“Mortal eyes, naturally, can’t see through the truth of this world.”
“But to transform divinity and transcend mortality is not an overnight achievement.”
“Master seems a bit too eager for success…”
Mo Hua realized, no, it was “Master Yuan” who realized, and he admired:
“Worthy of being Venerable, truly insightful, and admirable.”
“Master Yuan flatters me,” Fire Buddha replied humbly, “The superficial understanding of a practitioner of Buddhism is not worth mentioning.”
Mo Hua wasn’t sure whether to “flatter” him further.
Logically, with Fire Buddha being so modest, he should continue praising him.
But with the reclusive and malignant nature of “Master Yuan,” he might not enjoy “flattering” others…
Even if that other person was Fire Buddha.
Mo Hua was somewhat conflicted.
Fortunately, before Mo Hua could be further conflicted, Fire Buddha began to flatter him instead.
“Master Yuan is skilled in Formations, his Divine Thought transcends, his understanding of the Great Dao of this world is incomprehensible to ordinary people…”
Mo Hua responded with reserved pride:
“You overpraise me, Venerable…”
“Formation Arts are profound and vast, I too have learned only the basics, knowing that everything in this world is but remnants of the Great Dao, superficial and fluctuating.”
“Common folk cannot see through this, their Taoist hearts become clouded, and though they seek tirelessly, eventually they will all be ground away by the Great Dao…”
Mo Hua mixed concepts about Formations, Great Dao, and Taoist Heart together, seriously explaining them to Fire Buddha.
Fire Buddha was silent for a long while and slowly said:
“Master, you are indeed a person with great ‘Spiritual Roots’!”
Fire Buddha continued:
“These days, Master Yuan has been aggrieved…”
“The alcohol is inferior…”
“Once the Holy Temple is constructed, we must sacrifice living people in the temple, and then we will kill a batch of Top-Grade Spiritual Root sacrifices, take their refined essence blood, and brew wine for the Master…”
Mo Hua frowned, feeling a chill in his heart.
The Holy Temple… was this the Demon Palace?
Do Demon Cultivators give themselves a facade of sanctity, calling it “holy” instead of “demonic”?
And live human sacrifices?
This indeed seemed like something Demon Cultivators would do…
But to require Top-Grade Spiritual Root sacrifices…
Was his own Mid-Lower Grade Spiritual Root quality not even qualified to be a “sacrifice”?
Mo Hua felt complex emotions.
He didn’t know whether to be angry or relieved.
Even mere Demon Cultivators, it turned out, practiced Spiritual Root discrimination!