"Golden Core Formation..."
It was as though, after a long journey of ten thousand miles, he had finally seen the dawn amid the tedious and agonizing search.
Mo Hua could not help clenching his fair, jade-like hand.
"Finally..."
"I can begin refining my own Natal Array and forging my own Golden Core..."
Mo Hua's expression was resolute, his gaze unwavering.
Afterward, he looked around.
The array techniques he had previously laid down, like a net over heaven and earth, were all still in place, and the surroundings remained quiet.
Yet when Mo Hua's Divine Consciousness probed beyond the Secret Chamber, his expression shifted slightly in surprise.
After pondering for a moment, Mo Hua did not rashly rise. Instead, he first spent some time meditating, harmonizing his body and mind and calming his spirit. Only then did he end his secluded cultivation, push open the doors, and walk outside.
Beyond the doors, Lugu, Danzhu, and the others wore cold expressions. Like a wall of people, they had formed a defensive formation around the entire Shaman Secret Chamber. Opposite Lugu and Danzhu stood another group of people.
At their head were Yan Zhu, the Black Vulture Elder, and several other elders and upper-echelon figures from the Yanyi Tribe and other tribes.
Qing Zhu stood among the crowd as well, though her expression was indifferent.
The two sides remained locked in confrontation. It was not quite a scene of drawn swords and strung bows, but undercurrents were clearly swirling beneath the surface.
This tense atmosphere had persisted for a long time.
Only when Mo Hua emerged from seclusion and pushed open the door did everyone start in surprise, their expressions varying.
Yan Zhu and the others' eyes flickered.
Lugu looked at Yan Zhu across from him with a cold sneer.
Danzhu's eyes lit