Chapter 762

The dead of night was pitch black, oppressive and deathly silent.

Yet Mo Hua could see the scarlet qi-mechanisms in the dark, and faintly, he could hear the low growls and hisses of demonic beasts.

Afterward, the bone-covered ground trembled.

Blood-colored array patterns interlinked, and a sinister, divine-sense aura emanated from afar.

Above the ground, a long passageway paved with white bones emerged.

This passageway resembled a giant python, snaking across the blood-colored stream and the bone-strewn riverbank, leading to the furthest point: the gates of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

Mo Hua's heart jolted, and he understood immediately.

Although he could not see the specific array patterns, the flow of the array's divine-sense power gave him a very clear feeling.

He had seen this array before!

It was the very same "door-opening" divine-path array that had been drawn on the bone bricks in front of the dry well in the blood-colored fishing village.

Only, the array on this long bone passageway was larger in scale, more complex in its patterns, and higher in grade.

Moreover, it was even more sinister.

The sixteenth day of the lunar month, the full moon, the blood stream boiled, and the bone passageway appeared.

The demonic cultivators stood before the path with heads bowed and hands cupped, exceptionally respectful.

After an unknown amount of time, an aged voice, hoarse like that of a wild beast, rang out:

"Proceed."

And so, the demonic cultivators began to walk onto the bone passageway with sluggish steps, like dejected walking corpses.

The demonic cultivators walking in front had extremely heavy demonic qi, clearly indicating a higher status.

They walked empty-handed.

The demonic cultivators behind them were either carrying the corpses of demonic beasts or shouldering massive storage bags.

Among them were some pulling carts.

On the carts were incredibly tough second-grade iron cages, within which were imprisoned some wounded, rare second-grade demonic beasts.

These demonic beasts were alive, but bound tightly by iron chains, with sharp barbs piercing their flesh, rendering them completely unable to move.

Following at the edges were some scattered, low-status demonic cultivators.

All the demonic cultivators, each wrapped in a black robe, walked on the bone passageway like walking corpses, dutiful and respectful, not daring to overstep by even half a step.

It seemed only this passageway could lead into the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

One wrong step, and there would be no hope of return.

Xun Call Ziyou sent a message to Mo Hua: "We will follow at the very end to enter..."

The demonic cultivators at the back had weaker strength and weaker perception.

Even if discovered, it would be easy to escape.

If they were mixed in the front where powerful demonic cultivators were clustered, any accident or slip-up would inevitably lead to being besieged by these demonic beasts.

He was at the late stage of Core Formation, so he was not afraid.

But Mo Hua was only at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment, and not a body cultivator; he was "fragile" to the extreme and precious to the extreme—he could not be bumped, could not be touched, and certainly could not lose a single hair.

He definitely could not be allowed to take risks.

Mo Hua nodded obediently.

The Valley of Ten Thousand Demons was dangerous; he would certainly follow behind Elder Xun.

The two waited a while longer, watching the dark night and the full moon; on the blood-stream bone path, the line of demonic cultivators moved further and further away, and the demonic cultivators following at the back became sparse and fewer in number.

Mo Hua was just about to move to follow, but Xun Call Ziyou suddenly grabbed him.

Mo Hua turned his head in confusion, only to see Xun Call Ziyou's face grave, saying in a low voice:

"Someone is coming out of the valley!"

Mo Hua's heart tightened, and before long, he indeed sensed a shocking demonic qi surging from afar.

A Core Formation demonic cultivator!

Mo Hua's pupils constricted. He turned to follow the aura and saw that in the direction of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, the demonic qi suddenly intensified, hazy and indistinct, as two powerful figures appeared.

"Two Core Formation demonic cultivator elders?!"

Mo Hua was startled.

The demonic cultivators entering the valley stopped one after another, prostrating themselves on the ground.

They knelt on the ground, backs arched, like a humble "human ladder."

The two demonic cultivator elders stepped on these kneeling demonic cultivators, turning into two bloody gusts of wind, rushing directly out of the valley.

