Mo Hua’s delicate eyebrows knitted together.
This big eye still harbors tricks, it’s plotting something.
But what could it be plotting?
After some thought, Mo Hua realized he had no clue.
It was a remnant of the Evil God, inheriting a part of the Evil God’s will, yet the means it might possess, the cards it might hold, were completely unknown to him.
His knowledge of deities was severely lacking.
If he “ate” it and was invaded by the Evil God’s will, his Taoist Heart could be tainted, which wouldn’t bode well.
Deities aren’t like Demon Monsters.
The Divine Thought of a deity contains Divine Marrow, fundamentally different from the nature of ordinary Demon Monsters.
Through meditation, he could maintain his own heart, suppress the Evil Thoughts of Demon Monsters, but not necessarily restrain the will of a deity.
And furthermore, this deity was an “Evil God.”
No matter how he thought about it, the risk was still very high.
“In this situation, it’s better to be cautious…
Mo Hua nodded slightly.
He grasped the golden evil pupil firmly and headed toward the center of his Sea of Consciousness.
The previously motionless golden evil pupil suddenly sensed something uneasy, and asked,
“What are you planning to do, brat?”
“I’m going to show you something nice!”
Mo Hua continued as he walked.
The golden evil pupil felt an increasingly intense sense of dread.
Did this child harbor some secret within him that could even instill in it an instinctive fear?
Moments later, an aura of profound antiquity that seemed to contain the Great Dao and appeared almost godlike drifted in the air.
The golden evil pupil became rigid with shock.
It seemed to sense a venerable presence, unimaginably ancient, and filled with the essence of Dao.
Then it saw that a Taoist Stele had at some unknown time emerged in the Sea of Consciousness.
The pupil of the golden evil eye widened in astonishment.
A stele?!
The anomaly in the evil eye was keenly noticed by Mo Hua, who asked softly, “Do you… recognize this stele?”
After scrutinizing the Taoist Stele, the golden evil pupil subdued its emotions and sneered,
“Just an ancient, incomplete stele, that’s all…”
Mo Hua’s clear eyes peered doubtfully at the evil pupil.
The golden evil pupil trembled slightly, but did not show anything unusual.
Indeed, it did not know the origin of this broken stele.
At least, this stele was different from any that the Evil God knew of from its ancient inherited memories…
The suspicion in Mo Hua’s eyes deepened.