Chapter 1007: 652 Chapter – Stealing Home_3 Chapter 1007: 652 Chapter – Stealing Home_3 It wouldn’t go as far as using small fireballs to attack people every day…
Still, Mo Hua wasn’t discouraged.
While he personally couldn’t master the original Meteor Fire Skill, analyzing the spell structure and the principles behind its formulation shouldn’t be a problem.
This had always been his plan.
As this thought crossed his mind, Mo Hua froze, then felt a surge of alarm deep in his heart.
He had nearly forgotten a critical issue.
If Fire Buddha were captured or killed now, his Meteor Fire Skill would fall into the hands of the Taoist Court; Mo Hua would never be able to obtain it in his lifetime…
What to do?
*Could he really resort to underhanded tactics to secretly help Fire Buddha escape?*
*But what if Fire Buddha escaped and killed more people afterward? Then the guilt would fall squarely on him.*
*And given the current circumstances, could Uncle Gu even defeat Fire Buddha? That’s still uncertain…*
They were in the territory of the Second Grade Immortal City; Uncle Gu wouldn’t dare to unleash his full powers here.
Simply letting Fire Buddha slip away clearly wasn’t an option either.
Mo Hua glanced at Fire Buddha, who was engulfed in raging flames and locked in fierce combat. Slowly, his brows began to furrow.
“Does Fire Buddha carry the spell for Meteor Fire Skill on him?”
If he did, wasn’t it nearly impossible for Mo Hua to get his hands on it?
If he didn’t carry it, then where could it be hidden?
Mo Hua shifted his gaze away and began subtly inspecting the grand palace.
The palace was imposing and majestic, yet ancient and eerie, as if it were used for congregations and worship by demon cultivators.
But based on Mo Hua’s instincts and experience, he felt that there must be a place similar to an altar hidden within this palace…
Many of the corpse cultivators, evil cultivators, and demon cultivators Mo Hua knew tended to favor setting up altars in their domains.
Fire Buddha likely wouldn’t be an exception.
And considering Fire Buddha’s secretive and deceitful persona, if he had gone to the trouble of barricading everyone and engaging in this brutal battle, it meant this palace wasn’t the true center of its mysteries.
There must be another, deeper layer of secrets hidden within this grand palace…
*Should I search for it myself?*
After all, he wasn’t much help in the ongoing fight here.
Mo Hua discreetly glanced at Fire Buddha again. Upon seeing him and Uncle Gu locked in an intense, bloodthirsty struggle, Mo Hua nodded slowly.
Relying on his Concealment Technique, Mo Hua moved about unnoticed.
Without revealing his presence, he slipped past Fire Buddha and the other demon cultivators, heading deeper into the palace…
Let them continue their fight.
He had a house to raid…
The palace was immense, with its rear sections barely illuminated, shrouding them in faint darkness.
Yet, even after reaching the very end, Mo Hua found nothing suspicious—except for one spot: an enormous mural carved into the deepest wall.
In the dim ambient light of the Demon Palace, Mo Hua could just make out the mural. Etched within it were countless peaks of the Barbaric Wilderness Mountains, brimming with thorns, treacherous terrain, and teeming with demon monsters.
“Is this… the Map of the Barbaric Wilderness Mountains?”
“What does it mean…”
Mo Hua frowned, unable to discern its significance.
He scanned the surroundings again, finding only this mural intact; all other statues, structures, or decorations had either been removed or destroyed, leaving no other clues.
The solitary lead might just be this striking and expansive mural.
“A mural, huh…”
Another thought came to Mo Hua: the mural in the stone palace hall of the Lu Family’s Corpse Mountain, located in South Yue City of Li State.
That mural depicted the zombified head of the Lu Family Old Ancestor.
The zombie’s gaping mouth turned out to be the entrance to an altar.
Generally, with corpse cultivators and demon cultivators, their methods often followed discernible patterns…
“So does this mural hide another entrance?”
Having seen such things before truly proved advantageous…
Mo Hua extended his Divine Sense, carefully probing the mural for signs of formations.
Every inch of the mural came under Mo Hua’s scrutiny: the grotesque and twisted figures of demon monsters, the perilous crags and sharp peaks, the dark and eerie woodlands…
Yet despite combing through it thoroughly, no trace of a formation’s presence surfaced.
Mo Hua froze. “No formations?”