After the Great Dao died

Chapter 54 Maha Appears

The hall was silent.

The bearded man's body lay at the boundary between firelight and shadow.

The scholar placed his right hand on the hilt of his short sword, his gaze fixed on Chen Lingxi.

A martial artist with perfected Silver Bone Realm died just like that, at the hands of someone who had no aura and looked like an ordinary person.

"Who exactly is this person?"

The scholar's expression remained impassive, but his heart was filled with doubt and unease.

"Spitting out purple light and killing in an instant—this is simply an inconceivable divine power! Just like Lord Maha!"

He had witnessed the methods of Lord Maha.

I once saw him stand atop the mountain, exhale a long breath, and a strong wind swept across the sky, causing hundreds of armored soldiers to fall over.

I've seen him feed that gold-swallowing toad. When the toad opens its mouth, gold and silver flow into its belly like water. A moment later, it spits out a perfectly round, jade-like pill, with a fragrant aroma.

I have also seen him soar through the air, standing with his hands behind his back on a cloud, his robes fluttering, just like a legendary immortal descending to earth.

He originally thought that only the Great Immortal Maha possessed such incredible abilities.

But the person in front of me...

"Are there really immortals in this world?"

He asked himself the same question.

With this thought in mind, the scholar finally removed his hand completely from the hilt of the sword.

The golden light on its body gradually dimmed.

He sat cross-legged by the campfire, looking at Chen Lingxi.

"Hero," he began, "since you've come here and killed only one of us, you must not be our enemy, nor are you here for killing for pleasure. But what brings you here, hero?"

Chen Lingxi did not answer immediately.

He raised the wine jug to his lips, tilted his head back, and took another sip.

His movements were neither hurried nor slow, as if he were drinking alone at home.

After finishing his drink, Chen Lingxi glanced at the bearded man lying on the ground, as if he were a dead dog by the roadside.

"This man cannibalized people in front of me; it offended my eyes." He turned his gaze from the bearded man to the scholar's face: "So I killed him."

"Since you haven't eaten people, I'll spare your life and speak with you again."

He spoke casually, but both the scholar Maha Shi and Wang Chu remained silent.

Neither of them dared to say another word.

Chen Lingxi looked at the charcoal fire: "You've come from Weishan Prefecture?"

The scholar dared not be negligent and nodded in agreement.

Weishan Prefecture was the place where Wu Mohe raised his army and the main base of the Mohe army.

"I've heard that Wu Mohe is a mortal immortal," Chen Lingxi said with curiosity. "It makes me want to meet him."

Upon hearing this, the scholar's expression shifted slightly.

He pondered for a moment, then clasped his hands in a fist and asked, "May I ask, hero, what is your name?"

Chen Lingxi reached out and pressed the Demon-Slaying Saber at his waist, casually saying, "Someone calls me—"

"General of the Spirit Guard".

After the four words were uttered, the hall fell even quieter.

The scholar frowned slightly and searched his memory.

General Zhiling.

He had never heard of this name before, and his mind was filled with doubts, but he dared not ask any more questions.

The lingering power of that purple light was still fresh in his mind; asking any more questions now would be meddling.

He simply nodded, memorizing the title, and then asked, "So, General, what brings you here...?"

"I want to make a deal with Wu Mohe," Chen Lingxi said softly, stating his purpose directly.

The scholar did not answer immediately.

He closed his eyes, sat cross-legged by the campfire, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he were pondering something important.

Wang Chu kept his head down, staring at the campfire, motionless.

After about six or seven breaths, the scholar opened his eyes: "In that case, hero, why don't you have a detailed discussion with my general?"

Want to discuss this further?

Chen Ling raised her eyebrows slightly beneath her mask.

The scholar didn't say much, but reached into his robes and took out a jade slip.

The jade slip was no bigger than the palm of my hand, pure white, with a warm and smooth texture, and it gleamed with a faint, cold light in the firelight.

The body is plain and undecorated, with only three characters engraved on the front.

Wu Mohe.

The name alone exudes an undeniable domineering aura.

Chen Lingxi's gaze fell on those three words, and her pupils narrowed slightly.

"There is a thick layer of spiritual energy attached to the jade slip."

"It is a treasure."

As he wondered what was happening, the scholar laid the jade slip on the ground in front of his knees.

Then, he raised his right hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together like a sword.

Fresh blood was seeping from two of his fingers.

The scholar's expression was solemn as he pointed his fingers like a sword and gently touched the jade slip.

The moment his fingertips touched the jade slip, blood gushed from his fingertips and seeped into the patterns on the surface of the jade slip.

The three characters "Wu Mohe" changed from pure white to pale gold, and then from pale gold to a dazzling golden red, like three ignited flames burning fiercely on the jade slip.

"What is this?"

Chen Lingxi held her breath.

