"Can you get out from there?"
"Possibly."
Shen Qingsheng didn't understand, but knowing Mo Hua's cunning nature, wherever he went, even if it wasn't an escape, it was at least a way to survive.
The place was filled with vengeful spirits eager to devour human souls.
Not wanting to stay, Shen Qingsheng followed Mo Hua.
After a few steps, Mo Hua turned to him, "Are you following me?"
Shen Qingsheng sneered, "The path is here, if you can walk it, why can't I?"
Mo Hua silently looked at him, nodded, and said, "Fine, you can follow me."
With a flick of his finger, a faint golden light formed into Divine Mist Formation Patterns, some inscribed on Shen Qingsheng, some on himself.
"This is a formation for concealing auras," Mo Hua said, "Don't break it; if the formation breaks and the aura leaks, not even I can save you from being surrounded by ghostly spirits."
Shen Qingsheng looked at the golden patterns on himself, shocked:
"This little ghost named Mo Hua can draw formations even in dreams? Good thing I didn't act rashly just now..."
"Alright." Shen Qingsheng nodded.
Mo Hua continued walking deeper into the Taoist Field.
He had searched the outside, but found no trace of Elder Xun Ziyou, Master Gu, or Master Fan, so they should be deeper in the Divine Temple.
Where the Evil Embryo lay.
"I hope Elder Xun and the others are safe..."
Mo Hua thought silently.
So Mo Hua walked ahead, Shen Qingsheng followed, and together they walked step by step through the golden copper man-filled Taoist Field toward the deeper part of the Divine Temple.
Along the way, golden copper men were everywhere.
On the copper men, many vengeful souls were bound, sealed, and suffering in pain and despair, struggling with sorrowful faces.
They seemed to faintly sense the deep hatred and cause-and-effect walking past them.
But due to Mo Hua's Divine Mist Formation, they couldn't detect Shen Qingsheng's aura, only ranting and growling in fury.
A deep, bloody hatred was suppressed.
Astonishing anger brewed.
The more Shen Qingsheng walked, the more uneasy he felt, seeing the ugly copper men and hideous vengeful souls around him, he couldn't help but curse:
"These things, ugly and vile, what are they even doing here..."
Mo Hua paused, slowly turned his head, and looked at Shen Qingsheng coldly, "These are all the 'masterpieces' of your Shen family..."