After all, they had been lying dormant for two to three hundred years and had been recruiting evil forces everywhere; their power was probably not small.
If the Sin Cultivators were to take advantage of the terrain and ambush mid-way, then many from the Taoist Court Officers and Monster Hunters would likely perish.
Mo Hua had more than a little rapport with the Taoist Court Officers and an even deeper relationship with the Monster Hunters.
This was something Mo Hua did not want to see.
Moreover, with the true strength of the Sin Cultivators unknown, to act rashly would not yield high chances of victory.
If the Sin Cultivators managed to escape, the chances of rooting them out completely would become virtually impossible.
What’s more, all of this was still just Mo Hua’s speculation at this point.
Although there was a seventy to eighty percent likelihood, it was not something that could be confirmed without seeing it with one’s own eyes.
What if there were no Sin Cultivators behind the cliffs?
What if there was a recluse as great as Mr. Zhuang, or a high-ranking Formation Master with an unsociable temperament?
Amassing a group of Cultivators to go there would undoubtedly be provoking enmity.
Mo Hua felt a bit conflicted.
After much thought, it seemed like the best solution was for him to “venture alone into danger”…
His Divine Sense was strong, enabling him to detect danger early on, and with the Water Passing Step, ordinary Cultivators could not come near him. Moreover, what was most important now was his ability to conceal himself.
He was the only Cultivator among all Monster Hunters in Tongxian City who could conceal himself.
With the help of the Concealment Technique and Concealment Formation, his concealment was stronger than ordinary concealment techniques; even a Foundation Building Cultivator, if careless, might not be able to see through it.
If there was indeed a revered figure on the opposite side, they probably wouldn’t bother with a minor Cultivator like himself.
If the other side truly was inhabited by Sin Cultivators, sneaking over covertly would not stir the grass and startle the snake.
They killed and plundered unnoticed by gods and ghosts, and he would investigate the truth just as invisibly.
Know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be in peril.
Once the truth was ascertained, it would naturally be easier to devise a plan.
Mo Hua nodded to himself.
If he took a little risk, fewer Monster Hunters and Taoist Court Officers might die, so it was a risk worth taking.
And it was just about going there cautiously to get a rough idea of the situation on the opposite side, then sneaking back covertly.
The Sin Cultivators on the other side might not all be able to detect him.
After all, his Concealment Technique and Concealment Formation were not learned in vain.
Mo Hua gradually made up his mind:
“First, I’ll use the Concealment Technique to sneak over, probe the situation, and then sneak back.”
This way, he would not alarm the enemy, nor would he take too great a risk.
Mo Hua grabbed a handful of pebbles nearby and found a tree branch, then opened his storage bag and took out a bottle of Spiritual Ink. After sensing with his Divine Sense for a moment, he spilled the Spiritual Ink from the edge of a cliff.
The golden Spiritual Ink poured out with the momentum, and moments later, as if blocked by something, it splattered and condensed into ink patterns in the air.
“There is indeed a path.”
Mo Hua nodded, then carelessly dropped a few more pebbles, ensuring that they too hovered in mid-air, not sinking into the cliff, before he felt reassured.
Mo Hua first activated the Concealment Formation, then stimulated the Concealment Technique to hide his figure before employing the Water Passing Step to lightly jump off the cliff and into the clouds.
Moments later, a slight numbness beneath his feet signaled that he had landed on the invisible stone path.
The Spiritual Ink and pebbles he had scattered earlier were right beside his feet.
Mo Hua let out a sigh of relief.
Knowing there was a path was one thing, but actually jumping off the cliff was still rather terrifying.
Looking down, Mo Hua’s hands and feet turned to jelly, his face paled.
Beneath the cliff was an abyss thousands of feet deep; a fall would surely mean being shattered to pieces.
At that moment, he stood as if suspended in mid-air, atop the abyss.
Mo Hua took a deep breath, telling himself:
“Don’t look down, don’t look down…”
Then, mustering all his courage, he started moving forward, step by step, carefully using the tree branch to test the path ahead.
On a hidden mountain path shrouded in mist between two cliffs, an invisible minor Cultivator was quietly, step by step, making his way to the other side.
For two to three hundred years, the Monster Hunters had not discovered the hidden mountain path, and at this very moment, the Sin Cultivators had not discovered the concealed Mo Hua.