Moreover, the robes had even clearer Sequential Formation Patterns!
This meant that the forest and the black robe formations were part of the same system.
He could "replicate" the Sequential Formation Patterns to communicate with the Divine Compound Formation system within the forest, utilizing the formations from the opposite side to conceal his aura.
This way, besides his concealment skills, he also had Divine Sense isolation.
Even if they entered the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, it wouldn’t be easy for them to be discovered.
Mo Hua nodded in acceptance.
He took out two Taoist Robes, one large and one small.
Both of these Taoist Robes were customized spiritual tools, without formations drawn on them yet.
The smaller one was for himself, and the larger one was originally intended for drawing a formation to sell.
Now it could be used as "formation media."
Using the available time, Mo Hua first drew the same type of Divine Tao Array as that in the dense forest on both Taoist Robes and modified the Sequential Formation Patterns.
Now the two Taoist Robes had a similarity to the black robe worn by the monster cultivators.
Mo Hua handed the larger Taoist Robe to Xun Ziyou.
"Elder, put this on."
Xun Ziyou was baffled.
Mo Hua simply said, "To conceal the aura, so we can sneak into the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons..."
The complex principles of the formation weren’t explained, as he guessed Elder Xun wouldn’t quite understand if he did.
Xun Ziyou nodded knowingly and complied by putting on the Taoist Robe.
With preparations complete, the two patiently waited on the tree.
During their idle moments, Mo Hua observed the monster cultivators below.
The more he looked, the more complex Mo Hua’s feelings became.
These seemingly ruthless, bloodthirsty monster cultivators were mostly like him once, disciples of the sects within the Qianxue state boundary.
But now, it seemed almost impossible for them to return to their human selves.
Once they practiced Demon Technique, both body and mind would gradually align with monster beasts, preventing them from ever turning back...
Mo Hua sighed lightly.
Afterwards, he reflected deeply.
These disciples led astray or forced to practice demon skills seemed to predominantly come from medium and small families...
Such was the case for the young monster cultivator who was just slain.
Previously, the "missing" and "dead" disciples from the Demon Refining Mountain records had the same background.
In this world, loose cultivators are small fry, small families are small fish, and great families are big fish.
Small fish eat small fry.
Big fish eat not only small fry but small fish as well.
This oppression is not only reflected in family influences.
Within sects, among disciples, various forms of bullying and suppression occur too...
The Evil God, or the henchmen of the Evil God, seemed to exploit this ’oppression’ for infiltration.
But is that really all there is?
Mo Hua frowned deeply.
The children of medium and small families being oppressed, forced to submit, and thus infiltrated by the Evil God to become its henchmen.
But what about the descendants of other great families?
Would the Evil God truly spare them?
Mo Hua’s eyes showed some heaviness.
Time steadily passed.
Beside the Blood Creek below, before the White Bone Shore, monster beasts clustered, and the atmosphere shifted from noisy to quiet, and then to a stifling silence.
Finally, without noticing it, night fell on the sixteenth.
The moon was full, but carried a hint of eeriness.
The blood in the creek began to boil, and the bones on both sides trembled slightly.
The gathered monster beasts also found it hard to bear their restlessness and fear.
In the distance, a surge of bloody karmic aura arose suddenly.
Mo Hua’s eyes sharpened, knowing that the great gate to the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons hidden in darkness was slowly opening...