The Iron Corpse Elder had made up his mind and thus began to think of retreating. Mo Hua immediately saw through its intentions. Since it wanted to run, then Mo Hua wouldn’t be polite. He cast the Water Prison Technique with a flick of his wrist to hold the Iron Corpse captive, then launched the Fireball Technique again and again. Huge flames engulfed the Iron Corpse Elder in no time. A moment later, the fire receded, and smoke billowed in all directions. With an angry roar, the Iron Corpse Elder stepped out from the fire and smoke. Its eyes were blood-red, its body huge, and its skin an iron-blue darkening to black, showing clear signs of further corpse transformation. Its overall strength had climbed a notch. "Brat, you’ve angered me!" The Iron Corpse Elder, having undergone corpse transformation, was enraged. But to Mo Hua, it hardly made a difference. He still used the Water Prison Technique to control it, followed by bombarding it with the Fireball Technique. The Iron Corpse Elder had no way to apply its strength, forced to be suppressed by Mo Hua. Sensing the dire situation, it used all its power to resist the impacts of exploding fireballs and rushed towards Mo Hua. But upon looking up, there was no one there. Mo Hua had already used the Water Passing Step to withdraw gracefully, regaining the distance, then he used the Water Prison Technique to hold and the Fireball Technique to bomb again… Amidst the flying sparks, the Iron Corpse Elder’s face was fierce, its figure in disarray, its heart filled with fear. After living for so many years, feasting on so many cultivators, was it truly no match for this young cultivator? Was it so thoroughly suppressed by his spells that it couldn’t retaliate? Merely like a punching bag, held in place by spells, then hung up and beaten? The Iron Corpse Elder found it hard to believe. Mo Hua was also frowning. It seemed… impossible to kill. After the Iron Corpse’s further transformation into a zombie, its flesh had become too tough. Relying solely on the Fireball Technique, it could be suppressed, defeated, but killing it was difficult. If this stalemate continued, there was the possibility that his Divine Sense would be exhausted, the power of his spells would weaken, and it would find an opportunity to escape. Mo Hua’s gaze turned cold, "Need to find a way, to slaughter it." The Iron Corpse Elder understood this as well. If it wasn’t Mo Hua’s match, it could only withstand his Fireball Technique, minimize the damage, and wait for Mo Hua’s Divine Sense to be spent to have a chance to escape or even counterattack. Controlling with spells like this would also consume a considerable amount of Divine Sense. This brat, can’t last much longer... As expected, shortly after, the Fireball Technique stopped. The Iron Corpse Elder’s heart leapt with joy, but when it looked up, it saw Mo Hua with closed eyes, concentrating, apparently doing something. The Iron Corpse Elder was taken aback. What did this brat mean by this? Was he distracted? Or had he given up? Or perhaps, was there some issue with his Divine Sense? Should I flee now, or just rush over and kill him? During its moment of hesitation, it suddenly sensed something was amiss. The atmosphere around seemed to have changed. The Iron Corpse Elder suddenly looked down and saw that, at some point, many faint blue threads of Spiritual Power had appeared underfoot. These threads twisted and turned, moving on their own, connecting into mysterious patterns. The Iron Corpse Elder’s eyes widened. What was this? Sensing danger, it tried to flee, but it was too late. Mo Hua had completed his first Formation. This was a Golden Lock Formation. The faint blue Spiritual Power formed patterns on the ground, which then emitted a golden light, solidifying into chains of Spiritual Power that tightly locked the Iron Corpse Elder in place. After several attempts, the Iron Corpse Elder couldn’t break free. Then, after a while, the second Formation was also ready. This was a Melting Fire Formation. The moment the Formation Patterns formed, the faint blue Spiritual Power emitted a blinding red light. The ground turned into a sea of fire, like a blazing furnace, trapping and roasting the Iron Corpse Elder within it. Fear filled the heart of the Iron Corpse Elder. A Formation? This