The Quest for Immortality

Not only Mr. Hui, but others were also affected.

The scorching fire rain surged and attacked others as well.

A layer of earth and stone condensed on Shi Tou’s body, Hao Zi dodged in an eerie manner, and those several people in black employed various means to fend off the continuous firelight.

This is a Third Grade fire rain, very powerful.

Mo Hua was aware early on, knowing he couldn’t resist, so he hid behind those two tall black-robed cultivators.

The two black-robed cultivators remained immovable in the fire rain, like two small mountains.

When the fire rain stopped and the smoke dispersed, Mo Hua finally poked his head out.

In front of the corridor, Mr. Hui and the few others hit by the fire rain looked somewhat embarrassed.

The robes of the four black-robed cultivators also had some burnt spots.

Mr. Hui withdrew his earth shield and took a deep breath, clearly dealing with this fire rain wasn’t easy at all.

Yet on his face, instead of fear, there was joy, ”With tomb mechanisms, the path must be right.”

Mr. Hui turned around and instructed, ”Everyone be careful and keep moving forward.”

Afterwards, the group continued moving forward.

Along the way, they encountered poison gas, quicksand, stone burial, water miasma, blade formations, and other death traps repeatedly.

These tomb mechanisms were varied and appeared extremely dangerous, malicious, and insidious, hard to guard against.

But Mr. Hui and the others were experienced.

Tomb mechanisms were like everyday meals for these tomb robbers.

So being a bit cautious, they could handle it, though inevitably with some trepidation.

After walking for a while and experiencing various mechanisms, Mr. Hui frowned and said:

”Strange, the floor beneath, doesn’t seem unusual, how are these mechanisms triggered?”

Mr. Hui didn’t understand, but Mo Hua knew.

The mechanisms in this tomb path coordinated with the Earth Formation, controlled through the ”sense” of the Earth Formation, triggering as long as someone passed.

This transcends the general scope of tomb mechanical techniques, involving more advanced Earth Formation usage.

Mr. Hui’s ignorance is not surprising.

And understanding the formation, it’s actually not hard to disable these mechanisms.

But Mo Hua said nothing and did nothing.

A Formation Master must know how to keep secrets.

If only he understood formations, then regardless of what he did or said, what was right or wrong, only he would know.

If he wanted to kill, deceive, or rob, it all followed his intentions.

This was taught to him not long ago by Mr. Pi.

Mr. Pi, having mingled in the Cultivation World for so many years, was immensely experienced.

Mo Hua found his words very true.

Moreover, Mo Hua was curious as well, wanting to see what mechanisms the tomb contained, so if he encountered such killing moves alone in the future, he could be mentally prepared.

Thus, the group kept triggering mechanisms while proceeding deeper into the tomb path.

But after walking for a long time, they still didn’t see the end of the tomb path.

Moreover, the deeper they went, the narrower the tomb path became, with more diverging paths, walking unknowingly, they realized they didn’t know where they were anymore.

Mr. Hui had to stop and said solemnly:

”Incorrect... this path is also incorrect...”

”Then what now?” Hao Zi asked.

”Go back?”

The black-robed gentleman looked around, frowned, and said, ”With so many diverging paths, how to go back?”

The group hesitated for a moment, then unanimously looked at Mo Hua.

After all, among the group, only Mo Hua was a Formation Master.

At this moment, Mo Hua deeply understood why Mr. Pi always insisted on the principle ”one Formation Master” each time he went down a tomb.

Cultivators take cultivation as a foundation, but cultivation is just cultivation.

For most cultivators in the world, powerful cultivation only signifies killing power and destructive force.

But many problems cannot be solved solely by cultivation.

Formation Masters are different.

Formation Visualization embodies Heavenly Dao, encompassing all aspects.

Formation Masters are proficient in formations, enlightened in myriad truths, can solve many problems that ordinary cultivators cannot.

When anything arises, others all rely on you.

Mo Hua sighed, and pretended to have trouble taking out Mr. Pi’s Compass, then began determining directions based on formation flow.

A moment later, Mo Hua pointed to the left, ”Here.”

Everyone had no choice but to follow Mo Hua obediently.

