It could be sensed by the Divine Sense but was invisible to the eye.
The white light slowly stretched out and gradually condensed into a narrow human figure.
It emerged from the mud statue, shedding its shell, body like a human, face like a monster, with long whiskers, narrow eyes, and yellow fur.
This Yaoying moved stealthily, and with each gust of chilly wind, it approached Mo Hua, extending long claws, and said in a sinister voice,
“Young friend…”
“Turn around and look…”
“See for yourself who I am…”
It intended to convey this sinister whisper into the Cultivator’s dreams.
To startle him awake from his dreams.
But before it had finished speaking, the one who seemed to be “deeply asleep” suddenly turned his little head. His large eyes stared straight at it, and he asked,
“Who are you?”
The wickedly-faced Yaoying was startled.
“You weren’t sleeping?”
Immediately after, it was shocked again, “You can see me?”
“Didn’t you ask me to look at you?” Mo Hua said, puzzled.
“No, no…”
The Yaoying shook its head repeatedly; the “seeing” it referred to was in dreams, casting itself as a frightening nightmare.
Not to be actually seen with eyes in reality.
The Yaoying became somewhat panicked, “What’s going on with this boy…”
How could he see it?
Could it be… his Divine Sense was too strong?
That’s impossible, how powerful could the Divine Sense of a little child be?
“Who are you?” Mo Hua asked again.
Regaining its composure and about to show its anger, the Yaoying saw Mo Hua’s eyes clear and piercing, even carrying… a hint of strangeness, as if to see right through it.
The Yaoying’s heart skipped a beat, only to hear Mo Hua say crisply,
“Were you the thing inside the mud statue just now?”
“The clay statue of the Mountain God Temple…”
“Are you the Mountain God?”
“No, that can’t be right. The old man at the foot of the mountain told me that the Mountain God had turned evil and has already been slain.”