For a moment, the sea of blood boiled, and demonic cries rose everywhere.

Xun Call Ziyou's gaze sharpened, and he blocked Mo Hua behind him.

Mo Hua hid behind Elder Xun, quietly poking his head out, squinting to peek, and saw two scarlet rays of blood, wrapping around two figures, getting closer and closer to him.

The powerful demonic-power pressure made Mo Hua's scalp tingle faintly.

Watching these two demonic cultivator elders, like two sprinting demonic beasts, getting closer and closer, even within the blink of an eye, they were already less than four or five hundred zhang away.

Xun Call Ziyou's gaze was slightly cold; he gripped the spirit-sword magic treasure that shared his intent, and his Core Formation spiritual power also began to circulate silently.

The atmosphere stagnated for a moment.

Mo Hua was also somewhat nervous.

Just then, the two demonic cultivator elders shifted their escape light and, without a moment's hesitation, fled toward the outside of the dense forest.

They appeared quite urgent.

Xun Call Ziyou's hand gripping the spirit sword loosened, but his gaze remained somewhat grave; at the same time, there was also a trace of doubt.

Once the two demonic cultivator elders disappeared, Mo Hua asked in a low voice:

"What did those two wicked elders go off to do?"

Xun Call Ziyou shook his head slightly.

"It looks like they seem to have something urgent?" Mo Hua said.

Xun Call Ziyou thought for a moment, and suddenly felt uneasy.

So late at night, for two demonic cultivator elders to leave the valley so urgently, what could it possibly be for?

Xun Call Ziyou was very concerned. He looked at the sky, then at the line of demonic cultivators, estimating that there was probably another hour before the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons closed, so he said to Mo Hua:

"There is something suspicious about this; I will follow them to see, you stay here."

Following a Core Formation demonic cultivator certainly meant he could not bring Mo Hua along.

Xun Call Ziyou thought for a moment and added: "If I return within an hour, we will enter the valley together."

"If I do not return, do not enter; we will discuss this matter at length later..."

After finishing, Xun Call Ziyou urged him once more: "Absolutely do not go in alone."

"Mm-hmm!" Mo Hua nodded.

He knew the gravity of this much.

After speaking, Xun Call Ziyou chased after the two demonic cultivator Core Formations.

Mo Hua had no choice but to wait where he was.

At the same time, he was also curious: those two demonic cultivator elders, so late at night, rushing off in such a hurry without even bothering to hide their tracks, what on earth did they go to do?

But now, he couldn't even guess, so he could only wait patiently.

On a large tree in front of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, Mo Hua waited just like that.

But after waiting for a long time, until it looked like it was about to close, Elder Xun still hadn't returned.

Mo Hua was somewhat worried.

"Elder Xun... nothing happened to him, right?"

He was an elder of the Taixu Sect, a junior of Old Mr. Xun, and a great cultivator at the late stage of Core Formation; he shouldn't be that easy to kill off, right...

Mo Hua was very worried for Elder Xun.

He turned his head again and looked at the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons in the distance.

On the bone passageway, the demonic cultivators were becoming fewer, and the demonic qi was becoming thinner; it was estimated that before long, the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons would close again.

Mo Hua sent a message to Elder Xun:

"Elder Xun, are you alright?"

"Have you returned?"

But the message sent out was like a stone sinking into the sea, with no news at all.

He didn't know if Elder Xun hadn't seen it, or if he had been delayed by something.

Mo Hua felt a bit anxious.

What to do?

Go in alone?

Mo Hua shook his head immediately.

He wouldn't go.

That was too reckless...

But if he didn't go now, he would have to wait another month, and by that time, who knew what changes might occur.

Once there was an accident, and the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons was sealed or destroyed, he probably wouldn't be able to learn the Four Symbols Array and the Divine Path Array inside.

"The Four Symbols Array and the Divine Path Array..."

Mo Hua had a battle between heaven and man in his heart, but in the end, he sighed.

Forget it.

Although he really wanted to learn these two types of arrays, the current situation was indeed not suitable for taking risks.

