Is he what?
If he were a mere mortal, could he have Dao Hua-ed his Divine Thought?
No... That should be impossible. Such a shocking matter, it has never heard of in all its years of existence.
At the root of it, how could a cultivator with a mortal body perform Divine Thought transformation to complete "Dao Hua"?
This process not only requires a massive amount of Divine Sense, quality change in Divine Thought, understanding of the "Dao", but also exceedingly rare "Divine Essence"...
Even for deities, to further "Dao Hua" is laden with challenges.
Let alone a mere little cultivator.
Lord Yellow Mountain relaxed, sighed, "Nothing."
It was overthinking...
Mo Hua blinked, afraid to ask more, fearing that if he did, he might reveal too much.
Despite Lord Yellow Mountain’s destitution, it has lived long, and its experiences are still exceedingly rich; if he says too much, it might just be able to figure things out.
This matter of "Divine Sense Sublimation", Mo Hua doesn’t know its implications.
What if it’s something truly significant, a forbidden secret that can’t be disclosed, can’t be known by anyone or any deity.
If leaked out, it could result in a deadly disaster.
And if Lord Yellow Mountain guessed it...
Then, he’d have no choice but to silence it!
Mo Hua sighed.
He didn’t have many deity friends.
Unless absolutely necessary, he didn’t really want to lose this "good friend".
Lord Yellow Mountain suddenly felt a cold wind blowing across, making it feel chilly at the neck.
It couldn’t help but glance at Mo Hua, somewhat anxious, saying:
"Little friend, maybe you are..."
"Nothing." Mo Hua smiled reassuringly, then looked up at the sky and added: "It’s getting late, I have to go, there’s more to do next..."
Lord Yellow Mountain felt a weight lifted from its shoulders.
It seemed as if the bloody guillotine hanging over its head just faded away like that.
"Little friend, take care!" Lord Yellow Mountain chuckled.
Mo Hua nodded and walked out, but just when he stepped one foot outside, he suddenly looked back at Lord Yellow Mountain.
Lord Yellow Mountain’s heart tightened, forcing a smile, "Little friend, is there anything else?"
Mo Hua glanced around, asking: "Mountain Lord, your temple is quite rundown, should I find someone to fix it?"
Lord Yellow Mountain’s expression turned slightly stern, hurriedly saying: "Mountain Lord appreciates the kindness, but although this temple is dilapidated, leaking wind and rain, I am used to residing here."
"As the saying goes, a grand temple for the major god, a small temple for the minor god; this rundown temple is just right for this destitute minor mountain god."
"Oh..." Mo Hua nodded, his gaze toward Lord Yellow Mountain suddenly intensified, slowly asking:
"Mountain Lord, are you... hiding from something?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Lord Yellow Mountain’s face instantly changed.