The subsequent question was, how to break through this screen?
Mo Hua silently pondered.
Generally speaking, the screen is a Spiritual Artifact, and there are Formations on Spiritual Artifacts.
If one could decipher the Formation, they could neutralize the Spiritual Artifact, rendering this screen inoperative.
However, Mo Hua had no idea what Formation was depicted on this screen, nor did he know what the lifelike and inhibiting Formation Patterns were, so naturally, he had no means to break the Formation.
If it couldn't be deciphered, should he just destroy it?
Using a Reversed Spirit Formation to disrupt the Formation's structure, damage the Formation eye, and cause the Formation to self-destruct?
Mo Hua contemplated this.
At this point, he no longer needed to worry about being discovered. Whether he kept the screen was moot, and it didn't matter if his method was rough.
Once the Formation self-destructed, the screen would be ruined.
The opening in the screen might be revealed.
It could also potentially seal the chamber permanently, barring anyone's entry.
The best outcome would be, after destroying the Formation, that the bolstering effect of the Formation was no more, deactivating the screen and opening the chamber.
He would then be able to slip inside, and pack up everything to take away.
The worst outcome would be the screen self-destructing, disallowing anyone's entry.
If he couldn't get in, neither could Zhang Quan.
That way, both the Corpse Controlling Bell and the Contemplation Map would be sealed inside.
It didn't matter if he couldn't enter.
But if Zhang Quan couldn't get in, without the Corpse Controlling Bell, he wouldn't be able to control the Iron Corpse, significantly reducing his strength.
Without the Iron Corpse, the Corpse Walking Stronghold would have no Foundation Establishment combat power and would naturally crumble easily.
However he considered it, there was no disadvantage for Mo Hua.
Decisive, Mo Hua ceased his hesitation and began to work on the Formation on the screen.
As the first Reversed Spirit Formation was drawn, the Formation on the screen flashed with blue light, Spiritual Power began to distort, emitting a piercing sound, and the Formation soon ceased to function, causing the screen to dim slightly.
Mo Hua's eyes brightened, and he continued to draw Reversed Spirit Formations.
With each Reversed Spirit Formation drawn, a Formation was destroyed.
The ink on the screen gradually faded.
By the time Mo Hua had destroyed all the Formations, all the ink on the entire screen had faded, leaving only a grey smudge.
Mo Hua furrowed his brows.
Was it deciphered, or was it broken?
Mo Hua swept his Divine Sense over it and found that the screen was indeed deactivated, and the barrier at the doorway had disappeared.
It's just that the obstructing ink was still there.
Mo Hua decisively took out his Thousand Jun Stick and started to wildly hammer the screen.
He battered the already old screen to tatters.
The screen made a 'creaking' sound as if lamenting, then completely lost its form and substance, erasing the ink images and revealing the opening to the chamber, and the altar within.
Mo Hua sighed in relief, his heart leaping with joy as he stepped inside.
Within the chamber, the atmosphere was even more sinister.
The altar, laid out with golden silk, flickered with a green, grim candlelight.
The Blood Bell, white bones, coffins, not one was missing.
And on the altar, there was the worshiped Ancestral Master Image of the Zhang Family.
Mo Hua lowered his gaze, avoiding the Ancestral Master Image. Instead, he quickly picked the copper bells refined with fresh blood from within the iron cup one by one, tossing them into his Storage Bag.
He then rummaged through the chamber once more.
Spirit Stones, offerings, and things like Spiritual Artifacts, as long as they looked valuable, or were engraved with Formations, or had some origins, or appeared odd or incomprehensible to him, all were swept away by Mo Hua like shearing a sheep.
At last, it was time for the Ancestral Master Image.
Mo Hua squinted his eyes, trying his best not to look at it, intending to carefully take down the image and then throw it into his Storage Bag.
However, at the moment his fingers touched the image,
An icy Divine Thought abruptly invaded Mo Hua's Sea of Consciousness.
A seemingly old but resonant voice whispered in his ear,
"Young man... your bones are remarkably unique..."
"You possess exceptional talent..."
"I offer you an opportunity... to help you ascend to immortality..."