Immortality Through Array Formations

This altar was more simply furnished.

Three dishes were offered on the podium.

One held hand bones, another foot bones, and the middle one cradled a skull.

Candles were also lit on the altar.

The candles were white, but the flame cast a sinister green light, and the wax flowed like tears, solidifying at the base of the podium after dripping.

Besides these, there were some strangely shaped utensils and a white coffin.

These arrangements looked very familiar to Mo Hua; they were almost identical to the altar in Corpse Walking Stronghold where Zhang Quan used people's Divine Sense as offerings to the Ancestral Master Picture.

Showing a "frightened" expression, Mo Hua asked,

"Family Head, this is...?"

"This is an altar," Lu Chengyun said.

Seeing Mo Hua's uneasy look, he smiled faintly and said,

"This Ancestral Master Picture is a bit special. It needs incense offerings to be made before Opening the Heavenly Eye to view its true form and comprehend the Dao Laws within to enhance one's Divine Sense."

Lu Chengyun pointed to the white coffin at the side and said,

"I've prepared the incense and the offerings..."

"Next, I will place the Contemplation Map."

"Before that, Little Gentleman only needs to lie in that coffin, let go of all burdens, disregard life and death, and then you will be able to contemplate the true essence of this map and improve your Divine Sense..."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Lu Chengyun spoke gently, his face wearing a soft smile, yet his gaze reflected the chilling green candlelight.

Mo Hua felt scared. "Is that... really true?"

Lu Chengyun's voice deepened, "Of course it's true..."

"But..." Mo Hua glanced at the coffin.

This coffin, similar in design to those in Corpse Stronghold, was crafted more delicately and was smaller.

It seemed to have been tailor-made for himself...

Mo Hua timidly said, "I, I don't want to go in there..."

Lu Chengyun's expression turned grim, his demeanor turning fierce as he commanded sternly:

"Go!"

Mo Hua jumped in fright.

Lu Chengyun's smile was dark, "Little Gentleman, don't let my kindness go to waste!"

Mo Hua's eyebrows furrowed tightly, and after much hesitation, she finally lay down slowly into the small coffin under Lu Chengyun's indifferent gaze.

Lu Chengyun laughed coldly, took out coffin nails, sealed the coffin, and then solemnly retrieved Zhang Quan's Ancestral Master Picture to respectfully offer it.

Incense smoke curled and candlelight flickered.

Lu Chengyun bowed and chanted:

"On this day we unveil the picture, offer incense with reverence..."

"...let white bones be the offering to the forefathers, and human consciousness the feast."

"Zhang Family Ancestral Master above, your junior Lu Chengyun pays homage!"

Mo Hua, lying in the coffin, immediately let out a cry of pain upon hearing this.

He remembered when Zhang Quan offered human sacrifices to the picture; the noises from within the coffin were just like this.

Not to mention the scratching at the coffin with fingernails, creating a harrowingly painful, desperately struggling sound of despair and torment.

But Mo Hua was afraid of pain...

And his little hands probably wouldn't make much noise anyway.

After thinking it over, Mo Hua let out Little Tiger, asking it to scratch the coffin lid in his place.

With Little Tiger's paws fluttering about, the coffin indeed began to produce a heart-wrenching "squeak squeak yaya" sound.

Mo Hua also shouted to go along with it:

"It hurts so much!"

"Ah!"

"Such pain! Let me out!"

...

Lu Chengyun was unperturbed.

After a while of shouting, the coffin became quiet, without any further sound.

Lu Chengyun stood for a long time, then sighed with regret, saying,

"Such great talent, truly a pity. The Cultivation World is perilous, and even prodigies can perish young..."

Lu Chengyun shook his head and left the altar. Continue your adventure at empire

Mo Hua lay quietly in the little coffin, and seeing Lu Chengyun leave, he patted his chest softly, slightly relieved.

Then he thought about the Ancestral Master Picture being presented on the altar above him at that moment, and couldn't help licking his lips, murmuring to himself,

"Is he using me to feed the picture, or is he using the picture to feed me?"