Immortality Through Array Formations-Chapter 1008 - 653 Divine Position (Extra for Alliance

Chapter 1008 -653: Divine Position (Extra for Alliance Leader Rain Tomb)

Chapter 1008 -653: Divine Position (Extra for Alliance Leader Rain Tomb)

The altar was ancient and majestic, with a hint of sinister charm.

A jade stone path led straight to the altar.

On either side of the path, two rows of demon monster statues knelt, their faces ugly yet filled with piety.

But the top of the altar was empty…

There were no candlesticks, no lamps, no sacrificial offerings, and no objects of worship.

There was just a richly ornate offering table.

On the offering table, there was an altar, also empty of anything.

It was unclear whether the altar had not been completed, with nothing placed upon it for worship.

Or perhaps Fire Buddha knew his scheme had been exposed, so he had taken the offerings early, destroyed the tribute, and covered his tracks.

“This Fire Buddha… is too cautious…” Mo Hua murmured.

“Too stingy as well…” He searched around and found that only the immovable Fake Mountain and the demon monster statues were left, and that everything else was gone.

Spotlessly clean, as if licked by a dog…

Mo Hua felt somewhat deflated.

This Fire Buddha was really cheap, leaving not a single thing for him…

No Spirit Stones, no Spiritual Artifacts, no volumes on the Meteor Fire Skill.

Not even “food”…

He had stolen a lonely heist.

Mo Hua sighed.

There was nothing to steal from such a large altar…

“What to do next?”

Going back felt unsatisfactory.

Mo Hua frowned.

Then he turned his head to look at the altar again.

The altar felt very familiar to him.

He circled the altar twice and, as if possessed, leapt onto it and regally seated himself on the offering table.

In a trance, an ancient and sacred significance seemed to descend upon him.

A faint golden light flashed in Mo Hua’s eyes, unnoticed by anyone.

The altar was resplendent and dignified.

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The small figure of Mo Hua sat on it.

Before him was a jade stone path, flanked by fierce demon monsters bowed in submission.

The Bronze Maze, the Barbaric Wilderness Formation.

A riddle within a riddle, a formation within a formation, countless Divine Way mysteries converged right in the center of the altar, “offering” Mo Hua’s revered position.

Mo Hua blinked in confusion.

He felt that his Divine Sense had somehow changed.

But he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was different…

Mo Hua looked down.

This altar, clearly belonging to someone else, now seemed to have been built for him.

He sat on the offering table, feeling very at ease.

His Divine Sense was relaxed, and he even had a craving for sacrificial offerings…

“Sacrificial offerings…”

Mo Hua looked around.

Nothing…

Not a single sacrificial offering.

The top of the altar was barren, devoid of anything.

Mo Hua sighed again.

He was hungry, but there was nothing to eat.

Suddenly, he could sympathize with his “good friend,” Lord Yellow Mountain, lonely and downcast in the ruined temple on Mount Luopo, with no incense or worship, drinking rainwater leaking from the roof and eating stale buns from who knows where.

“When I’m free, I should bring some wine and meat to visit the Mountain Lord in the ruined temple…” He thought about Lord Yellow Mountain, the Downcast Mountain God who received no visitors. It seemed so pitiful.

Mo Hua thought about Lord Yellow Mountain without considering whether Lord Yellow Mountain wanted to see him or not.

“Since there are no sacrificial offerings on the altar, let’s just leave it at that…” Mo Hua didn’t feel it was appropriate to stay seated for long, so he got up and jumped off of the altar.

But as he did, Mo Hua suddenly froze.

“Sacrificial offerings…”

Why was he thinking about sacrificial offerings?

And moreover…

What would his sacrificial offerings be?

He looked at the two rows of bowed demon monster statues and then turned back to the empty offering table, his expression deep in thought for a moment, before being startled by his own ideas.

Mo Hua quickly shook his head, tucking away those impolite thoughts.

Now, the most important thing was the Fire Buddha’s Meteor Fire Skill!

If he did not steal it now, this powerful Forbidden Technique might remain forever out of his reach.

His purpose of improving the Forbidden Technique would be lost.

“Where exactly is the secret manual for the Meteor Fire Skill…”

Mo Hua tried to apply the Heavenly secret Tricky Calculation, merging it with the Heavenly secret Calculation, to deduce the altar.

But the altar seemed to hold some ancient breath that obscured the Heavenly secret of cause and effect, and Mo Hua couldn’t divine anything.

“Heavenly secret Calculation is not effective…”

Mo Hua felt a tinge of regret and then immediately realized it wasn’t that Heavenly secret Calculation wasn’t effective, but perhaps his own abilities were insufficient.

He couldn’t deduce the causality of the Meteor Fire Skill.

Yet, Mo Hua had an intuition that the Meteor Fire Skill was indeed hidden in the altar.

“Where could it be hidden?”

Mo Hua frowned.

He jumped back onto the altar and began to check carefully, from the corners, the edges, the rims, all the way to the offering table itself.

Mo Hua checked everything, but there was not a trace of a Formation.

Just then, Mo Hua heard a “boom” from outside.

It seemed that in the great hall, something shocking had happened.

Mo Hua was stunned.

“Has the battle been decided?”

“Or have Fire Buddha and his allies set another ambush?”

As Mo Hua pondered, the entrance to the altar opened, and then a strong, scorching aura of Spiritual Power emanated.

This aura was filled with Evil Qi.

Mo Hua’s expression changed.

Fire Buddha!

He had come back!

Mo Hua immediately employed the Five Elements Stealth Technique and skillfully rolled behind the altar, climbing onto the head of one of the large demon monster statues to obscure his form.

In just a moment, a kasaya-clad, pale-faced Fire Buddha returned with his arms covered in bloodstains torn by Wind Blades.

His aura was much weaker, and his two flaming hearts seemed somewhat spent.

“Damn Gu Changhuai!”

“Sooner or later, I’ll flay your skin, burn your blood dry, turn your flesh to ash, and vent the hatred in my heart!”

“Damn it…”

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