Fortunately, after a little while, the group finally emerged from the "Ghost Path."
The Yin energy faded, Mo Hua could also see that the ghosts were all dispersing.
Only then did Mr. Hui remove the lampstand from Shen Qingsheng.
He didn't really want to kill Shen Qingsheng after all.
Not knowing what lay ahead, it was better to keep a living person as a reserve, even for lighting the lamp.
If Shen Qingsheng died, then Mo Hua would have to be used to light the lamp.
To use Mo Hua as the lamp, honestly, he was somewhat reluctant.
Beyond the Ghost Path, amidst the depths of the Mass Graves, the blood in the hand of the Demon Sect leader trembled more vigorously.
It seemed to resonate with something of the bloodline.
For the first time, on the face of this grim and imposing Demon Sect leader, Mo Hua felt a distinct emotion.
The Demon Sect leader, moving his hefty body, continued walking forward.
After a while, everyone came to a spacious area of the mountain.
On the surface, this area looked ordinary, but oddly, despite being within the Mass Graves, there wasn't a single corpse around this mountain area.
It seemed as if this place was a sanctuary.
Or perhaps, it was a certain inviolable "Holy Land."
The blood in the hands of the Demon Sect leader pulsed restlessly. His voice was deep and hoarse, suppressing a hint of excitement:
"This is the place..."
Mo Hua's heart tightened involuntarily.
He could feel that he was close to something...
Something with significant karma with him.
Even making him inexplicitly excited deep down.
But as to what exactly, Mo Hua couldn't say for the moment...
The Demon Sect leader, relying on the bloodline sense in his hand, took a circle around, then stopped at a blank mountain wall.
The mountain wall was broad, with nothing upon it.
The Dragon Pattern lit up, Evil Power possessed, and with a roar like a dragon, the Demon Sect leader smashed the mountain wall with a single punch.
Stone shards fell, dust billowed.
When the dust settled, behind the mountain wall revealed a huge and grand entrance.
This door was also forged from bright yellow copper ore, inlaid with various gemstones, engraved with exquisite reliefs, noble and magnificent.
Behind the door, a golden palace with flying pavilions and floating eaves, brilliant and dazzling to the extreme.
This was a Divine Temple.
Seeing such ostentatious majesty, golden brilliance in the somber Mass Graves, everyone felt a sense of awe and oddity.
But Mo Hua slightly frowned.
He felt that this Divine Temple gave off an air of familiarity everywhere.
"Familiar..."
Mo Hua examined the surroundings of the Divine Temple, then, unable to help himself, his gaze fell on the jeweled, luxurious entrance.
On the door were reliefs.
The reliefs depicted a deity dazzling in golden light.
This deity held a Mountain Spear, adorned in chain-link Golden Armor, with a long, stern face, eyes severe, and an expression exuding a compelling aura of dominance over all beings.
Mo Hua stared at it for a long time, slowly opening his mouth in surprise.
This face...
This is... Lord Yellow Mountain?!
In the depths of Solitary Mountain City, beneath the corpse-statue coffin at the Mass Graves, this luxurious golden palace is... Lord Yellow Mountain's Divine Temple?!