Zhang Quan, the Spirit Pivot Formation, and the traitor of Little Spirit Hidden Sect.
The three were definitely connected.
But there were too few clues, making them difficult to trace.
For now, the Array Technique took priority.
In the courtyard where a gentle breeze drifted by, Mo Hua was still practicing the Spirit Pivot Formation.
But as he practiced, he suddenly felt as though he had forgotten something.
What had he forgotten?
Mo Hua froze for a moment before suddenly remembering.
Zhang Quan's Old Ancestors were still stuffed inside his Storage Bag...
That Zhang Family Ancestor Portrait!
The figure in the portrait should have been an ancestor of that family.
Zhang Quan had set up an altar, burned incense, and worshiped the ancestor portrait, borrowing his forebear's divine sense to refine the Corpse Control Bell.
The diagram contained divine sense.
That meant this ancestor portrait was very likely a Visualization Diagram.
And the offerings for the altar had been people's divine consciousness.
Then whatever resided within this Visualization Diagram—even if it was not a ghostly creature like the Green-Faced Imp—had to be some filthy Evil Thoughts.
Zhang Quan refined corpses.
His Corpse Refining Method had been passed down by his Old Ancestors.
Then these Old Ancestors of his definitely could not have been anything good.
Mo Hua touched his Storage Bag, looking somewhat hesitant.
Should I take a look?
If he did, it would probably be dangerous.
Just like in Black Mountain Stronghold, there might be some Evil Spirit within this ancestor portrait that would seize the chance to invade his Sea of Consciousness.
And the Dao Stele had only recovered halfway.
If the Dao Stele could not suppress that Evil Spirit, rashly allowing Evil Thoughts to invade would be like inviting a wolf into the house. The consequences would