Immortality Through Array Formations

The Zhang Family zombie disciple, as soon as it entered Mo Hua's Sea of Consciousness, was shocked:

"What profound Divine Sense!"

"Innate Supplement!"

Its voice was hoarse and thick, with a bit of air leaking through.

Like a living person corrupted into a corpse.

Then, it couldn't wait any longer and opened its ghastly wide mouth to fiercely suck in a mouthful of the abundant Divine Sense in the Sea of Consciousness.

As the Divine Sense entered, the zombie disciple's eyes shone with excitement.

Pure, rich, and delicious.

This was the taste of top-quality Divine Sense!

The zombie cackled madly.

It couldn't help but indulge ravenously, suddenly consuming with vigor.

As it devoured more Divine Sense, its body gradually became robust, and its stature grew taller by a few inches.

As the zombie absorbed the Divine Sense, Mo Hua's Sea of Consciousness also felt a faint pain.

"Is this what it feels like to have your Divine Sense eaten?"

Mo Hua, concealed to the side, watching the zombie, silently said to himself.

There was some pain, a bit of discomfort, but it was quite subtle.

If you weren't paying attention, you indeed wouldn't notice.

Even if you weren't witnessing it firsthand, you most likely wouldn't believe it.

One would only think they were mentally drained, lacking in energy, their spirit scattered, their mood depressed, with many troubles and evil desires lingering in their heart.

One would never think that their Divine Sense was being nibbled away by an evil being.

Mo Hua nodded to himself, remembering this feeling.

"In the future, I must be careful to guard against this!"

The human heart is immeasurable and deceptive, and I may not always be able to detect every change in the Divine Sense.

Therefore, I must step by step familiarize myself with the various signs of changes in the Sea of Consciousness, guard against the insignificant to prevent greater issues and eliminate unknown threats within the Divine Sense.

So that in the future, no evil spirit can stealthily consume my Divine Sense without my knowledge.

Besides this, Mo Hua also verified something else.

That is, the Concealment Technique can be effective within the Sea of Consciousness.

At least this zombie didn't discover him.

Mo Hua slightly furrowed his brows.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

But what exactly is this zombie? Is it a person, or is it a zombie?

After observing for a while, Mo Hua had a growing speculation.

This zombie disciple must also be an ancestor of the Zhang Family.

The Zhang Family had practiced Corpse Refinement for generations, their Divine Thoughts merging with the zombie; in their self-awareness, they were both human and corpse. Hence, after death, when the Divine Thoughts were sealed in the painting, it manifested as a zombie.

However, whether it's human or a corpse, Mo Hua had no intention of letting it go.

Mo Hua, concealing his presence, held the Thousand-Jun Stick in his hand and quietly approached the zombie disciple from behind.

This zombie, mouth agape, was feasting merrily.

It had no idea that every move it made was being watched by someone else.

It was also completely oblivious to the impending danger.

As Mo Hua approached the zombie from behind, he lifted the Thousand-Jun Stick high, and with all his strength in both hands, he smashed down fiercely!

"How dare you steal my Divine Sense!"

This blow, immensely powerful, caused the zombie disciple's scalp to deform, and its form to become somewhat ethereal.

The increase in height from consuming Divine Sense was reversed by the stick's blow, shrinking back.

After the strike, Mo Hua was also somewhat surprised.

He hadn't expected his blow with the Thousand-Jun Stick to be so powerful.

And the zombie disciple, with its scalp numbing and heart aching, took a while to recover. Furious, it turned its head and saw behind it stood a small cultivator with handsome eyebrows and bright lips and white teeth.

The zombie disciple was stunned.

Then, it widened its eyes as if seeing a "ghost."

"No way! How can there be someone here?!"

Mo Hua kept a straight face, his expression somewhat dangerous:

"You sneak into my Sea of Consciousness to steal, and you ask how there can be someone? Is my Divine Sense that delicious? I..."

Mo Hua wanted to make a few more threats.

But before he could finish, seeing the danger, the zombie disciple turned tail and ran.

Its ugly face was filled with panic.

As soon as it saw Mo Hua, it knew it was no match.

This small cultivator was young and petite, but his form was crystal clear, and his aura was deep and unfathomable.

This was a sign of an incredibly powerful Divine Sense.

Moreover, it had just taken a hit from the Thousand-Jun Stick.

The power of that stick left it apprehensive.

The more powerful the strike, the stronger the Divine Thought.

The zombie disciple was filled with fear.

If the Divine Sense had not manifested, it could continue to steal. But once manifested, with such a disparity in Divine Sense, it had to flee or perish right there.

The zombie attempted to escape from Mo Hua's Sea of Consciousness.

Mo Hua certainly wouldn't let it get away, he stretched out his small hand, and with a backhand gesture, the materialized Spiritual Power condensed into the Water Prison Technique.

Divine Thought shackles appeared out of nowhere, binding the zombie firmly in place.