Better to honestly wait for Elder Xun to return and discuss it at length.

Mo Hua nodded slowly.

He waited like this for another half hour.

Elder Xun still hadn't returned.

Likewise, the gates of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons hadn't closed either.

Mo Hua found it a bit strange.

"Not closing the gates? What does that mean?"

"Waiting for me to go in?"

That couldn't be...

He didn't have that much face.

Mo Hua stared at a demonic cultivator who was guarding a coffin.

Separated by a long distance and covered by black robes, Mo Hua couldn't see their faces clearly, but he could faintly perceive their emotions.

They were very anxious, as if waiting for something.

Mo Hua frowned.

What were they waiting for?

Mo Hua was very curious; after a moment of contemplation, he got up on tiptoe and jumped to the base of a large tree closest to them.

At this distance, he could just hear the voices of these few demonic cultivators.

It was just that their mouths and noses seemed to have been demonized, and the sounds they made were a bit like the panting of wild beasts, not like human voices.

Mo Hua listened for a moment before he could gradually distinguish them.

"... how come... so long..."

"... missed the time..."

"... seems like there was... a bit of an accident..."

"... was discovered..."

"... if we don't hurry, the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons is really going to close..."

Mo Hua's brows furrowed tighter and tighter; just as he was wondering, he heard some movement from afar.

Mo Hua looked toward the sound and saw a demonic cultivator walk out of the dense forest, with a sack on its back.

After the demonic cultivator walked closer, it threw the sack on the ground and said in a muffled voice:

"That person didn't break their word; the 'goods' have been delivered."

A demonic cultivator stepped forward and opened the sack.

Inside the sack was a person; as the opening widened, a blank little head was revealed.

Mo Hua looked down and was shocked.

"Little Wood?!"

How did he get caught here?

Sect Ouyang Mu in the sack didn't know what he had encountered and was currently unconscious.

Just as Mo Hua was puzzled, movement came from afar again, and two more demonic cultivators walked over.

One of the demonic cultivators also had a sack on its back.

When it reached them, it threw the sack on the ground.

"Took some effort, damn it..."

The demonic cultivator kicked the sack, "Temper is quite tough."

Mo Hua's heart tightened.

Who was caught this time?

"Dead yet?" a demonic cultivator asked.

"No, the Young Master gave orders; only alive are they useful, how could I deal a lethal blow..."

As he spoke, a demonic cultivator opened the sack.

Inside the sack was a fair-skinned youth.

Mo Hua was very surprised.

Song Situ Jian?

He was actually caught too?

But Song Situ Jian was fine; he wasn't familiar with him anyway, so whether he lived or died didn't matter much.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

Afterward, a group of demonic cultivators gathered together, still not making a move, seemingly still waiting for something.

Mo Hua frowned, "Is someone else going to be caught?"

He had a faint, bad premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, within the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, another batch of demonic cultivators arrived from afar.

This time there were four demonic cultivators, and all were at the peak of Foundation Establishment, with thick demonic power, looking no different from demonic beasts.

One of the demonic cultivators also had a sack on its back.

Walking close, it threw the sack on the ground and opened the opening; as expected, inside was a handsome youth—Linghu Xiao.

The arrogant-looking Linghu Xiao was now covered in wounds and also unconscious.

A demonic cultivator sighed: "This kid, really damn thorny, worthy of being a sword-dao genius of the Chongxu Sect..."

"You four at the peak of Foundation Establishment, and you still had such a hard time catching one at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment?"

"What do you know? Killing is easy, but capturing alive is hard, and you can't cripple him either."

"Besides, in the future, how do you know what his status will be?"

A demonic cultivator sneered: "Maybe we non-human, non-demonic things will have to rely on his breath and look at his face to live; how could I dare to really deal a heavy blow and offend him?"

The demonic cultivator to the side nodded, "That's true."

"However," a demonic cultivator with an aged voice sighed, "I've lived for so long, and I've really never seen a sect genius who could have such terrifying sword-qi attainments at such a young age..."

