Chapter 478: Dao Name

In the Wànshī Tán, blood patterns were everywhere, there were thousands of coffins, the candlelight was dim, and it was vast and deadly silent.

There was not a single person.

Except for Mo Hua.

Mo Hua controlled the small zombie to close the gate. After that, the wall painting behind twisted for a while and sealed the way back.

Mo Hua nodded.

This Língzhú Array is truly worthy of being an absolute array, much more practical than I had imagined.

Afterwards, he began to examine the altar.

During the day, with Lù Chéngyún and Zhāng Quán there, Mo Hua didn't feel anything.

At this time, late at night, coming alone, he felt that this altar, although golden and magnificent, was much more gloomy and evil, not to mention these coffins all over the ground and the zombies in the coffins.

Mo Hua couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

He calmed his mood and began to do things one by one according to his plan.

First, he needed to research the Wànshī Array.

Although the array eye of the Wànshī Array was designed by him, the array eye only connected with the array pivot, allowing spiritual power to circulate.

Mo Hua did not know the full appearance of the entire array clearly.

This Wànshī Array was Lù Chéngyún's painstaking effort for so many years.

During the day, he didn't have an opportunity to look carefully, to avoid offending Lù Chéngyún's taboo.

Moreover, according to Mo Hua's understanding of arrays, this Wànshī Array was very likely not just a complex array, but an evil path great array!

Mo Hua used the Guòshuǐ Step, attached spiritual power to his feet, walked along the wall to the roof, hanging upside down with his small head, looking down.

From a high position, the entire array was then all in view.

With the array eye as the heart pulse, the array pivot as the skeleton, and the array patterns as the flesh and blood.

Front and back echoed, beginning and end connected.

Indeed, it was a complete, grand-scale array.

Mo Hua recorded the overall array pattern in his mind, then walked down and began to look at the array patterns in detail, little by little.

These array patterns were evil patterns on the surface.

But stripping away their essence, they were still the application of the array principles of the five elements: earth, wood, water, etc.

Earth system arrays fused with corpse flesh;

Water system arrays were mixed with blood water.

Then, with some sinister poisonous grass and wood juice, he constructed a wood system array, harmonized blood and flesh, and formed the array patterns of the evil array.

Human blood and flesh inherently had an affinity for spiritual power.

So evil arrays often used human blood as ink and human flesh as a medium, which could enhance the array effect and also lower the array difficulty.

Although the threshold was lowered, the understanding of the great dao principles contained within was shallow.

Mo Hua shook his head.

Such opportunism, abandoning fundamentals for ends, could not ascend the array great dao.

However, for the sake of knowing oneself and the enemy, Mo Hua still viewed and sorted out all the array patterns from beginning to end.

After sorting, he combined it with the array pivot and the array eye he had constructed, slightly derived and calculated, and smoothed out the spiritual power and evil power operation logic of the array.

A complete diagram of the Wànshī Array was then presented in Mo Hua's sea of consciousness.

Mo Hua recorded this array diagram from his sea of consciousness onto paper, then lowered his head to look carefully, silently pondering.

After a moment, he sighed:

“It really is the prototype of a great array...”

And not that kind of crude great array that was purely for numbers.

But a kind of evil path great array that had gone through several generations of iteration, with complete array patterns, concise array pivots, thick array eye power, and obviously carrying the mark of inheritance.

“Wànshī Evil Path Great Array...”

Mo Hua frowned.

“Where exactly did Lù Chéngyún get the array diagram from?”

“Could it be that the Lù family, or this corpse mine, still has a demonic cultivator proficient in demonic path arrays, originating from an orthodox demonic sect?”

But he had been very familiar with the corpse mine these days.

He had never seen such a cultivator, not even a trace had been discovered.

“Could it be that some demonic path evildoer temporarily encountered Lù Chéngyún and gave it to him?”

Demonic path evildoer...

Mo Hua again thought of the strange Daoist whom Mr. Zhuang said could not be looked at, mentioned, and it was best not to even think about.

“It wouldn't be such a coincidence, right...”

Mo Hua muttered.

If it was, then...

That Daoist had passed the Qián family ancestor the evil pill recipe for turning life into essence, and then passed Lù Chéngyún the Wànshī Evil Path Great Array diagram. It was estimated that in other places, he had also passed some demonic path taboo methods to some cultivators with improper heart techniques...

What was he plotting?

To manufacture Dao karma?

Could this heaven and earth disaster karma, Dao karma, really be "mass-produced" artificially?

Or perhaps, this Daoist had other deeper intentions?

Mo Hua frowned and pondered bitterly.

Thinking and thinking, he became somewhat absorbed.

Suddenly, an extremely ice-cold and terrifying chill surged up to his heart.

In Mo Hua's heart, an outline of a Daoist vaguely emerged.

The Daoist's outline was like pitch-black ink.

Around the body were withered black lines.

But these lines gradually solidified, outlining and forming.

The Daoist's face also gradually cleared. A pair of eyes slowly opened, profound and empty, and little by little they looked towards Mo Hua.

