Simultaneously, the surrounding masonry settings all cracked, their interiors already turning into fine powder!
No scent of Blood Qi.
No external force.
No remnants of Spiritual Power.
Could it be… Divine Sense?
Were these bricks, mortar, and porcelains, inadvertently smashed by the overflowing Divine Sense?
True Man Situ gasped sharply.
Divine Sense… shattered…
What exactly did this small cultivator establish?
…
At this moment, in an unknown void.
Yin souls wailed harshly, Gui Qi pervading.
With remnants of souls everywhere, weaving a terrifyingly enormous web.
This web, covering heaven and shielding the earth, seemed like a vast shadowy Large Formation, containing endless Gui Tao trickeries and the deadly aura of extinction.
At this moment, a dreadful shadow opened its eyes.
Within his eyes, pitch-blackness.
As if countless Deceit Patterns were condensed within.
“Back Ruins Heaven Burial is now in my hands…”
“But my Planting Devil in Taoist Heart… is missing… a trace of its origin…”
“Was it… erased…”
“Or was it… consumed…”
He hadn’t spoken aloud, but numerous yin souls seemed to do it on his behalf.
Clustered voices, intermingling, indistinguishable in their sharp and piercing nature, potentially harmful to Divine Thought.
“Evil God, or Heavenly Demon… dare to consume… my Demon Thought?”
The shadow calculated with his fingers, a Dao robe of Void appearing on him, densely flowing with Deceit Patterns.
A name emerged…
“Mo… Hua…”
“… Who is it?”
The shadow’s dark gaze condensed, trying to calculate again, only to find the Heavenly secret obscured, clouded, indistinct.
“Is it… my junior brother…”
“But you… are already dead… can’t hide it anymore…”
The shadow’s gaze became fierce. Amidst fear and struggle, the numerous yin souls were devoured by the Dao robe of Void, turning to ash, while his Tricky Calculation of Heavenly secret advanced further.
In the vague mist, he almost saw a small human face…
Just then, a Corpse King with a warped and twisted aura due to karmic mutation leapt out from the obscure causality, its eyes blood-red, its face fierce, biting fiercely into the shadow.
This bite swallowed countless yin souls and also severed the causality.
The shadow startled, slightly incredulous.
“This is… my nurtured Taoist Demon?”
“It… is biting me?”
This Corpse King, hidden in the obscure causation, seemed to be “protecting its master” as well as “protecting its food.”
Not allowing others to covet its “master,” nor allowing others to covet its “food.”
A trace of vindictive spirit appeared in the shadow’s eyes, then gradually calmed down.
A Taoist Demon, a being of Great Dao’s karmic mutation.
Conforming to the Dao yet defying it.
Hidden in causality, perilously unpredictable, and elusive.
This Taoist Demon he had nurtured, he could not kill it now…
The shadow fell silent, an all-encompassing deathly stillness, then his Deceit Pattern faded, retracting his Dao robe, returning to normal.
“We will meet again…”
His pitch-black pupils, irregular Deceit Patterns flickering between light and shadow.
In the land of void, thousands of yin souls, fiercely wailing, simultaneously shouting the name that knows neither cause nor effect:
“Mo Hua.”
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(End of the Wandering Volume)