In just a few breaths, it’s been... unlocked?
Is this little ancestor also a formation master?!
Sword Bone suddenly recalled that back when they first clashed, this little ancestor used a formation to blast him until he was nearly devoid of flesh.
But something’s not right...
This is the formation of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, how can he unlock it so quickly?
What is his true identity?
Have I underestimated this little ancestor?
Sword Bone was deeply worried at that moment.
"No choice, I must find a way to escape from him quickly, or even if I become a Sword Demon, I’ll be suppressed eternally with no chance of a comeback."
Mo Hua ignored the thoughts of the Sword Demon, instead he erased the traces on the lock, quietly closed the door, then turned and walked into the Stone Palace of the Formation.
The Stone Palace of the Formation is spacious and magnificently decorated.
Just as Mo Hua expected.
Inside, there’s a large stockpile of formation materials and formation pattern drafts.
However, most of these materials seem made from the skin and bones, and blood of either humans or monster beasts.
The formation pattern drafts are chaotic and complex, but most of them are related to the Four Symbols Monster Pattern, filled with eerie and bizarre elements.
In the center of the hall, there is a massive stone table, likely used for drawing formations.
Aside from that, there are just some formation-related tools.
And at the deepest part of the hall stands a large, awe-inspiring, terrifying statue of a Sheep-Horned Demon Monster!
Mo Hua looked at it, and his heart trembled.
Sheep horns!
Great Wilderness Evil God!
After dealing with the Great Wilderness Evil God for so long, he naturally knew that the sheep horns symbolize this Evil God to a certain extent!
"Finally, caught another of the Evil God’s ’weak points’!"
Mo Hua stepped towards the statue.
The Sword Demon within the severed sword suddenly felt immense fear, hurriedly saying:
"No, ancestor, don’t go over there!"
Mo Hua ignored it, approaching the statue, looking left and right, and even touched it, sighing regretfully.
"It’s a fake..."
No evil thoughts are parasitic here, let alone any Evil God.
The Sword Demon broke out in a cold sweat — despite being just bones and unable to sweat — it was still utterly terrified.
Mo Hua glanced behind the statue, his eyes brightened.
"An altar!"
Behind the statue of the giant Sheep-Horned Demon Monster was hidden a small altar.
On the altar was a sheep skull, surrounded by offerings and lit with ghastly green candles.
Seeing the altar, Sword Bone’s pupils trembled, his entire skeletal body shaking, "No... no..."
But before finishing, Mo Hua lightly leaped onto the altar, touched the sheep skull, sniffed the offerings, and wrinkled his brows.
"Is it fake?"
What does it mean?
Mo Hua was somewhat perplexed.
Such a vast demon valley like the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, with so many monster beasts and nurturing so many monster cultivators, yet they’ve painstakingly arranged such tight formations.
But they don’t worship a real Evil God?
Even a polluted deity, an embodiment of an Evil God, or even divine remains would work.
Could it be...
Mo Hua pondered in his mind.
The Valley of Ten Thousand Demons is located at Refining Demon Mountain.
Refining Demon Mountain lies within the Fifth Grade Qianxue State Boundary, where there are many powerful cultivators, so the Evil God dares not descend in its true form?
Can only offer an empty altar?
Mo Hua thought it was very possible.
He rummaged around the Stone Palace looking for any other clues, especially concerning the Divine Way formation.
However, as he’s acting sneakily now, afraid of being discovered, he can’t search thoroughly, even less can he "dig three feet deep," so his findings were minimal.