Mo Hua didn't know who he was, but in an instant, he knew the Daoist's Dao title:

“Strange Daoist!”

The half-ghost, half-strange seeking Dao person.

Mo Hua was greatly shocked and hurriedly calmed his heart and meditated, discarding all thoughts.

But the more he didn't want to think, the more he thought involuntarily.

Even the three words "Strange Daoist" almost blurted out several times.

Mo Hua had a feeling that once he chanted out the three words "Strange Daoist," he would be discovered by this Daoist immediately.

“Cannot chant, cannot chant!”

Mo Hua kept warning himself.

And while he was strongly suppressing his mind, his mouth and teeth suddenly did not listen to commands and chanted out the first word "Strange"...

The Daoist's empty eyes suddenly had spirit, and he silently turned his head, his eyes looking, just about to condense his gaze on Mo Hua.

Mo Hua's heart chilled. In an emergency, wisdom was born. He hurriedly pinched his own cheek.

Two finger marks were pinched onto his fair small face.

Mo Hua felt pain, "Hiss" sounded, and finally, he didn't chant out the three words "Strange Daoist."

With the title not chanted out, Mo Hua had a moment to breathe.

What should he do?

Mo Hua was inspired. He hurriedly took out spiritual ink again, dipped his finger in the ink, communicated with the great earth Dao essence with his divine sense, and began to draw the thick earth array on the ground.

Once he started drawing the array, his divine sense became concentrated and would not think randomly anymore.

He would certainly not think of chanting any title.

And the communicated great Dao essence also occupied Mo Hua's mind.

A trace of ancient and simple intent spread out, gradually covering the strange Daoist's aura...

At the same time, below a cliff overgrown with withered woods.

The cross-legged "Sun Yi" opened his eyes.

He was dirty and messy on his body, wearing a dirty, ragged, dead person's Dao robe. His gaze was pitch black and empty, and his voice was hoarse and sticky:

“Who...”

“...wants to chant my title?”

“So familiar...”

He closed his eyes to perceive, then suddenly opened both eyes again. His empty gaze revealed a hint of doubt:

“Great earth Dao essence?”

“Earth sect disciple?”

“How could...”

In the small barren state boundary, where would an Earth sect disciple come from, and how would he chant his title?

“Not right...”

"Sun Yi" stretched out his right hand. Several fingers on his right hand were broken, and it was strangely shaped. He pinched them together, not knowing what he was calculating.

Some causes and effects were also linked up:

“Great earth Dao essence...”

“Thick earth array...”

“There is a cultivator...”

“Array master...”

“Short body...” No... very young?”

The cause and effect stopped here.

It was unclear and indistinct.

Blood tears flowed from "Sun Yi"'s eyes. His sparse hair gradually turned white, his sea of consciousness trembled, and his remaining divine sense tried desperately to derive and calculate:

“If there is no Dao essence covering, after three breaths, this person will surely chant my title...”

“Then go remove the Dao essence's covering...”

"Sun Yi"'s eyes gushed blood like a spring. His gray-white hair fell out strand by strand, and his appearance visibly aged, as if after his divine sense was exhausted, he used his life force to make up for the insufficiency of the derivation force.

His mouth counted numbers:

“One...”

“Two...”

“Three...”

Three breaths had already passed. In his derived future, indeed someone, uncontrollably, chanted his title:

“Strange Daoist!”

The voice chanting his title was clear and pleasant.

"Sun Yi" was slightly stunned, an unexpected expression on his face. “Is it a child?”

Why would a child chant his title?

Exactly what kind of person?

And what origin do they have with me?

Sun Yi listened carefully again, but found that this voice had changed.

From a child's voice, it gradually cleared and became a youth's voice, then gradually thickened and became a middle-aged voice.

Finally, it became a voice that he was extremely familiar with and missed.

This voice was clear and elegant.

The three words "Strange Daoist" also became two words:

“Senior brother.”

Sun Yi opened his eyes. In a trance, he saw a clear and outstanding cultivator with outstanding demeanor looking at him.

His gaze was clear, gentle, and a hard-to-grasp smile was on the corners of his mouth.

It was indeed Mr. Zhuang.

After a moment, everything dissipated like clouds and smoke.

"Sun Yi" could no longer remember who had chanted his title.

He only remembered this one "Senior brother."

He pinched his fingers to calculate again and found that the sea of consciousness of this body shell had already cracked, his divine sense had dried up, and the hair on his head had all fallen off...

He could no longer calculate...

"Sun Yi" sat dry for a long time, with a strange expression, muttering to himself:

“My good junior brother... what exactly are you hiding?”

“Fallen to this state, what else is there worth you hiding?”

The mountain forest was withered and silent, and no one answered.

“Forget it...”

"Sun Yi" tremblingly stood up, wrapped in the dead person's Dao robe, and walked towards the mountain forest with uneven steps...

“Wait until I find you, then everything will be known...”

Sorry, it was delayed.

A bit tired...

There should still be one chapter later.

(End of this chapter)