Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 1227: 721: Disaster Strikes

Chapter 1227: Chapter 721: Disaster Strikes

Cheng Mo and the others were very puzzled, “Junior Brother, what do you need these things for?”

Mo Hua replied seriously, “This matter is related to the top-secret affairs of the Taoist Court, so I cannot tell you yet, and without acquiring these items to re

Mo Hua was very eager in his heart.

It’s just that such Sect Tokens had not been found yet.

Instead, Mo Hua obtained a Letter Token.

A few days later, Yang Qianjun handed a Letter Token to Mo Hua and said:

“Cheng Mo and the others were doing a task in a Second Grade Little Immortal City called Qingping City near the Qianxue State Boundary. After the task was completed and we were on our way back, we saw a cultivator sneaking around, clearly not resembling one from Qingping City, so we casually asked him a few questions.”

“The cultivator’s answers were watertight, but his eyes occasionally dodged, as if he was hiding something.”

“I found it strange, so pretended to leave but actually returned and secretly followed him, and discovered that this cultivator was using a human skin as a mask to disguise himself, with unknown motives.”

“Cheng Mo and a few of us joined forces to subdue him and sent him to the Taoist Court. Everything else was confiscated by the Taoist Court, but this Letter Token had everything wiped from it, so I brought it back for you…”

Mo Hua took the Letter Token and examined it for a moment.

This was a light green Letter Token, soaked with the scent of medicinal Pills and blood.

Divine Sense probed into the Letter Token, and indeed, it was blank inside, everything had been erased.

At first glance, it certainly appeared so.

But with a contemplative look in his eyes, Mo Hua’s profound gaze swept over it, and he could see beneath the appearance of blankness were chaotic Unfixed Magnetic Patterns, regular Fixed Magnetic Patterns, and the subtle and indestructible Secondary Thunder Patterns.

Traces remain after the rain; echoes linger after the geese have flown.

Beneath all appearances, there are traces, it’s just that some people can’t see them.