Was the diagram feeding on me, or was I feeding on the diagram?
Mo Hua licked his lips. Beneath the flickering candlelight, even the Visualization Diagram seemed to tremble.
The Coffin was icy cold, yet quite comfortable to lie in.
Mo Hua waited inside...
But after waiting for ages, there was still no movement.
Mo Hua frowned.
What was going on?
Wasn't I supposed to be used as a sacrifice? Why was no one coming to "eat" me?
He waited a while longer, but there was still no response from inside the Coffin.
"Is the Coffin broken?"
"Or did Lu Chengyun recite the wrong incantation?"
"Or perhaps this Visualization Diagram was shy around strangers, and only disciples of the family could feed it?"
That did not seem right either...
With a pack of zombies and food right before them, who would care who had fed it to them?
"Then... could the problem be me?"
Mo Hua froze, then focused his senses. Sure enough, he discovered something unusual within the Coffin.
There was a voice inside it.
The voice was faint and ethereal, drifting near and far...
Mo Hua listened intently before finally making it out. It was an old man speaking, his voice intermittent and brimming with temptation:
"You... possess extraordinary bones..."
"...your constitution is unique; within your meridians lies a supreme-grade Spirit Root..."
"You and I are fated. I shall impart the Great Dao to you... and help you ascend to immortality..."
Mo Hua curled his lip.
If you could truly ascend to immortality, why would you not do it yourself instead of passing it on to someone else?
That voice was clearly Old Ancestor Zhang Quan's.
Mo Hua had heard it many times before.
As he thought carefully about it, he suddenly paused.
Could this voice be