The zombie disciple struggled desperately to break free, but it simply couldn't.

Its face was full of terror as it said in disbelief,

"A spell?"

How could this be?

Divine Thought can actually use spells?

The old ancestor never mentioned this...

Mo Hua leisurely walked up to it.

The zombie knelt on the ground, pleading in panic, "Junior, please spare my life!"

Mo Hua said, "Spare your life? So that you can go harm others again?"

The zombie disciple swore, "Junior can rest assured, from now on, I will stick to my duty and never harm anyone!"

Mo Hua asked with doubt, "You are a zombie, right? Isn't it your duty to harm people? If you stick to your duty, how could you possibly not harm people?"

The zombie disciple was taken aback and, seeing the playful expression on Mo Hua's face, knew that this little cultivator would never believe its deceit, and said furiously,

"The old ancestor won't let you off!"

Mo Hua's eyes flickered, and with a smile that was not quite a smile, he said,

"Do you think... I will let your old ancestor go?"

The zombie disciple was shocked and pale.

This youngster, was actually, aiming at its esteemed ancestor?

How dare he?

And then, a chill went down the spine of the zombie disciple.

This youngster's Divine Sense was domineering, full of tricks, unpredictable, and could even use spells; with a prepared mind against an unprepared one, the ancestor might be in danger...

The zombie disciple felt both shock and rage.

"No, I must inform the old ancestor, otherwise he will be in peril!"

The face of the zombie disciple suddenly turned ferocious, it bit off one of its own fingers and swallowed it, and then its body began to swell, a malicious aura growing around it, and in a flash, it turned into a green-skinned corpse.

Just like Zhang Quan when he took the Corpse Blood Pill.

"I'll risk my old life to struggle against this little cultivator, then take the opportunity to escape and report to the ancestor. Even if I'm severely weakened and maimed afterward, the ancestor, appreciating my loyalty, will surely protect me."

The zombie disciple thought to itself.

Then, it mustered all its strength to break free from the Water Prison Technique and pounced fiercely towards Mo Hua.

Mo Hua's expression remained unchanged as he lightly raised his hand, and a Fireball Technique began to form.

The fireball was bright red and scorching hot, a false fire condensed by the Divine Sense, yet it looked incredibly real.

At the thought of Mo Hua, the fireball suddenly shot out and struck the transformed zombie's chest.

In a burst of fiery light, before the zombie disciple could reach Mo Hua or exchange even a single round, it was directly hit back into its original form by the Fireball Technique.

It deflated like a punctured balloon, reverted from its transformation, its body caught flame, and it writhed on the ground in agonizing screams.

It was as if real fire was burning on its body.

Spreading along with the pain was boundless despair.

It never expected that this little cultivator's Divine Sense would be so powerful.

The displayed Fireball Technique had such a terrifying potency...

Mo Hua also furrowed his brow, wondering,

"Why am I so strong?"

He pondered for a moment and gradually understood.

In reality, he was in the Qi Refinement stage.

But in the Sea of Consciousness, he was at the Foundation Establishment stage.

This zombie disciple was just an ordinary Walking Corpse, which to him amounted to Qi Refinement level.

He was now using Foundation Establishment level abilities to fight Qi Refinement.

It was like "the big" bullying "the small".

Mo Hua's back straightened up instantly.

"No wonder, I thought to myself why I suddenly became so powerful!"

For Foundation Establishment to win against Qi Refinement was only to be expected.

Mo Hua was pleased for a while, but then felt somewhat unenthused.

This zombie disciple was too weak, failing to bring out his full strength.

It seemed that he would have to pick out some of Zhang Family's ancestors with stronger abilities to practice his skills.

One step at a time, he would progressively advance.

Once he mastered his manifested techniques and fully grasped the Zhang Family zombies' methods, he would then make his move on Zhang Quan's old ancestor.

In that way, it would be entirely foolproof.

Zhang Quan's old ancestor had the highest Cultivation and the strongest evil thoughts, certainly a formidable zombie.

And having lived for so long, it surely had many plots up its sleeve.

Acting against it now still carried some risk.

Moreover, it had so many "disciples and grandchildren"; one could hardly fight off many with two fists, and if a group of zombies invaded the Sea of Consciousness, Mo Hua wouldn't be able to cope.

One must eat one bite at a time.

Having made up his mind, Mo Hua decided to "eat" his first "bite".

This zombie disciple was already useless.

Mo Hua planned to make use of it to the fullest.

He launched a few more Fireball Techniques and directly blasted the zombie into ash.

The ash dispersed, the form and thoughts of the zombie extinguished, turning into gray strands of Divine Thought.

Mo Hua opened his mouth slightly and swallowed them all.

This zombie, which had wanted to devour Mo Hua's Divine Sense, ended up being "eaten" by Mo Hua instead.

Its malignant thoughts also bolstered Mo Hua's Divine Sense.