kill the bald eagle outright—he had been strengthened by the array, his body nearing Foundation Establishment's late stage.

Casting such a draining spell, if it failed to kill him, they'd all be in danger.

Mo Hua patted his chest, confident:

"Senior sister, don't worry—just cast your spell. The rest is up to me!"

Elder Murong blinked in shock. "Up to you?"

【241】 "I know an array that amplifies the Five Elements' power. With your upper-tier spell, the amplified power will kill that 'bald eagle' in one strike."

【242】 Mo Hua nodded.

【243】 Elder Murong opened her mouth. "You… know this kind of array?"

【244】 Amplifying the Five Elements' power…

【245】 Arrays embody the Dao—profound and vast; any unimaginable array is not surprising.

【246】 But what startled Elder Murong was how Mo Hua could possibly know such an exceedingly rare array.

【247】 Where had he learned it?

【248】 And how had he even mastered it?

【249】 Mo Hua waved his hand. "It's nothing much…"

【250】 Elder Murong paused, then nodded.

【251】 Time was limited; she had no room to dwell on this now.

【252】 After a moment's thought, Elder Murong decided: "Fine, I'll try!"

【253】 Hesitation invites chaos.

【254】 At this moment, hesitation would cost them the opening.

【255】 Besides, along this journey, this junior brother Mo, though young and low in cultivation, was sharp-witted and had profound understanding of arrays.

【256】 His spells might be obscure, but his technique was exquisite.

【257】 Moreover, Mo Hua's gaze was clear and pure—he was surely an upright, good-hearted boy who wouldn't scheme ill.

【258】 He could be trusted.

【259】 Elder Murong made up her mind and said: "That array…"

【260】 "Senior sister, just cast your spell. Don't worry about anything else," Mo Hua said.

Murong Caiyun was startled, but she still trusted Mo Hua. After a brief thought, she said to Ouyang Feng:

"Senior Brother Feng, stall him for a bit."

Ouyang Feng was slightly taken aback on hearing this. After a moment, he guessed Murong Caiyun's plan. His brow furrowed slightly, but after thinking it over, he did not refuse.

Since Junior Sister Murong wanted to use a superior-grade spell to kill the enemy, she must have her own considerations.

Dragging things out was itself a move born of helplessness.

Ouyang Feng's sword Qi was fierce and biting, so he joined hands with Shangguan Xu and Hua Qianqian to contain the Bald Eagle.

At a moment like this, everyone was in tacit agreement.

Mo Hua nodded.

If possible, disciples from the great clans would all learn some superior-grade Daoist techniques.

But given the current situation, Senior Brother Ouyang had deep cultivation, so it had to fall to him to pin down the Bald Eagle, whose body was swift, whose strikes were swift, and whose flesh was tough.

Senior Brother Xu was already wounded.

Senior Sister Hua's strength relied more on spirit artifacts.

So Junior Sister Murong, who was well-versed in the Five Elements spells, was the best candidate.

Mo Hua also wanted to see just how powerful a superior-grade Five Elements spell would be after being amplified by a Five Elements Source Array.

Ouyang Feng and the others fought the Bald Eagle with everything they had.

There was no time to waste. Murong Caiyun also began gathering Qi and casting her spell.

A fierce, dazzling five-colored radiance glowed from her body. This radiance gathered around her like a skyful of glowing clouds, lending her a crystalline, luminous beauty, like a fairy amid the clouds.

The Five Elements Radiance Art.

This was a true inheritance of the Grand Void Gate — a superior-grade spell that encompassed all Five Elements.

However, among these Five Elements, only one streak of Jin Guang shone with extraordinary brilliance.

This was because this set of the Five Elements Radiance Art was extraordinarily profound, and Murong Caiyun had so far only learned the Metal-system incantation; she could not yet merge the Five Elements into one.

Even so, during the Foundation Establishment stage, the power of this spell was already quite formidable.

Such a huge commotion — the Bald Eagle sensed it too.

He was stunned for a moment, then sneered inwardly.

