Gu Changhuai even reached out to steady the swaying Mo Hua.
As the carriage trembled, it turned and spun around.
The Yuan Magnetic Southerner Formation lit up, setting a direction.
The carriage then, as though guided by some mysterious force, moved forward on its own along that direction.
"Supervisor, should we..." Gu An asked worriedly.
Gu Changhuai pondered for a moment and said, "We’ll just sit in the carriage and see where it stops..."
"Yes." Gu An and Gu Quan nodded.
The carriage creaked on as it silently moved forward.
Mo Hua picked a cushion and sat down honestly.
He also wanted to see where the Yuan Magnetic Southerner Formation ultimately pointed to and where this carriage would take him.
It would be best if it could directly lead to the lair of the Evil God.
If he got off the carriage and saw an altar, it would be perfect.
Of course, it was just a thought.
He knew such good luck would not happen...
Mo Hua took out some Spirit Stones again, crushed them, and recharged the Spirit Gathering Array.
These Spirit Stones should be sufficient.
But there were still quite a few Spirit Stones left in the Storage Bag.
Mo Hua initially wanted to return the Storage Bag to Uncle Gu, but on second thought, considering Uncle Gu’s wealth and status, returning something he had given could be seen as disrespectful, looking down on this Official of the Taoist Court?
Mo Hua nodded quietly and slipped the Spirit Stones into his clothing.
This was considered a fee for his hard work.
Even without a formal assessment, it was quite reasonable for him, as a ’quasi’ Second-grade High-level Array Master, to help out and receive some Spirit Stones as compensation.
Mo Hua felt at ease.
The mechanical formation churned, and the carriage moved along with the "creak" completely on its own.
Inside the carriage was enclosed, with a heavy atmosphere all around.
Sitting in the carriage, heading to an unknown place, Mo Hua couldn’t help feeling a bit nervous, but thinking of Gu Changhuai beside him, he felt more at ease.
This was the Second Grade Territory, and judging by the carriage, it didn’t seem likely they would go too far, so clinging to Uncle Gu would be enough to keep him safe.
Mo Hua eased his mind, then turned and felt a bit bored, so he redirected his attention to the mechanical composite formation inside the carriage.
This was his first time seeing a real "mechanical formation."
It was yet another special formation system with its unique structure.
The mechanical formation inside the carriage seemed to share some common ground with the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, as well as the Soul Pivot Ultimate Formation he had seen before.
Yet, upon careful deduction, there seemed to be many discrepancies as well.
"In the future, I should find an opportunity to study mechanical formations too..."
If he could learn mechanical formations and integrate them with the Soul Pivot Ultimate Formation, coordinating the two, he might be able to create a "Puppet Army"...
Mo Hua couldn’t help but imagine.
Thus, as Mo Hua pondered, while the mechanical formation flowed, the carriage continued its journey...
No one knew how long it went on before the carriage suddenly halted.
It seemed they had arrived at their destination.
Their expressions subtly grew somber.
Gu An gave Gu Changhuai a querying glance, whispering, "Should we get out?"
Gu Changhuai shook his head slightly.
"Let’s wait and see."
They all waited in the carriage, not making any rash moves.
After another short while, amid the sound of water and the bumping of a boat awning, it seemed something was coming ashore.
At the same time, a clear male voice sounded:
"It’s not the fifteenth yet, why have you brought people over?"
Inside the carriage, Gu Changhuai and his companions remained silent.
The atmosphere momentarily tensed.
The man outside, sounding puzzled, said: "Why aren’t you speaking? Angry? Didn’t you before..."
Before the man could finish speaking, he realized something was amiss.
His face changed, and an inexplicable Evil Qi emanated from him, seemingly soaked in icy blood and ruthless malice.
Sensing this aura, Mo Hua’s pupils shrank slightly.
This aura...
Could this man be...
The Water Yama?!