Chapter 1059: Great Wilderness Sacred Object

"Impossible!" Shangguan Wang's face was grim. "Absolutely impossible!"

He scoffed coldly. "How could this little brat possibly have a Natal Longevity Mark on his body?"

"He can fool others, but how can he fool me?"

"His background for entering Taixu Gate was handed in by my Shangguan family. He's clearly just a poor, insignificant rogue cultivator from a small place in Li State. He claims to be a sect master's illegitimate child or an old ancestor's direct descendant, but that's just him putting on airs and trying to make himself look important."

"What kind of family background could he possibly have? What kind of foundation? That abysmal Spirit Root, how could it possibly come from a high-level cultivator?"

"Under these circumstances, where would some high person, where would some old ancestor, implant a Natal Longevity Mark on him?"

"Unless it's a demonic path old ancestor willing to invest heavily for a chance at possession, otherwise, what high person would sacrifice their essence to implant a Longevity Mark on a brat with no blood ties? Are they crazy?"

Shangguan Wang's face was full of ridicule.

Tu Xiansheng didn't refute him, but deep down, he also felt that Shangguan Wang's words made sense.

The Natal Longevity Mark is a supreme treasure only the most direct, most outstanding, and most favored chosen ones in great clans and powerful families of the fifth rank and above are qualified to have implanted. It is the guarantee of these chosen ones' path to Dao, their second life.

Something so precious, Mo Hua simply wasn't qualified for it.

Even if he was Qian Xue's Chief of Array Dao, with unparalleled talent in arrays, he still wouldn't be qualified.

Because he wasn't related by blood to the Dong Xu old ancestor.

Bloodline is very important.

It's not that if you have shocking talent, a bunch of Dong Xu old ancestors will rush to implant a Longevity Mark on you.

Generally, a Dong Xu old ancestor, even if their Great Dao is hopeless and their lifespan is about to end, will only leave their Natal Longevity Mark to their closest direct relative,

Their most favored bloodline descendant.

If there's no bloodline, no blood relation, why would they implant it on you?

With Mo Hua's background, it was fundamentally impossible for him to have such an "old ancestor" to implant a Longevity Mark on him.

But Tu Xiansheng still frowned.

Even if it wasn't a Natal Longevity Mark, Mo Hua's body faintly carried a presence that made his heart palpitate.

It was as if something terrifying would happen if he killed Mo Hua.

This premonition, rather than coming from his Heavenly Machine intuition, felt more like a revelation from the "God Master."

Was it divine protection?

Was it a protective treasure left behind by Taixu Gate?

Or did he carry some great karma on his body?

Tu Xiansheng's gaze was grim.

Shangguan Wang saw that Tu Xiansheng hadn't spoken for a long time and advised him again, "It's impossible for this brat to have a Longevity Mark on him. How about we—"

Tu Xiansheng then said coldly, "Then Elder Wang, do you want to go down and kill him yourself?"

Shangguan Wang was startled. After thinking for a moment, he also fell silent.

He did want to kill Mo Hua, wanted Mo Hua dead.

But now that he was truly being asked to kill him himself, Shangguan Wang suddenly realized that he, an elder in the Feather Ascension Realm, didn't quite dare to personally kill Mo Hua.

He didn't know what accident would happen if he killed Mo Hua.

But one thing was certain: once he killed Mo Hua, he would definitely be regarded as a "mortal enemy" by all cultivators in Taixu Gate, from top to bottom.

To the disciples of Taixu Gate, he killed their Junior Brother;

To the elders of Taixu Gate, he killed their Chief of Array Dao.

And this child, Mo Hua, was even extremely favored by Taixu Gate's old ancestor.

Killing Mo Hua was equivalent to completely offending Taixu Gate's Dong Xu old ancestor and would be marked as a target for elimination by the Dong Xu old ancestor.

Taixu Gate's Elder Xun is a fifth-rank Array Master. Although he appears like an old scholar every day, his strength is unfathomable.

None of the other old ancestors are easy to deal with either.

Not to mention, there is still an even more terrifying Sword Dao old ancestor sealed in the forbidden ground behind Taixu Gate's mountain.

Thinking of this, Shangguan Wang felt his liver and gallbladder splitting.

He wanted Mo Hua dead.

But he, a Feather Ascension True Person, it seemed... really didn't dare to touch Mo Hua's hair.