"Fool!"

"You actually think you can kill me in one strike with a superior-grade Daoist technique?"

"Typical sect disciples — all that sword-talk has addled your brains. You only know how to learn those grand, useless moves."

In a real fight to the death, where is there room for all that flashy nonsense? It only cares about being plain and effective.

If a wild slash can kill a man, then forget about form — just hack him to death with wild slashes. Don't have any extra moves, or the one who dies might just be you.

A superior-grade spell?

The Bald Eagle looked at Murong Caiyun and gave a cold snort.

Setting aside whether this spell's power could even kill him.

Even if it could, whether her divine sense could lock him down was still a question.

Once it missed and this spell went wide, the ones who would die… would be you lot…

The Bald Eagle's gaze was venomous, and Gu Yiran was unafraid.

Murong Caiyun's spiritual power continued to build, bit by bit. Her aura was also climbing steadily. Yet this tremendous power only made the Bald Eagle wary for a moment.

Just then, Mo Hua's small hand pointed at the ground.

A streak of vermilion-gold, carrying the power of the Five Elements' origin, wove its way forth as array lines, condensing into a formation.

Grade One, Thirteen Lines — the Gold Source Absolute Array.

Murong Caiyun, who was in the middle of casting her spell, shrank her pupils.

"This is…"

"An Absolute Array?!"

And…

Murong Caiyun's face was full of disbelief.

How on earth did this little junior brother just draw an array?

He just pointed at the ground and an array appeared?!

In a daze, she felt her common sense was somewhat overturned.

Since when were arrays drawn like this…

And in the instant Mo Hua injected his divine sense and finished drawing the Gold Source Absolute Array, a mysterious, crystalline Jin Guang instantly surged upward, covering Murong Caiyun's body.

Standing atop the Gold Source Absolute Array, Murong Caiyun felt only a faint ache in her meridians, her spiritual power circulating more intensely, and her Metal-system spiritual power grew restless and uneasy — as if Five Elements source power had been poured into it, ceaselessly…

Boiling.

Spiritual power boiling?

Murong Caiyun's gaze trembled.

Then, once the spell had finished condensing, her Metal-system Five Elements Radiance Art — its spiritual power was refined, like molten gold, blazing with boundless light, surging and overwhelming.

This Absolute Array seemed to have forcibly boosted her superior-grade spell up by an entire grade!

The Bald Eagle in the distance changed drastically, his pupils wide with shock.

What was going on?

How could this spell's power suddenly have grown so much stronger?

Without a word, he turned and ran.

Ouyang Feng and the others, who were equally stunned by the might of the Five Elements Radiance Art, came to their senses in an instant and struck out one after another, trying to hold the Bald Eagle back.

Murong Caiyun had already locked onto the vulture with her spiritual sense.

With a flick of her slender hand, bathed in the power of the Golden Source Ultimate Array, golden auroras flooded the sky and surged toward the vulture.

Green light flashed in the vulture's eyes; the array markings on its body flickered dimly and brightly, and its aura grew fainter.

At the same time, its demonic aura suddenly intensified, blurring the perception of spiritual sense.

Murong Caiyun's face turned pale instantly. "The spiritual sense lock is off-target!"

The golden auroras, brilliant and beautiful yet brimming with lethal intent, swept toward the vulture—but at the final moment, they seemed to lose their target and could no longer alter course.

The vulture's face bore both alarm and relief.

No wonder it's the Four Symbols Array of the Great Wilderness lineage…

It saved my life again.

The vulture sneered, turned, and tried to escape through the auroras.

But at that moment, Mo Hua far away also smiled faintly and extended his wicked little hand.

His spiritual energy was pushed to its utmost limit.

His pupils surfaced with pitch-black sinister patterns.

His spiritual sense, powerful and unyielding, became chains that pierced through the mist of the Four Symbols Array and locked the fleeing vulture in place!

A powerful spiritual presence descended.

The vulture felt it instantly; his smile froze, his face turned deathly pale.

(End of Chapter)