In the following days, Lu Chengyun kept his composure, but his gaze towards Zhang Quan was tinged with a hidden chill.
Zhang Quan, feeling guilty, noticed none of it.
But all this was seen by the seemingly innocent Mo Hua.
...
One night, at the hour of 2 a.m.
In the desolate and silent Ten Thousand Corpses Sacrificial Altar.
The mural rippled open, revealing a door, and Zhang Quan tiptoed inside.
He looked around to ensure there was nobody in the altar before opening up the bronze coffin, cutting his hand with a knife, feeding the corpse with blood, walking backwards, chanting spells, and ringing the bell to summon the corpses...
This series of Corpse Controlling spells, he had been casting for several days now.
Inside the bronze coffin, the Corpse King's heartbeat grew more vigorous and powerful, filled with a might that struck fear and submissiveness in the other corpses.
After finishing the ritual, Zhang Quan's face was pale, his forehead starting to sweat.
This set of spells required more blood as it progressed, and the refining process became increasingly strenuous.
But if he could control the Corpse King, it would all be worth it.
Zhang Quan closed the coffin lid, sneered, and left the altar...
The eerie altar returned to dead silence.
A moment later, a figure slowly emerged from behind the altar, dressed in ornate clothes, his face gloomy.
It was Lu Chengyun.
He glanced at the mural before walking over to the bronze coffin, unsealing the lid, and inspecting the Formation on the bronze casket.
The strength of the Formation had indeed weakened.
At the same time, the heartbeat of the zombie grew slightly stronger.
Lu Chengyun's eyes were cold as he silently took out a Bone Pen, dipped it in human blood, and reinforced the Formation to suppress the power of the Corpse Controlling Bell.
After finishing, he sealed the coffin again.
Lu Chengyun sneered as well, then left the altar.
The altar became silent once more.
Not long after Lu Chengyun left, in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a small head peeked out from above the altar.
The praying mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
Mo Hua was the little oriole.
As Lu Chengyun hid behind the altar, watching Zhang Quan, he hid on the stone beam above Lu Chengyun's head, watching them both.
Now that both Zhang Quan and Lu Chengyun had left.
Mo Hua's gaze brightened slightly. He leaped down nimbly from the altar, then came before the bronze coffin and used his homemade coffin nail to unseal the Formation, opening the bronze coffin and then summoning a small zombie to help him push the lid off.
Underneath the coffin lid was the casket.
Atop the casket was the Formation Lu Chengyun had just reinforced.
Mo Hua then took out his ink and brush, overlaying his own Formation onto Lu Chengyun's Spiritual Pivot Evil Formation...
Zhang Quan was refining a corpse.
Lu Chengyun was Drawing Formation.
Mo Hua was overlaying a Formation.
This scene played out in turns in the altar.
Until more than half a month later, when the Corpse King was about to be refined and emerge from the coffin...
And after receiving a message from Mo Hua, the undercurrents in South Yue City had been turbulent for more than half a month, with a sense of trepidation and gravity as if a mountain storm were about to break...
Within the Minor Wilderness State Boundary.
It appeared to be clear skies and sunlight, but in an instant, a storm was about to hit.