"Even enough to rival the heaven-favored ones of the Four Great Sects."

"Given time, this child's talent will be limitless."

The group of demonic cultivators had different thoughts for a moment.

There was envy, there was jealousy, but mostly it was indifference.

Some were even gloating.

The path of cultivation is long; no matter how exceptional one's talent, as long as one takes a wrong step, it is a disaster from which there is no return.

Now, they were about to take this "sword-dao genius" on this step of "no return"...

"Alright," one of the tallest demonic cultivators narrowed its eyes and said in a low voice, "Let's enter the valley early."

Its tone was somewhat grave.

"There was an accident before we came, and the two elders helped to stall, but they might not be able to stall for too long; enter the valley early, seal the gates, and isolate ourselves from the world, so as not to have long nights and many dreams, or cause any other complications."

As long as they entered the valley, they would be safe.

"Good." The group of demonic cultivators nodded.

They lifted the coffin lid to the side, stuffed Linghu Xiao, Sect Ouyang Mu, and Song Situ Jian into the coffin, and then sealed it.

Right in front of Mo Hua, the line of demonic cultivators pushed the coffin and walked along the bone passageway toward the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons in the distance.

Mo Hua gasped, his head aching a little.

Trouble...

He immediately sent another message to Elder Xun:

"Elder Xun, something big has happened! The demonic cultivators caught Sect Ouyang Mu of the Tai'a Sect and Linghu Xiao of the Chongxu Sect and have gone into the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons."

But Elder Xun still didn't reply.

Mo Hua frowned.

"What to do?"

Intervene and save them?

But his own strength wasn't enough; this group of demonic cultivators were mostly at the late stage of Foundation Establishment, and some were even at the peak.

Even if he used all his methods and killed a few, it would be of no use.

With such a big commotion, other demonic cultivators would definitely come to support.

He wasn't a body cultivator, and carrying Sect Ouyang Mu and Linghu Xiao, he wouldn't be able to escape at all.

What's more, the two of them were sealed in a coffin.

Trying to open the coffin probably wouldn't be that easy either.

With his own strength, he couldn't save them...

"Return to the sect to report?"

It would definitely be too late.

Even if the sect gathered people later to launch a massive siege on the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, it wouldn't work.

If these demonic cultivators were pushed into a corner and directly "ripped the ticket," then Little Wood and Linghu Xiao would likely be in grave danger.

"Then just leave it alone?"

Mo Hua shook his head again.

What the demonic cultivator said just now, although vague, Mo Hua could guess the gist of it.

The Valley of Ten Thousand Demons closes for a month.

Once Little Wood and Linghu Xiao enter the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, what will happen is obvious.

By the time the valley gates open again, a month will have passed, and who knows what they will have turned into.

Very likely, the next time the demonic cultivators leave the valley, the two who have fallen into the demonic path will walk out wearing "black robes."

Mo Hua sighed.

Song Situ Jian didn't matter.

But Little Wood and Linghu Xiao couldn't be ignored.

How they ended up in the hands of the demonic cultivators, Mo Hua didn't know for the moment.

But if he didn't think of a way, these two children would really be planted here and never be able to turn back for the rest of their lives.

Mo Hua sent another message to Elder Xun:

"Hey, Elder Xun, are you there?"

Elder Xun still didn't respond.

There was no other way; Mo Hua could only send another message:

"I'll sneak into the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons first to take a look..."

The array was secondary; he had to find a way to save Little Wood and Linghu Xiao first.

Mo Hua was just about to move when he hesitated again.

He always felt it wasn't safe enough.

The Valley of Ten Thousand Demons was dangerously unpredictable, with many demonic cultivators and Core Formation demonic cultivator elders sitting in command; a slight negligence, and the trouble would be huge.

But this risk seemed unavoidable.

But to really take this risk, there was no one to back him up.

Mo Hua frowned.

He suddenly realized that he was still a bit inadequate as he was now...

He was only at Foundation Establishment now, and the road of cultivation ahead was still very long.

In the future, the road would be long; he had to save his Master, break through his realm, travel the Nine Provinces, and seek ultimate arrays...