Tu Xiansheng also understood Shangguan Wang's thoughts and sneered inwardly, but he also didn't want to fall out with this Feather Ascension elder, so he said,

"This matter, let's wait until the God Master revives before making a decision."

"With the great power of the God Master protecting us, whether this child Mo Hua is killed, refined, kept, or sacrificed, there's no need to worry about anything."

Shangguan Wang's pupils slightly trembled. He cupped his hands and said, "The God Master is supremely wise. Everything will be decided by the God Master."

Tu Xiansheng nodded. "Everything will follow the God Master's will."

Shangguan Wang also said, "Everything follows the God Master's will." After that, he didn't say anything else, just looked at Tu Xiansheng and left.

After Shangguan Wang left, Tu Xiansheng remained in the same spot. His pale face showed no expression, utterly cold, but his heart was heavy with worry.

He knew that Shangguan Wang's worries were actually justified.

This child Mo Hua carried too much karma on his body. Keeping him was a great hidden danger.

And...

Tu Xiansheng frowned.

He had pondered Mo Hua for a very long time, but the more he pondered, the more he felt puzzled, the more he felt he couldn't see through him.

This child Mo Hua was like a "porcupine," covered in spines, making it hard to start.

Even in Tu Xiansheng's mind, it was difficult to form a clear impression of Mo Hua.

Was he a rogue cultivator with inferior Spirit Root who luckily entered a great sect?

Was he the most favored disciple of Taixu Gate, one of the Eight Great Gates?

Was he a monstrous Chief of Array Dao?

Or a Sword Discourse chosen one who could defeat five opponents with one strike?

Was he a Spirit Cultivator? A Sword Cultivator? An Array Master?

He seemed to be a bit of everything, but also very one-sided.

Tu Xiansheng's expression became grim. His heterochromatic pupils began to rotate erratically. Mo Hua's karma, bit by bit, flowed within his heart, being deduced and pondered by him.

After thinking for a very long time, Tu Xiansheng's pupils slightly opened. A flash of blood color passed by, and finally, he was suddenly enlightened, understanding everything:

"All laws are connected. The body law is exquisite, remote control with imperial swords. The array law is like a monster, changing in myriad ways, but tracing back to the source, it's only two words..."

"Divine Sense!"

"This child's everything relies on his Divine Sense!"

"No..."

Tu Xiansheng's pupils suddenly shrank, his gaze condensing.

Perhaps it was only one word:

"God."

The next day.

In the dungeon of Great Desolate Prison.

The sky was already bright, but it was still dark inside the prison. It was impossible to distinguish between day and night, and naturally, impossible to distinguish between black and white, people and demons.

Tu Xiansheng, dressed in a pitch-black magic robe, held an ancient bronze box and walked into the gloomy and terrifying dungeon. With a glance, he saw Mo Hua, covered with a small blanket and sleeping soundly. His eyelids couldn't help but tremble.

He just stood there like that, holding the box, staring fixedly, like an "old servant" waiting for his "young master" to wake up and wash,

But his gaze grew more and more grim.

It wasn't known how long passed before Mo Hua also woke up.

Being stared at by Tu Xiansheng's grim gaze, it was really hard to sleep anymore.

Mo Hua opened his mouth, sat up straight, stretched lazily, and then got up, tidied up the small blanket, and then turned his head to look at Tu Xiansheng beside him, greeting him:

"Good morning, sir."

Tu Xiansheng didn't speak.

Mo Hua pretended not to know and asked, "By the way, I still don't know your surname, sir?"

"Tu," Tu Xiansheng's tone was cold.

Mo Hua nodded, "Good morning, Mr. Tu."

Tu Xiansheng looked at Mo Hua indifferently. "I've brought you a gift."

"A gift?" Mo Hua was startled.

Tu Xiansheng opened the bronze box, revealing a bone hoop of stark white bone inside, as well as a milky white tooth above the bone hoop, not knowing what kind of beast it came from, and also not knowing how many years it had existed, engraved with blood-colored desolate script and full of cracks.

"This is a supreme treasure personally refined by a high-level member of my Great Desolate clan several thousand years ago. I will give it to you now. Try wearing it."

Tu Xiansheng said in a cold voice.

Mo Hua looked at the stark white ancient bone hoop, his expression solemn, "This gift... is too precious. I have done nothing to deserve it, I cannot accept it."

Tu Xiansheng said, "What an elder bestows, one cannot refuse."

