Mo Hua’s eyes glimmered faintly, shimmering with phantoms, the pupils pitch black. Atop the Divine Sense Incarnation within his Sea of Consciousness, an eerie “Taoist Robe” also draped itself.
His Divine Sense poured out like the tide.
And the Spiritual Ink rose from the bottle, condensing into lines that fell to the ground, merged with the earth, and like thin threads or blood serpents, they secretly, snakily, spread out layer upon layer…
The sky grew dim, and dusk enveloped everything.
The people were unaware that something terrifying was creeping on the ground, weaving together like a spider spins its web, interlinking layer upon layer, gradually taking form…
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The Spiritual Meat was tender, requiring little time to cook.
Soon, Mo Hua had finished boiling the meat.
He served it in a bowl as big as his face, bringing it outside to eat alone, savoring both the meat and the soup with evident delight.
The others watched him silently.
They were surprised that this youngster truly could cook, and they were also somewhat astonished that the dishes he made smelled quite appetizing.
But they all refrained from disturbing Mo Hua.
As if no matter how well Mo Hua ate, his meal was still a “last supper.”
The sold children, unaware of who the buyers were or what they were bought for…
Whether to be raised, enslaved, or used for Alchemy, Refining Rune, or Artifact Refining…
Whether they lived or died was another matter.
So to call it a “last supper” was not inappropriate.
Mo Hua finished the entire bowl of meat, his belly round and full. After drinking the soup, he felt warm and content.
He then poured himself a cup of wine from the table, held it with both hands, and walked over to Boss Jiang, offering him a toast.
Boss Jiang was somewhat surprised.
Mo Hua, holding the wine bowl, said earnestly:
“Thank you, big brothers, for looking after me along the way. I toast to you all, to send the big brothers on your journey!”
Mo Hua lifted his bowl and drank it down in one gulp.
Boss Jiang couldn’t help but to smile, though internally he sneered. Still, he lifted his bowl of wine. But halfway through his drink, he suddenly realized that something was off with Mo Hua’s words…
Send the big brothers on their journey?
On what journey?
Boss Jiang was taken aback.
And while Mo Hua took advantage of the moment while he was toasting to attract everyone’s attention, he quietly shattered a Storage Bag of Spirit Stones, and with his Divine Thought, activated the Formation.
Ripples of Spiritual Power spread out.
Boss Jiang knew something was wrong. His expression turned fierce as he sharply turned to Mo Hua.
He reached out to grab Mo Hua, but suddenly Mo Hua was enveloped in a mist of water, formless and elusive, drifting uncertainly.
When Boss Jiang tried to grasp him, it was as if he tried to catch a handful of mist, palpable yet containing nothing.
When he looked again, Mo Hua had already floated away, now standing in a corner.
Graceful as a startled swan, fleeting as a passing river, simultaneously real and illusionary.
“What kind of movement technique is this?!”
Boss Jiang was shocked and wanted to pursue. But then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a sight that made his temples twitch.
Without them knowing when, the ground had suddenly sprouted an intricate web of vivid red Patterns. Against the twilight, they were strikingly bright. Spiritual Power flowed within them like streams of lava, encircling each and every one of them!
“A Killing Formation?!!”
Boss Jiang’s heart shook violently, and he looked on in horror.
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