Then, Mo Hua began to use ordinary Spiritual Ink to draw the Evil Patterns left by Crossing River Dragon around the well.
The pale gold Divine Thought followed the flow of Mo Hua’s brush and ink, infiltrating into the Formation Patterns.
The Formation Patterns under Mo Hua’s brush began to merge into a pale gold glow invisible to ordinary people, a glow transcendent of the Divine Sense of common Cultivators and akin to the Divine Thought of deities.
Mo Hua painted with great concentration and caution.
And this time, after he finished, the Formation indeed took effect.
Mo Hua could faintly sense that the Formation Patterns he drew possessed a mysterious “Divine Way Force,” resonating with the bone tiles, drawing out some sort of Evil Power originating from the depths of the well associated with the Evil God, gradually releasing outwards…
The well trembled, the atmosphere changed drastically, and a scarlet Blood Mist surged up from the bottom of the well once again.
A look of joy appeared on Mo Hua’s face.
He succeeded!
The gate to the Evil God’s home was opened by him!
That is to say, the key to the Evil God’s front door is now in his own hands!
“Should I go in?”
Mo Hua stared at the Blood Mist at the bottom of the well for a moment and felt that he should not take risks, so he dropped a Little Tiger down to check things out.
Little Tiger landed without the sound of water.
Mo Hua nodded slightly.
This meant that the well was dry and the inside was barren.
Mo Hua manipulated Little Tiger with his Divine Sense and continued to explore ahead. There were no obstructions along the way, neither Cultivators nor other structures.
Mo Hua frowned.
“Could it be that this well is empty?”
After walking a little longer, there was suddenly a “plop,” and it seemed Little Tiger fell into water.
Then, in just an instant, a formidable force attacked, and in Mo Hua’s perception, the Little Tiger that was sent to scout was crushed to dust in an instant.
A chill went through Mo Hua’s heart.
What on earth was this…
A Cultivator? Or a Monster Beast?
Was this the true “guard dog” at the front door of the Evil God?
Mo Hua felt somewhat troubled.