Mo Hua humbly said, "I am not worthy."

Tu Xiansheng shook his head. "In this entire Qian Xue State territory, among all cultivators, even in this entire temple, only you, among all the God Master's believers, are worthy of this supreme treasure."

Tu Xiansheng's tone was appreciative, his attitude not allowing refusal.

Mo Hua found it "hard to refuse such enthusiasm," but also didn't want this evil thing like a "bone frame," so he asked Tu Xiansheng in a low voice,

"What exactly is this? What is it used for?"

Tu Xiansheng said gently, "You'll know if you wear it on your head."

Mo Hua didn't want to wear it, but looking at Tu Xiansheng's expression, it was obvious that if he didn't wear it, he definitely wouldn't be let go.

Mo Hua then tried putting the tooth-symbol bone hoop on his head.

The moment he put it on, the bone hoop trembled, like a demonic beast opening its mouth and growing out sharp teeth, "biting" onto Mo Hua's head, embedding into the acupoints on the top of his head, such as Tian Chong, Fu Bai, Feng Chi, Tian Zhu, Yu Zhen, and Bai Hui.

And that ancient tooth symbol, like the fangs of an ancient fierce beast, happened to bite down on the Shen Ting acupoint on Mo Hua's forehead.

A surge of prehistoric power surged out, completely suppressing Mo Hua's Sea of Consciousness.

His Divine Sense couldn't be released, and even his divinity was suppressed.

Mo Hua couldn't stay calm anymore. He was immediately greatly shocked, his face turning pale with terror as he looked at Tu Xiansheng and exclaimed,

"What is this? Why can't I, I—"

Tu Xiansheng seemed to smile and not smile. "Why... can't you communicate with the 'god' in your Sea of Consciousness?"

Mo Hua's face suddenly turned pale. He tightly pursed his lips, not daring to say a word.

Tu Xiansheng saw this and nodded slightly, roughly confirming his previous inference.

Taixu Gate has a "fierce god," which is the God Master's great enemy.

A fierce god is also a god. Since it is a god, it must have something or someone it "parasitizes."

Normal gods parasitize things in heaven and earth, build temples, cultivate believers, remain unmoving like a mountain, and widely bestow blessings. They rarely act casually.

But the fierce god of Taixu Gate is different. He is truly too "active."

He is everywhere.

Tu Xiansheng then guessed that this fierce god must be parasitizing a physical body, or even that the god and the person are "born together," which wouldn't be an exaggeration.

The biggest suspect in Taixu Gate is naturally this Chief of Array Dao with extraordinary Divine Sense – Mo Hua.

But matters of gods are of great importance and require extreme caution.

Tu Xiansheng had thought for a long time. After careful consideration yesterday, he finally hardened his heart and did not move this holy artifact that had been inherited from ancient times in Great Desolate and used to suppress evil gods.

With this "holy artifact," he would seal Mo Hua's Divine Sense and suppress the "god" on Mo Hua's body.

Gods are born holding the Dao of heaven and earth. Regardless of their rank, their existence itself is not on the same level as human cultivators.

Furthermore, the god of Taixu Gate is a "fierce god" with numerous karmic killings.

Their brief encounter in Ten Thousand Monster Valley left a deep impression on Tu Xiansheng.

Without the great power of the God Master, Tu Xiansheng also had no way to deal with this fierce god.

Fortunately, this fierce god also has a fatal weakness – the Mo Hua he is parasitizing.

Controlling the host person can naturally also restrain the god.

The host person is both the "puppet" of the god walking in the world and the god's most fatal "seal."

Now, Mo Hua is "sealed," and the fierce god can also forget about stirring up trouble again.

And conversely, if the fierce god is isolated, it is also equivalent to "crippling" Mo Hua.

Tu Xiansheng looked at the flustered and uneasy Mo Hua again and sneered slightly.

This is an extremely lucky brat.

He doesn't know what fortuitous encounter he got to be favored by a god at a young age, thus being "born together" with a god.

Everything he has is granted to him by the "god" on his body.

The god granted him talent, granted him comprehension, and also granted him powerful Divine Sense.

It was only with this Divine Sense borrowed from the god that he could have extraordinary Divine Sense, attain mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation, defeat a group of array law prodigies, and seize the title of Chief of Array Dao in Qian Xue with a nearly impossible "monster" posture.

