Chapter 1755: Chapter 887: Return to Truth At the same time, in the Qian Taoist Sect, elder room. Mr. Tu, wearing the guise of "Elder Shen," finished a day of teaching, returned to the room, and activated the Divine Tao Array, shielding others’ perceptions, then sat alone at the desk, staring devoutly at a horn on the table. The dim candlelight cast on his somber face, making it appear eerie and frightening. "Mo Hua..." Mr. Tu muttered the name softly, furrowing his brows. "Just where exactly did this person emerge from?" "Why? Although I heard this name for the first time, why does it feel so familiar?" "Just what is the origin of this young man?" Mr. Tu took out a short sword, cut his finger, and dripped blood onto the ram’s bone, silently praying in his heart. A moment later, from the Cause and Effect emerged a blood shadow of a horn, tracing back through the past of the name "Mo Hua." His real name, his origin, his parents, his past... But before uncovering the truth, the Tai Xu essence flowed completely, Yin and Yang merged like interlocking fish, sealed the cycle of Cause and Effect, blocking the blood shadow from penetrating it, sealing all truths away. Mr. Tu frowned. "Such strong Yin Yang Heavenly Mechanism Power..." "The Taixu Gate still possesses such ancient Heavenly Mechanism Treasures..." He considered trying to forcibly break through the Yin Yang Lock, but after a moment of hesitation, he gave up. "Without borrowing the power of the Divine Lord, setting up an altar and performing rituals with numerous offerings as media, it is impossible to break this Heavenly Mechanism Lock..." "Moreover, it is not yet the time when matters come to a head, can’t afford to make a big show." Mr. Tu gave up the thought of further probing. But he had a constant feeling that this Array Dao Demon named "Mo Hua" was certainly no ordinary person. It was very likely, related to the Tai Xu Vicious God of the Taixu Gate. Mr. Tu wiped the blood off his fingers, pondered for a moment, and then his pupils suddenly trembled. "Yes... Super Divine Sense!" "Ordinary cultivators, their Divine Sense is restricted by the Great Dao, without a cultivation method, it’s impossible to be Super Rank." "This demon, must have received the blessings from that ’Vicious God’, borrowing the Divine Thought of the Vicious God, thus making his own Divine Sense advance over three full ranks, able to draw formations at Foundation Establishment Peak during the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage..." "These Divine Senses are not his own, but received through blessings prayed for from the ’Vicious God’!" "In other words, this kid, like myself, is a ’Divine Protege’." "No, his level of divine favor exceeds mine, perhaps he is one of the chosen ’companions’ of the Tai Xu Vicious God from a young age, qualified to walk alongside the deities, a true ’Divine Servant’." In Mr. Tu’s heart, there was both envy and jealousy. His status in the pantheon he worshiped, the Master of the Great Wilderness, far inferior to this young man named Mo Hua. Though he was favored by the Divine Lord, it was merely the most ordinary blessing. Unlike this youngster, whose Divine Sense surpassed three ranks, almost equivalent to having received the highest level of "Divine Blessing" by the deities. However, because of this, his talent in formations didn’t seem so earth-shattering. "Just a lucky kid granted favor by ’deities’, borrowing Vicious God’s blessing to boost his own divine thought, gaining first place in Array Tao..." Mr. Tu sneered. Moreover, in some sense, this was also a good thing. This feared Tai Xu Vicious God finally moved "from darkness to light" and began to reveal his tracks. His core "followers" also began to be exposed. "Must hasten the pace now..." Taking advantage of the period when the Tai Xu Vicious God was parasitized by the Divine Lord’s Divine Fetus, all plans needed to be expedited... Thinking of this made Mr. Tu’s heart ache again. The cost of scheming against these Vicious Gods was simply too great... A vast number of meticulously raised demon monsters had their powers usurped by this Vicious God, directed to their deaths, with none returning. On the blood-sworn list, those Divine Lord’s henchmen nurtured for so long were unknown what methods were used by this Vicious God to wipe them all out. These henchmen were Mr. Tu’s painstaking efforts. Relying on the title of Elder of Qian Taoist Sect, he engaged all quarters, sought candidates, secretly developed for so many years, growing such a large batch deeply rooted in Qianxue State Boundary, interlinked, not only with Sect origins but with protection from the Taoist Court and able to roam in the shadows committing various sins as ’Evil God’s henchmen’. These henchmen could provide offerings for the Divine Lord. Their own sins were also the best offerings for the Divine Lord. Originally, everything was proceeding according to plan, but within the recent few years, these henchmen were either captured or killed, losing a large part. Now, more fundamentally, all have been obliterated, not a single one left. Mr. Tu felt his heart bleeding, along with a strong sense of trepidation. The Taixu Gate, and this Vicious God, were likely the biggest obstacles in the great plan of Divine Lord’s revival. Mr. Tu’s gaze slightly focused, appearing somewhat sinister and distorted in the night. "But, it doesn’t matter..." "The game of Foundation Establishment has few pieces left, so consider it lost." "Since that’s the case, let’s play the game above Golden Core..." "To plot great strategies, one must not fear for one’s life. It’s time to use these family’s resources..." "The day of Divine Lord’s awakening is near..." Mr. Tu’s figure gradually became shrouded in shadows, like a demon monster about to devour someone. ... Within Qian Taoist Sect, Heavenly secrets are covertly decaying. Within the Qianxue State Boundary, shadows continually shift. The waves stirred by Mo Hua at the Dao Debate Assembly have far from subsided. Thousands of miles away. Taoist State, Heaven Shu Pavilion. A Pavilion Elder with a hoary beard and hair, sat high on the pavilion, dozing off against a chessboard, seemingly asleep yet awake, neither awake nor asleep.