At Ox Hour the next day, Lu Chengyun came once more to draw array techniques within the Ten Thousand Corpse Altar, where coffins lay everywhere.
Mo Hua hid behind the altar, secretly watching him.
As always, Lu Chengyun opened the coffin, took out his brush, poured out Blood Ink, and dipped the brush in blood to draw the array. But the moment he set brush to surface, he frowned.
He stared at the array for a long while, his brows knitting tighter and tighter. At last, he muttered:
"Something's wrong..."
"Something's wrong..."
"This array... has a problem..."
Mo Hua's heart tightened slightly.
So it had indeed been discovered.
Lu Chengyun was still baffled:
"Who altered my array?"
"Who had the ability to alter an array I drew?"
"And who could sneak into the Corpse Mine beneath my very nose, slip into the altar, open the Bronze Coffin, and alter the first-grade Twelve-Pattern Spirit Pivot Evil Array I drew?"
Lu Chengyun's gaze flickered with uncertainty.
Then he suddenly jolted.
"Could there be someone inside this altar?"
He hurriedly released his Divine Consciousness and swept it around.
Mo Hua tucked in his little head and obediently concealed his aura.
Lu Chengyun's Divine Consciousness swept over the array, the coffins, and the altar. It passed over Mo Hua as well, yet found nothing.
After sweeping the area back and forth several times, Lu Chengyun finally relaxed.
"Am I being overly suspicious...?"
Lu Chengyun muttered with a frown.
This sort of thing was simply too incredible...
If someone could truly accomplish it, that person's cultivation must be unimaginably profound, and their methods unfathomable.
A senior cultivator of that caliber, if they wanted to deal with him, would have no need for such furtive little tricks. If they acted openly, he would have no way