The remnants of the Zhang Family ancestors' souls dwelt within the Ancestral Master Picture, and they would rarely venture out unless they were seeking sustenance.
The Ancestral Master Picture was last in my hands, completely intact.
After it was stolen by Mo Hua and later retrieved, several of the Zhang Family ancestors had already disappeared...
They must have sought sustenance in this kid's Sea of Consciousness and then been "eaten" by him... Continue your journey on empire
Just like what they're doing now...
Zhang Quan's face turned deathly pale.
Elder Song also showed a look of horror.
After all this trouble, this kid isn't the feast.
They are!!
Mo Hua was momentarily startled, then smiled, revealing gleaming white teeth, "You've guessed it..."
Zhang Quan and Elder Song shuddered.
Elder Song said harshly, "Offending our Zhang Family won't do you any good!"
Yet there was a hint of bluster in his tone.
Zhang Quan also spat out hatefully, "The ancestors won't let you off!"
Mo Hua remained unfazed.
Moreover, he even licked his lips, his gaze somewhat intriguing.
Zhang Quan was taken aback, followed by a horrified look in his eyes.
No... It can't be...
This kid... he wouldn't even think of "eating" the Zhang Family's ancestor, would he?!
Elder Song realized it too.
In an instant, a great fear rose in their hearts.
That was their Zhang Family's Ancestral Master!
Somebody actually had the audacity, the sheer gall, to contemplate their Ancestral Master.
What frightened them even more was that.
This young Cultivator, with profound Divine Sense, was unfathomable.
And with deep strategies, his methods were terrifying.
Facing the calculated without being aware, it was truly possible to endanger their Zhang Family's Ancestral Master!
Seeing the expressions on their faces, Mo Hua sighed:
"You know too much..."
Then, under the terrified gazes of Zhang Quan and Elder Song, he flicked his finger, and a fireball burst into existence, Spiritual Power surging, blasting the two of them until only their specters remained, on the brink of dissolution...
The Sea of Consciousness cleared up significantly in an instant.
Mo Hua exhaled in relief, sat down cross-legged, and began to ponder a question:
"Should I 'eat' them or not?"
Havię them, his Divine Sense would strengthen, but it likely wouldn't reach Thirteen Stripes.
From twelve to thirteen, a bottleneck exists in Divine Sense, not so easy to break through.
Besides, after "eating" them, it would take time to assimilate.
He didn't have this time now.
In the Ancestral Master Picture, there were still many Zhang Family ancestors, and if they broke in while he was assimilating, it would be bad news.
He was alone, while the entire lineage of the Zhang Family was in that picture.
It meant he was facing the collective might of the Zhang Family's ancestral Zombies.
Mo Hua shook his head.
One or two, or even three or four, he was not afraid, but once the numbers increased, it would become harder to manage, with no room for error.
If he showed a weakness and got injured, and was then besieged, the trouble would be immense.
This was happening in the Corpse Mine, not in his master and fellow disciples' cave residence, without his master's watchful eye, nor the help of junior brothers and sisters, having no one to back him up in case of danger.
So he needed to be cautious, ever more cautious.
Especially since, on the other side, there was the old Ancestral Master.
Mo Hua didn't know what trump cards this ancestor Zhang Quan held, nor had he ever fought him.
But it goes without saying, having lived so long and eaten so many Cultivators, this Ancestral Master's Divine Thought was surely strong, his scheming undoubtedly profound, his methods numerous.
Going on like this, not only was he outnumbered, but he was also beset by formidable opponents.
Adding difficulty upon difficulty.