Along the way, the forks gradually converged, encountering some triggered traps, indicating this was the way back.

Mr. Hui breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Mo Hua with even greater fervor.

After that, Mo Hua continued to discern the position via the formation, and walked for a while longer.

Just as they were about to exit the fork, Mo Hua’s expression suddenly changed, and he stopped.

”What’s wrong?” Mr. Hui asked.

Mo Hua’s face looked a bit unsightly, ”There’s something...”

Mr. Hui was taken aback and then instantly understood.

”Corpse creatures!”

Everyone’s heart tightened upon hearing this, and their expressions immediately turned vigilant.

Mo Hua quietly retreated to the back of the group.

In just a moment, deep in the dark fork, without a sound, a head suddenly appeared.

This head was deformed and ugly, its features distorted and indistinct, with a mouth split into three cracks like the jaws of ground worms.

At this moment, the head’s three-part mouth opened, revealing wriggling flesh teeth, resembling a carnivorous flower in dark red.

Mr. Hui felt nauseous at the sight.

The scene of being gnawed on the face by this corpse creature vividly came to mind, and the disgust was something he never wanted to experience again.

Mr. Hui drew his knife, intending to cut down the corpse creature.

But halfway through the swing, he suddenly stopped, his pupils trembled, and his face turned pale.

Before him, it wasn’t just one blooming ”carnivorous flower.”

But a whole cluster.

Flesh-red gums, sharp white fangs, blooming successively in the darkness, with a single glance, there were roughly over twenty.

Everyone’s expressions changed instantly.

”Retreat!” Mr. Hui shouted.

As soon as he spoke, those hideous, foul-smelling corpse creatures lunged at everyone’s heads with bloodthirsty mouths.

Mr. Hui slashed off one corpse creature’s arm with a knife.

Stone punched and sent a face-leaping corpse creature flying away.

The others also simultaneously unleashed knives, swords, and spells to slay or knock back the charging corpse creatures one by one.

But as long as the corpse creatures are not entirely dead, even a remnant of evil aura will make them continue to charge forward.

Everyone could only fight and retreat, moving back again into the fork road.

In the darkness, who knew how many corpse creatures were rushing forward like a tide, one after another?

Rotten flesh, blood, severed limbs, sword lights, blood lights, spells, mixed together.

The scene was chaotic to the extreme.

Mo Hua could only try his best to hide among the crowd, letting those with Golden Cores shield him from the ”corpse tide.”

But the forks were confusing, the pathways narrow, and with too many corpse creatures, the group was unknowingly scattered.

When Mo Hua used his movement technique to dodge several corpse creature attacks, then used the Fireball Technique to blast away a few face-leaping corpse creatures, he turned around only to find himself alone.

”Oh no, we’ve been separated?”

Mo Hua was startled in his heart.

Now was not the time to scatter; if they did, his Golden Core ”shield” would be gone.

”I need to regroup with them.” Mo Hua silently thought in his heart.

Fortunately, they hadn’t been separated for long, some corpse creatures had been slain, so he could barely sense the nearby people’s aura.

Mo Hua followed the aura, avoiding both corpse creatures and traps, walking for a moment before indeed spotting a person ahead.

It was the tomb robber known as ”Rat.”

Rat was maneuvering against several corpse creatures, his magic treasure seemed to be a shovel, capable of digging earth, but also slicing people.

After a dozen rounds, Rat had slain all the corpse creatures around him.

The surroundings calmed slightly, and Rat saw Mo Hua, then asked: ”Where are the others?”

Mo Hua shook his head, ”We need to find a way to regroup with them.”

”Okay.” Rat nodded.

So the two of them set out along the fork road, trying to find traces of the others.

But as they walked, Mo Hua felt a sudden shock in his heart and immediately jumped aside, narrowly avoiding a large coarse hand.

Mo Hua exclaimed, ”What are you doing?”

The one who had reached for him, was Rat.

Currently, Rat’s face appeared gloomy, his forehead tinged with blue, his narrow eyes fixed on Mo Hua, reaching to grab Mo Hua’s shoulder while croakily saying:

”Hand it over to me.”