The Quest for Immortality

Yang Jiyong was shocked by what he heard and immediately grabbed Mo Hua, his voice trembling:

”Such words...mustn’t be spoken carelessly.”

If the Great Wilderness Sect were truly rebelling, it wouldn’t be too surprising.

However, if the Great Wilderness Sect hadn’t rebelled, and Mo Hua said such things, once it spread, it would be slanderous rumors against the Taoist Court’s directly affiliated sects, undermining military morale, a grave crime indeed.

Furthermore, how could the Great Wilderness Sect dare to rebel?

The influence of the Taoist Court was truly enormous; if the Great Wilderness Sect rebelled, would they not be courting death?

Mo Hua shook his head and said, ”I am not entirely sure about the specifics, but the Great Wilderness Sect should be rebelling, and very likely, they will launch a military coup tonight...”

Otherwise, the death sign would not appear on Yang Jiyong’s forehead.

Yang Jiyong furrowed his brows and cast a deep glance at Mo Hua.

In his impression, Mo Hua would never lie, yet believing such a claim was difficult for him.

Suddenly claiming the Great Wilderness Sect is going to stage a coup.

And coincidentally, it is to happen tonight.

However, Mo Hua’s expression was incredibly grave.

Time was pressing, and Yang Jiyong found it difficult to make a decision, so he said, ”Come with me, let’s go talk to my brother.”

This matter was beyond his authority.

Mo Hua nodded.

Yang Jiyong then led Mo Hua to Yang Jishan’s tent.

Yang Jishan was handling military affairs and was initially shocked and frightened upon hearing Yang Jiyong’s words, looking incredulously at Mo Hua:

”Is it true?”

Mo Hua nodded, ”There is a considerable likelihood.”

Yang Jishan frowned, ”How did you...know?”

”I...” Mo Hua paused for a moment, deciding it was better to divulge a bit of a secret, and said, ”I have learned a little of the Heavenly Mechanism Causality Skill.”

”Heavenly Mechanism Causality?”

Yang Jishan’s expression changed dramatically, and Yang Jiyong’s countenance was even more shaken.

Heavenly Mechanism Causality, this kind of mysterious and elusive, nearly extinct legacy, is not something ordinary cultivators can come into contact with or learn.

Even in the Yang Family, high-level cultivators knowledgeable in the Causality Skill are few and far between.

And these cultivators all have a cultivation age of several hundred years, having weathered vicissitudes, only with accumulated cultivation experiences can they comprehend traces of the heavenly secret, and gain insight into causality.

Mo Hua, a youth in his twenties, where did he get his experience, and where did he learn causality?

Yang Jiyong looked bewildered.

Yang Jishan was similarly not quite convinced.

Mo Hua then said, ”I truly can.”

Yang Jishan pondered for a moment, shook his head, ”Even if you truly know causality, but...”

Yang Jishan paused slightly and nonetheless spoke frankly: ”In fact, what most cultivators don’t know is, before the Taoist Court stages a major military campaign, there are always masters who will first divine the heavenly secret. Even at this moment, among the high-ranking military, there are Feather Transformation Realm strategists who understand causality...”

After Yang Jishan finished speaking, his gaze scrutinized Mo Hua.

The implication being, you are not the only one who knows the Causality Skill, the high-ranking officials of the Taoist Soldiers Court, Feather Transformation Realm strategists also know it.

Regarding the coup, these Feather Transformation Realm strategists did not deduce any causality.

But you, a little cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Realm, managed to uncover it?

Mo Hua was taken aback.

This matter was indeed beyond his expectations.

Indeed, in the vast cultivation world, geniuses are abundant. Many advanced skills are not exclusive to him alone.

But the problem is, he indeed deduced a bad omen.

Then why were the Feather Transformation Realm strategists unresponsive?

Did he deduce wrongly?

Mo Hua glanced at Yang Jishan and noticed that Yang Jishan’s forehead also faintly appeared gray, which is another sign of imminent danger.

However, Yang Jishan, being a Golden Core Commander, with his high cultivation, had a better chance of survival, thus his death sign was less pronounced than Yang Jiyong’s.

Yet even so, as time passed, the death sign on Yang Jishan’s forehead continued to deepen.

It can’t be wrong!

Mo Hua’s heart tightened suddenly, his gaze exceedingly solemn, he said to Yang Jishan:

”I do not know the overall situation of the Taoist soldiers, but Leader Yang, you and Brother Yang, both face mortal danger, must, must, find ways to save yourselves!”

When it’s time for someone to die, they will surely die.

At this moment, if one does not contemplate self-preservation, it becomes even harder to reverse fate.

Mo Hua was genuinely afraid that Yang Jishan and Yang Jiyong would follow the path of Elder Ji and Steward Wang in Little Post City, dying amid the coup.

Yang Jishan furrowed his brows deeply.

He could see that Mo Hua was genuinely concerned for his life and death, and very sincerely without falsehood.

But this matter...

Yang Jishan looked at Mo Hua and was startled.

He noticed that when Mo Hua was serious, his aura differed greatly from before.

Previously, Mo Hua seemed like a clear-eyed, cheerful and friendly youth.

But now in the dark, as Mo Hua spoke the heavenly secret, the aura emanating from him was profound and weighty, his eyes still emitted an unfathomable depth, within his gaze, causality circulated.

Yang Jiyong’s heart trembled.

This kind of aura, he had only seen among some family high-rankings who strategized.

This little brother, who exactly is he...

Yang Jiyong’s thoughts returned to South Yue City, yet after a long time, he still had no clues.

His former memories seemed to be shrouded in mist, preventing peering, not a hint or clue at all.

Just at this moment, the winds howled from Fengbo Ridge.

The chilling wind pierced through the tents, causing the lights to flicker.

The fiery glow illuminated Mo Hua’s face, resembling flowing blood.

Outside the tents, Fengbo Ridge was rugged and strange, like a walking corpse or specter.

This scene entered his sight, making Yang Jishan’s heart quake violently.

The mist of the heavenly secret dissipated for a moment.

A vivid image suddenly floated into his mind.

The sky was shrouded in blood, everywhere were zombies, like corpse ghosts of hell, their roars echoing, shaking the heavens and earth.

And among the countless corpses, there was one fierce king, tall and majestic, exuding a terrifying violent aura.