"Do not pry, the unpryable."
The emaciated elder recalled what his master had said to him years ago.
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The unpryable...
He thought of Mr. Zhuang again, thought of that layer of fog.
The fog laid down by Mr. Zhuang was perhaps not just about keeping a secret but also about protecting all those who rashly sought the cause and effect of the young gentleman.
For hidden within that cause and effect lay great peril.
But no matter how he struggled to comprehend, he could not understand why such a young Junior Formation Master would be tainted with such grave and ferocious karma.
What on earth had happened?
The emaciated elder furrowed his brow, deep in perplexed thought.
"Enough, enough, ignorance is bliss... Knowing such dangerous matters is not a good thing..."
The emaciated elder sighed with lingering fear in his heart.
All things related to Mo Hua were becoming vague in his mind.
He only remembered, beneath the blood-red sky and amidst the Corpse Tide, a small, unyielding figure standing faintly in the distance.
Young Master Yun couldn't remember clearly either.
He remembered the Spiritual Pivot Formation, remembered that he had made friends with a Junior Formation Master.
But who this person was, he had only a hazy recollection, and no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't remember.
Only a clear, smiling face remained in his memory...
...
Elsewhere, the leader of the Taoist Soldiers, Yang Jishan, was writing a report to the Taoist Court.
He wanted to commend Mo Hua for his service.
In the battle of the Corpse Mine, suppressing the Corpse Tide, subduing the Corpse King, executing Lu Chengyun, quelling the undead menace, and improving the lives of the cultivators and citizens of South Yue City, this young gentleman, Mo Hua, contributed immensely.
But as he wrote, everything suddenly became hazy again.
Yang Jishan tried to write the two characters "Mo Hua," but as soon as he started, he froze.
The name Mo Hua was obscured by fog.
He could not remember the young gentleman's family or given name.
"What's going on?"
Yang Jishan was deeply shocked.
How could I have forgotten his name?
Soon he realized, it was not just the name, even the face, and voice of the young gentleman were becoming indistinct and unreal.
The matters of the Corpse Mine were also discontinuous and incomplete.
Within the Corpse Mine, atop the graves, what exactly had happened?
Yang Jishan frowned.
His mind only remembered two images:
One was the Corpse King howling towards the heavens under a blood-red sky, with thousands of corpses bowing in worship.
The other was the Corpse King roaring unwillingly amidst blazing flames, turning to ashes.
What actually happened in the end?
Yang Jishan had completely forgotten.
How was such a powerful and fierce Corpse King subdued and turned to ash?
Yang Jishan could not recall at all.
In his Sea of Consciousness, he only vaguely remembered a small figure that changed the heavens and earth, commanding the submission of thousands of corpses...
"Who was that little cultivator?"
Yang Jishan frowned, murmuring to himself.
...
As things settled down,
All the cause and effect gradually wrapped themselves in fog.
The various factions of cultivators from South Yue City also gradually dispersed.
But half a month later, another group of uninvited guests arrived.
They were four odd-looking cultivators.
A young man, exquisitely handsome, but with a pale complexion as if wearing a deathly, finely crafted, flawless mask.