The golden-red light on the jade slip grew brighter and brighter, rising from its surface and condensing into a thick fog in the air.

The fog started as a thin layer, but it quickly grew thicker and thicker, like an invisible pen sketching in the void, stroke by stroke, inch by inch, gradually outlining a human figure.

Finally, the mist condensed and transformed into a human figure standing beside the campfire.

The figure was extremely tall, more than half a head taller than an average person, with broad shoulders and back like a wall, yet he did not appear clumsy; instead, he exuded an indescribable air of uprightness and composure.

He wore a long, bluish-gray robe with no decorations, except for a dark blue trim around the collar and cuffs.

Her long hair was loose and draped over her shoulders, neither tied up with a crown nor secured with a hairpin, but simply left to fall freely, gently swaying in the air currents of the hall.

With his hands behind his back and his back straight as a pine tree, he stood there like a hidden sword, flawless when still, but once drawn, it was as powerful as thunder.

The face was not clearly visible, obscured by the mist, with only a pair of eyes vaguely discernible.

His eyes were closed, and his eyelids were slightly drooping.

Chen Lingxi's gaze fell on that figure, and she felt an indescribable sense of oppression coming towards her.

"This person is Wu Mohe? This figure should not be his true form, but rather a kind of avatar... If even an avatar is this powerful, then his true cultivation... is probably far more profound than that of the Crown Prince, Lin Suri, and others!"

Chen Lingxi was astonished.

Then, the figure slowly opened its eyes.

In that instant, Chen Lingxi felt a gaze fall upon her.

That gaze wasn't sharp, or even particularly fierce.

It just glanced over casually and indifferently.

But that one casual glance caused Chen Lingxi's spiritual energy to suddenly stagnate.

The green qi in his dantian seemed to be suppressed by something, suddenly contracting and curling into a ball, afraid to move.

The Concealing Edge Technique circulated wildly within his body, reinforcing the spiritual energy barrier layer by layer, barely managing to block the penetration of that gaze.

Chen Lingxi felt a slight heaviness in her heart.

This Wu Mohe is even more unfathomable than he had anticipated.

He had seen Ying Chi, Lin Suri, Lu Baizhong, and the prince who used the purple aura of the treasure bottle to suppress and kill the swordsman in the process of Chejue's evolution.

But none of these people gave him that feeling.

Ying Chi is unassuming and inscrutable, Lin Su Ri is calm and composed, and Lu Bai Zhong is aloof and superior.

And Wu Mohe...

He simply stood there, glanced at him, and Chen Lingxi had the illusion that his life and death were entirely in the other's hands.

The figure's gaze shifted from Chen Lingxi to the bearded man lying on the ground.

He glanced at it only once before looking away.

There was no anger, no regret, not even any emotion in that glance.

It's like seeing a withered leaf blown down by the wind on the roadside; you don't care at all.

His gaze returned to Chen Lingxi.

This time, there was a hint of seriousness in his gaze.

Chen Lingxi met that gaze without moving.

His back was straight, his hands were placed on his knees, palms up, fingers slightly spread.

This is an extremely relaxed posture, like sunbathing in one's own backyard, with no defenses whatsoever.

But in his dantian, spiritual energy was circulating wildly.

The Azure Edge Technique, the Dragon's Roar Technique, and the Purple True Treasure Qi—all three deadly moves—are ready to be unleashed.

With just a thought, he can unleash a deafening burst of power.

Wu Mohe looked at him for a few moments, then suddenly took a step.

step.

The figure then emerged from the mist and sat cross-legged by the campfire.

His movements were fluid and natural, as if he had been sitting there all along.

Wang Chu finally raised his head.

She looked at the figure sitting cross-legged by the campfire, then at the jade slip, and then at the scholar.

Her lips moved a few times, but she ultimately made no sound.

The bizarre things she witnessed tonight were more numerous than all she had seen in the past twenty years combined.

First, the man in black opened his mouth and spat out a beam of purple light, instantly killing a martial artist at the peak of the Silver Bone realm.

Then the scholar used blood as a catalyst to summon the misty figure.

Then, this misty figure could walk, sit, see, and scrutinize.

Is this even human anymore?

This is clearly divine intervention.

She lowered her head, swallowing back the surging horror and fear.

She would explain everything that happened tonight to Lin Suri when she got back, word for word.

A few moments of silence fell over the room.

The campfire crackled, and the night wind howled.

The figure sat by the campfire, his gray robe gleaming with a somber glow in the firelight, his long hair cascading over his shoulders, fluttering slightly in the breeze.

His face remained blurry, shrouded in a very thin mist, with only his eyes remaining exceptionally clear.

Those eyes were extremely dark, like two bottomless whirlpools, so deep that their depths were unfathomable.

At this moment, those eyes were looking at Chen Lingxi.

Chen Lingxi met that gaze and suddenly spoke.

"Wu Mohe?"