A great cloud of blood mist suddenly burst outwards in all directions.
The River God’s Evil Thoughts dissipated into the surroundings as well, and its entire Divine Body, like a deflating ball, gradually shriveled up and reverted to its original form.
Fish Cultivators sucked in by the River God’s whiskers were also released from their grasp.
In their eyes lingered shock as they looked towards the demonic-like River God in the center.
This is… the River God?!
The Fish Cultivators, who had just awakened from the nightmare, were dismayed, with a look of confusion and uncertainty.
Then they witnessed an even more inconceivable scene…
A little cultivator wrapped in faint-gold light, holding a golden Divine Sword, dragged the River God onto a platform, and then pressed the River God’s head down with his left hand while his right hand drew the sword, slicing out a dazzling streak of golden light, neatly decapitating the River God.
This shocking moment impacted the spirits of all the Fish Cultivators, filling their hearts with terror, unable to calm down for a long time.
Mo Hua beheaded the River God with the Sword of Divine Thought.
The entire River God Temple lost its master, and in an instant, it began shaking violently, starting to collapse.
The nightmare, too, began to collapse at an accelerated pace.
The figures of the Fish Cultivators gradually dissipated.
They were being forcibly expelled from the nightmare.
Including Yu Dahe’s two children, as well as Gu An, Gu Quan, and others, who all gradually awakened from the nightmare…
The beheaded River God, with its head severed from the body, gradually melted into a thick puddle of blood.
This pool of blood was composed of Evil Thoughts.
But there was no light-gold Divine Marrow in it.
Mo Hua frowned slightly, but with limited time, he still took a deep breath and devoured all of the River God’s Evil Thoughts into his stomach.
But he didn’t have time to refine it yet.
Calculating that he still had some time, Mo Hua returned to the main hall and arrived in front of the altar.
The altar had already been destroyed.
The Divine Statue had fallen, the offering table was overturned, the colored glass bowl was shattered, and the alien offerings were scattered all over the floor. With the collapse of the Dreamland, they were twisting and turning into strands of evil qi.
Mo Hua turned everything around the altar upside down, but found nothing of value.
No Divine Marrow.
Nothing “edible” either.
The mere remnant evil qi wasn’t enough to fill even the gaps between his teeth; Mo Hua simply didn’t care for it.
“This altar… How can it be so poor?”
Mo Hua sighed, turned to leave, but his eyes caught a glimpse of a blood-stained little fish swimming out from within the Divine Statue.
A fish that escaped the net?
Mo Hua immediately thought to pinch the little fish to death.
At this critical moment of life and death, the little fish desperately flicked its body, shedding all the filthy blood, revealing its silver-white body.
A little silver fish?
Mo Hua hesitated, his expression showing a hint of surprise. Seeing that the little silver fish bore no aura of blood evil or the contamination of the Evil God, he showed compassion and spared its life.
The trembling little silver fish nodded repeatedly at Mo Hua, as if expressing gratitude, and then with a swoosh, it turned into a streak of silver light and swam away, its destination unknown.