Every single movement of his was crystal clear to Mo Hua.
And Crossing River Dragon, clearly, was still totally unaware.
Thus, Mo Hua kept watching. Crossing River Dragon kept swimming, and as dusk approached, Mo Hua started to feel a bit anxious.
He could rest for two days at a time, and this was already the second day.
By nightfall, he would have to return to his sect for classes.
But he had followed this far; missing out now could mean losing the thread, perhaps never to find such an opportunity again.
Moreover, matters concerning the Evil God were better handled sooner rather than later.
Mo Hua clenched his teeth and sent a message to Gu Changhuai:
“Uncle Gu, I’ve made a significant discovery, please ask the sect to grant me one day off!”
Uncle Gu was a Supervisor at the Taoist Court. His interceding would carry more weight than if Mo Hua requested it himself.
Today, no matter what, he had to uncover the secrets of Crossing River Dragon and the small fishing village’s Evil God…
Mo Hua’s gaze was unwavering.
Afterwards, Crossing River Dragon, just like before, swam leisurely back and forth in the Mistwater River, even catching a few fish, until the sky darkened and he finally came ashore.
Upon landing, he did as he had done previously, taking out his fish basket, filling it with the few dead fish he had caught, and carrying it back to the small fishing village.
Mo Hua followed stealthily behind.
As they entered the small fishing village, Crossing River Dragon looked around cautiously. Still, he took the same route as before, turned into the same narrow lane, and then disappeared straight away.
Mo Hua’s brows furrowed slightly.
But this time, he had an inkling of what was going on.
The night was pitch-black and the moonlight chilled.
Gradually, the atmosphere in the air became more oppressive.
Stepping on the slightly damp ground within the small fishing village, inhaling the increasingly intense fishy scent, Mo Hua headed straight for the well at the back of the village.
Upon reaching the well, a glint appeared in Mo Hua’s eyes.
Indeed, Crossing River Dragon was here as well!
As Mo Hua approached quietly, he saw Crossing River Dragon place the fish basket aside, then take out a brush and an inkstone from his bosom.
The brush bristles were black, seemingly made from human hair.
The inkstone was white, eerily bone-like. After grinding for a moment, actual blood flowed out.
Crossing River Dragon dipped the brush made of human hair into the blood ink from the bone inkstone and started drawing extremely peculiar, primitive and obscure Patterns around the well.
Seeing this, Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart.
“Is this… Evil Path Formation Patterns?”
This Crossing River Dragon was actually a Formation Master?
Next to the odd well, Crossing River Dragon, with devoted eyes and a humble expression, continued to draw the blood-red Formation Patterns.
Mo Hua secretly watched from the side.
As the number of Formation Patterns increased, the aura within the well grew increasingly eerie.
Finally, when Crossing River Dragon finished drawing all the Formation Patterns, the well trembled violently, and then, it seemed as if causality had been reversed.
To Mo Hua’s senses, the well had become something completely different…
An overwhelmingly pungent, fishy stench with a hint of rot hit him in the face.
A ghastly scarlet mist began to billow out from the well, gradually spreading outward and eventually enveloping the entire small fishing village.
It was as if the “Seal” of this well had been opened…
Mo Hua was shocked. His gaze fixed upon the formation at the edge of the well, intense and serious.
What exactly was this Formation…
That it could contain the aura of an Evil God at the bottom of a well…
Mo Hua furrowed his brows deeply, lost in thought, when suddenly an idea surfaced in his mind.
“Seal…”
Mo Hua’s pupils constricted.
Could this possibly be… what Lord Yellow Mountain spoke of, the almost lost…
Divine Tao Array?!