"Therefore, this Taoist Field is the Holy Land of the dead, a forbidden area for the living."
Young Master Xuan's gaze was stern as he asked, "How do we break the formation?"
The elder in the black robe shook his head slightly.
Young Master Xuan asked curiously, "Isn't this your Great Wilderness's inheritance? It should be the handiwork of the Great Wilderness clan, does even the Second Elder not know?"
The elder's murky eyes trembled slightly, suddenly revealing a cold intent to kill, "The one who created this arrangement is a traitor of the Great Wilderness. He... stole the inheritance of the Great Wilderness, deserving of a thousand deaths..."
Mo Hua, standing aside, was startled upon hearing this.
A traitor of the Great Wilderness?
Who is he talking about?
Young Master Xuan didn't care much about the traitor of the Great Wilderness; he only cared about whether he could reach the Divine Temple.
"Is there no other way?"
The elder pondered for a moment and said, "I have an item, a relic of the Great Wilderness lineage called the 'Divine Mist Lamp,' which can hide the traces of Divine Sense and evade the sinister ghosts."
"But..."
The elder looked into the distance, "But this Taoist Field is too vast, filled with evil objects like clouds, and the path is too long. Relying solely on this 'Divine Mist Lamp' might not be enough to make it through."
Young Master Xuan said, "Then perhaps, you should also light a person as a lamp?"
The elder contemplated for a moment and nodded, "It seems we have no other choice."
Young Master Xuan instructed Mr. Hui to take out his gold hoop.
The elder shook a few times, injecting a chilling evil power into Shen Qingsheng's meridians, waking him up, and then put the gold hoop on Shen Qingsheng's head.
The familiar sensation returned, and Shen Qingsheng's face instantly turned pale with terror as he said, "No, I will die..."
The elder sealed Shen Qingsheng's mouth and nose with blood-colored spiritual power, preventing him from shouting.
Afterward, he began to recite mystical and ancient words from the Barbaric Wilderness, and the Divine Mist Lamp was lit.
A lamp of fire ignited, mist filled the air, enveloping everyone and concealing their presence.
Mo Hua sensed the surrounding mist, pondered for a moment, and understood.
Within the Divine Mist Lamp was the Formation of Divine Mist, and once activated, it could transform into mist to confuse the perception of Divine Thought.
The sinister fierce ghosts, being things of "divine thought," would also naturally be confused by the Divine Mist Lamp.
Mo Hua was somewhat amazed in his heart.
This Divine Mist Lamp can actually merge with the Divine Mist Formation, crafted ingeniously, likely using the ancient artifact refining methods of the Great Wilderness lineage.
The inheritance of the Great Wilderness is indeed extraordinary.
Shrouded by the Divine Mist Lamp, they walked through the Taoist Field.
Surrounded by infused bronze figures, with ominous shadows overhead like clouds, there seemed to be no incident for a while.
But as they walked further, some significantly stronger ghostly entities detected something amiss and began probing into the mist of the Divine Mist Lamp.
The elder gave Young Master Xuan a glance.
In understanding, Young Master Xuan emulated Mr. Hui and ignited the "human lamp" on Shen Qingsheng's head.
Shen Qingsheng's Sea of Consciousness began to burn bit by bit again.
His divine thought transformed into smoke, diffusing into the sky, attracting these ghostly entities to one side.
Young Master Xuan and his group breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Thus, under the cover of the Divine Mist Lamp and the protection of the human lamp, they continued to walk forward.
Shen Qingsheng was used as a "candle," burning all the way.
But Shen Qingsheng's divine sense was not strong; having been lit once before, this time it was already drying up.
Shen Qingsheng's head felt as though a thousand needles pierced it.
Soon, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
Young Master Xuan checked his breath and rolled his eyelids, shaking his head, saying, "He's nearly spent. If we keep lighting him, he'll be gone."
Shen Qingsheng was still useful, so the elder didn't want him to die just yet.
As the human lamp extinguished, the sinister aura grew heavier.
Without bait, more powerful ghostly entities began to probe into their mist again.
The elder said, "Let's switch people."
Young Master Xuan nodded.
Thus, the gold hoop lamp was placed on Mr. Hui's head.
All his life, Mr. Hui had been using others to "light the lamp." Little did he expect that one day, his own head would be used for lighting.
The human lamp ignited again, and wisps of divine sense smoke rose.
Mr. Hui was a Golden Core, his divine sense stronger than Shen Qingsheng's.