The dangers he would encounter would be countless; it was impossible for someone to always back him up.

Whether it was Uncle Gu or Elder Xun, neither could follow him forever and be his "bodyguard."

In the future, if he were alone and encountered something dangerous, would he just retreat three steps?

Mo Hua shook his head slowly.

He already had some experience in cultivation and knew the principle that wealth is sought in danger.

All opportunities are inevitably accompanied by "risks."

The bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish.

The bigger the opportunity, the bigger the risk.

Blindly seeking stability might mean letting opportunities that come to one's door be handed over to others, living a mediocre life from then on.

However, if one doesn't seek stability, greed might take over, leading to self-destruction.

Neither was very good...

Mo Hua was somewhat conflicted.

What to do?

He pondered for a moment, and suddenly his heart stirred.

Things have good and bad, people have misfortune and fortune.

Is there a way to keep "fortune and misfortune" in one's own hands?

In this way, a desperate situation might not necessarily be without a chance of survival.

Encountering misfortune might not necessarily be without a way to turn it into fortune.

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, and then he frowned again.

"But... specifically, how to do it?"

As Mo Hua thought, a figure with gentle brows and eyes, an immortal air, and extraordinary handsomeness suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Master..."

Mo Hua was stunned, and then thought carefully.

Up to now, the person he had met who was best at "seeking fortune and avoiding misfortune" was his own Master.

Except for the end, where the heavenly secrets were exhausted and there was no way out in a desperate situation.

Before that, whatever Master did, he was always calculating and at ease.

And Master could do this because of the ultimate skill in the way of divine sense—

Heavenly Secret Derivation!

Fortune and misfortune are in the realm of heavenly secret causality.

Then logically speaking, through Heavenly Secret Derivation, one could naturally peer into the fortune and misfortune in heavenly secrets and the causality of fortune and misfortune.

Mo Hua couldn't help but think:

If he could really be like Master, understanding heavenly secrets, deriving causality, divining fortune and misfortune, peering into fortune and misfortune...

Even if he were alone in the future, facing a situation of being surrounded on all sides, without reliance or help, he could still use heavenly secrets to escape, rely on causality to plan, seek a way to survive in a desperate situation, and seek opportunities in risks.

No matter how big the waves, he could still catch big fish!

Mo Hua's spirit was lifted, and then he began to ponder.

But how to calculate?

How to divine fortune and misfortune through Heavenly Secret Derivation?

Master never taught him...

Mo Hua scratched his head.

He began to recall, among all the cultivators he had met, who was a "fortune teller," and what methods he could borrow.

On the bone path, the coffin sealing Little Wood and Linghu Xiao had already moved further and further away.

If he didn't hurry, it would be too late.

He had to hurry and think of a way to cast a divination first...

Mo Hua was anxious in his heart, racking his brains:

"Turtle shell to observe omens?"

But he didn't have a turtle shell in his hand...

"Stalks to calculate numbers?"

With so little time, where could he pluck stalks to calculate one by one?

"Compass?"

He had an array compass, and he had a pointing compass, but the one used for Heavenly Secret Derivation seemed to be a special Heavenly Secret Compass, which was very precious, and he couldn't get one...

"Forget it, use whatever is available..."

Mo Hua began to rummage through his storage bag to see if there was anything he could barely use to cast a divination...

But in the storage bag, everything was for arrays.

Array compasses, ink, array pens, array book jade slips, etc.

There were also some spirit tools and spirit swords, as well as commonly used elixirs.

These had nothing to do with divination.

Mo Hua had no choice but to rummage through his storage ring.

As he rummaged, Mo Hua was suddenly stunned to find a "copper coin" lying in the corner of his storage ring.

He had no impression of this copper coin before; it seemed it shouldn't have existed in his storage ring at all.

But on the copper coin, there was a very familiar aura.

Mo Hua was stunned, and then his gaze was melancholy, and his heart was sour.

It was Master's copper coin...

"Is this... left for me by Master?"

(End of chapter)

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