All of his Dao laws, body laws, and array laws also depend on Divine Sense, and depend on the god on his body.

Being able to be unharmed and sleep peacefully in this ferocious Great Desolate Prison is also because he has a god protecting him and is fearless.

That someone in this world could be favored by a god to this extent made Tu Xiansheng's heart burn with jealousy.

But that was all.

Just like him, this boy's everything is because of "god's grant."

With god's grant, he is Qian Xue's chosen one, the Chief of Array Dao.

Without god's grant, he will reveal his original form, which is that of a rogue cultivator from a poor little place, with bad Spirit Root and bad body, except for being a bit handsome, he is nothing.

And Mo Hua, as expected by Tu Xiansheng, had his Sea of Consciousness sealed, his communication with the "god" isolated. He lost his reliance, his face flustered and uneasy, no longer having any calm or peaceful demeanor.

Tu Xiansheng showed no emotion, but holding Mo Hua in his grasp made him feel quite joyful.

The Great Desolate holy artifact locks Divine Sense and seals the god. With this, he can be more at ease.

"You follow me again, I will take you to a place—"

Tu Xiansheng said to Mo Hua, extending a pale finger to point. A blood pattern flashed, and after opening the dungeon door, he turned and left.

Mo Hua's face was pale. He hesitated for a moment, eventually sighing and helplessly following Tu Xiansheng.

Leaving the Great Desolate Prison, they walked along the stairs, all the way to the evil god's great temple, continuing to walk forward.

Along the way, Mo Hua still hadn't given up and asked in a low voice,

"Mr. Tu, what exactly did you give me to wear?"

"What is this white bone tight hoop used for?"

"Where are you taking me?"

But Tu Xiansheng's thin, elongated body, like a monster, walked forward all the way without saying a word.

Mo Hua sensibly shut his mouth, then resigned himself to sighing.

His whole person was like a deflated balloon, no longer able to be arrogant.

Just like that, the two of them kept walking forward, passing by various bone and flesh beams, monster and demon reliefs, stepping onto cold and stern stairs, constantly ascending, walking higher and higher, the surroundings becoming more and more阴 cold, the god temple in their eyes becoming more magnificent, the evil god's image more huge and terrifying, and the various monster demons and evil cultivators beneath the temple becoming more tiny like ants...

Finally, Mo Hua followed Tu Xiansheng into a great hall at the top of the temple.

The great hall was towering and stern, its doors tightly closed.

Above the hall door, a huge white bone sheep's head image, its empty pupils looking down at the tiny Mo Hua.

Mo Hua only glanced briefly at the sheep's head, but Tu Xiansheng in front of him was extremely respectful.

He first bowed to the white bone sheep's head image, silently chanting something in his mouth, and then stretched out his hand to push open the great door.

The huge hall doors slowly opened.

A gust of阴 wind, a thick smell of blood, surged out from inside the hall, accompanied by the sound of noisy struggles and roars.

Mo Hua lifted his eyes and glanced, his pupils slightly trembling.

Inside this great hall, there were actually many people sitting densely, and without exception, they were all demonic cultivators with profound cultivation, surrounded by bloody light and permeated with demonic energy, their cultivation at least above Golden Core.

A word that had not been seen for a long time suddenly popped out of Mo Hua's mind:

Myriad Demon Gathering.

Mo Hua's gaze condensed slightly.

"This is unexpectedly... the Myriad Demon Gathering."

In the rules of demonic paths, a large assembly where many demonic cultivators with profound cultivation and who kill people like麻 gather to discuss matters for a certain purpose is called a "Myriad Demon Gathering."

The Myriad Demon Gathering carries extreme weight. Now that the demonic path is in decline, without a shocking major event, it is fundamentally impossible to gather so many demonic cultivators.

And Mo Hua had also participated in a Myriad Demon Gathering once.

In the boundary of Da Li Mountain State, outside Li State City, at Deadwood Cliff, in the illusion array-replaced demonic hall.

His Martial Uncle, the Strange Daoist, once brought him to participate in a "Myriad Demon Gathering" to discuss how to encircle his master.

He didn't expect that now, this Tu Xiansheng would also bring him to this desolate and desolate blood sacrifice great array, to the "Myriad Demon Gathering" of demonic cultivators.

This situation and scene felt very familiar.

Mo Hua suddenly felt as if he had returned to the world.

But now, Martial Uncle was not here, and he was by himself.