But it seems that there isn’t.
The River God’s dreamland has collapsed, and even if there was something, it wouldn’t be left behind.
Outside the fishing village, the demon monsters are flesh and blood, not evil spirits.
Blood leeches?
Those blood leeches, they can also be considered a kind of evil spirit.
Mo Hua pondered for a moment, then shook his head.
It’s a bit too disgusting; he didn’t really want to eat them.
Moreover, although those blood leeches are bizarrely filthy, the amount of evil thoughts they contain is not much. Even if he ate them, it would probably be like picking his teeth.
What’s more, they float in reality.
Mo Hua didn’t have any means of Divine Thought that could wreak havoc in reality.
His Divine Thought into Sword had just begun, and it’s only razor-sharp and decisively lethal in a dreamland created by Divine Sense and within his own Sea of Consciousness.
It’s unusable in reality.
Unlike that senior Sword Cultivator who cultivated his Sword into Qi, Qi into Intent, merging his Sword Weapon, Sword Qi, and Sword Intent into one.
The sword, imbued with Sword Intent, joins the real with the illusory; it can also be used in reality.
There’s nothing left to eat…
Mo Hua sighed.
Feast after hunger; after one meal comes hunger again.
Now that he’s had a meal, in the coming period, there will be nothing to eat.
The next time he wants to eat, who knows when that will be.
“Proving the Dao with Divine Sense, truly not easy.”
Mo Hua silently mused to himself.
But one can’t be greedy as a person, coveting both evil spirits and Divine Marrow…
Nobody has the family’s wealth to afford him a never-ending “feast”, never going hungry after each meal.
Even for an Evil God, that might be kind of tough.
Mo Hua nodded to himself and exited his Sea of Consciousness.
In the River God Temple of the fishing village, Mo Hua, who was in meditation, slowly opened his eyes, then saw Gu An clutching a black cloth and Gu Quan holding a stick, while others looked on with watchful eyes.
Gu An glanced at Mo Hua’s eyes, saw that his gaze was clear, and let out a little sigh of relief, but still didn’t quite dare to be at ease, so he asked:
“Young Master…”
Mo Hua smiled and said: “It’s all right now.”
That put everyone at ease, and Gu Quan also lowered his stick.
“Let’s go back,” Mo Hua said with a relaxed mood.
This trip can be considered largely a success.
The two children of Yu Dahe were rescued.
The Crossing River Dragon was caught.
The other men in black, apart from those that died, were all captured.
The dreamland of the River God Temple was destroyed, the Fish Cultivators who were controlled by the Evil God and offered their beliefs were mostly saved.
The River God was chopped off by me.
The Black Water River God was tricked to death by me.
One could say the mission has been completed satisfactorily.
The journey also brought significant gains.
The basic Divine Formation Patterns, the beginner’s Divine Thought into Sword, as well as the karmic threads of the Taixu Divine Thought Sword True Jue found on the broken Sword Weapon of that senior Sword Cultivator…
Additionally, he consumed a great amount of Divine Marrow and numerous Evil Thoughts.
The “Divine Rank” has further undergone a Quality Change.
Although the Divine Sense has not reached Seventeen Patterns, which is a bit of a pity, one must be content with what one has, and not be too greedy.
Overall, if not ten out of ten, he was at least ninety percent satisfied.
Following Mo Hua’s instructions, everyone stood up and left the River God Temple.
Mo Hua was in high spirits, his steps noticeably lighter.
But just as he had stepped out of the River God Temple, he suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart, as if something wasn’t quite right.
He always felt like he might have overlooked something…
In the depths of his mind, Mo Hua had a premonition.