brat was a Formation Master? But were Formation Masters meant to draw Formations like this? Without pen or ink, relying solely on Divine Thought, to form a Formation so quickly? Formations obey the Heavenly Dao, the obsession and killer intent towards Divine Sense is the greatest. Moreover, it was such a vivid and powerful Formation. The Iron Corpse Elder’s heart trembled. "It’s over, capsized in the gutter." It was just starving for so long and wanted to come out for a bite to eat, only to be roasted by a formation set up by some unknown brat? The cultivation world is truly goddamn treacherous! Such a vicious brat. Facing death, the Iron Corpse Elder wanted to struggle with all its might one last time. For a moment, it broke free from the Golden Lock Formation, but was then immobilized by Mo Hua’s Water Prison Technique on the spot. Moments later, the spiritual power of the Golden Lock Formation restored itself, turning back into golden locks and securing it firmly once again. And the Melting Fire Formation, like a furnace, ceaselessly scorched its body. A dull knife cutting through flesh will eventually finish. The Iron Corpse Elder fell into despair. Mo Hua, on the other hand, was sizing up the Iron Corpse Elder and suddenly asked with curiosity, "The technique of your corpse transformation, was it passed down from your ancestor?" Through gritted teeth, the Iron Corpse Elder replied, "What if it was?" "Do you have any other techniques?" Mo Hua inquired. The Iron Corpse Elder, seething, remained silent. "If you have no other techniques, you’re going to die here today," Mo Hua "kindly" reminded. The Iron Corpse Elder was so angry it couldn’t speak. Mo Hua stroked his chin, pondering. This Iron Corpse Elder seemed to have really run out of tricks, no other techniques left. Mo Hua felt somewhat regretful and disappointed, "That’s all your ancestor passed down to you?" The Iron Corpse Elder sneered, "Of course not. My ancestor’s techniques are innumerable–how could they be understood by a mere… " While speaking, it suddenly stopped, followed by a sudden jolt of alarm. Was this brat tricking him into talking? What did he mean? What did he want to know? Ancestor… He wanted to understand the ancestor’s techniques, could it be… he was after the ancestor’s legacy? The Iron Corpse Elder was filled with fear. No, it’s not possible. How could he, a mere brat, possibly… The Iron Corpse Elder paused, his face showing horror. No, it was possible! Given the brat’s inconceivable abilities in the Sea of Consciousness, he really could plot against the ancestor! If he succeeded, and understood the ancestor’s techniques, the ancestor, the ancestor... The ancestor would be in danger! The Iron Corpse Elder’s heart trembled. Seeing his thoughts uncovered, Mo Hua lamented, "Being an oblivious ghost would have been better for you." Understanding everything meant he only had to slaughter you now. Although Mo Hua didn’t plan on sparing his life in the first place. Mo Hua no longer wasted words, focusing on driving the formation to refine the Iron Corpse Elder, who was stricken with terror, and then swallowed it whole. The Divine Thought of an iron corpse would certainly be much stronger. After swallowing it, Mo Hua temporarily couldn’t refine it completely and estimated that it would take several days to do so gradually. Occasionally, evil thoughts would bubble up from the depths of his heart. Mo Hua could only calm those thoughts through still meditation from now on. After exiting the Sea of Consciousness, Mo Hua opened his eyes and glanced at the Zhang Family’s Ancestral Master Picture. The picture still contained many zombies, several iron corpses, and also Zhang Quan’s ancestor. One by one, come then... None shall escape! It’s just whether, after finishing them all in "one pot", his Divine Sense will directly reach Thirteen Stripes... Mo Hua couldn’t help but wonder. Bai Zisheng asked, noticing his state, "Are you... all right?" Mo Hua came back to his senses and shook his head, "I’m fine." Yet Bai Zisheng frowned, sensing something amiss, "It seems somewhat off..." Bai Zixi’s eyes, like water, also stared at Mo Hua for a while, then asked puzzled, "Your face, why does it seem a bit wicked?" Mo Hua rubbed his cheek, "Ate something not so good, need to digest it a bit."