Mo Hua eavesdropped on the conversation between Jin Gui and the monster cultivator.
Everything was just as he had anticipated.
The Chamber of Evil Instruments had been blown up, leaving a scene of devastation.
The old monster cultivator, who was forging the Evil Sword, had gone insane, leaving behind a trace of his flesh, along with the corpses of two monster cultivators at the scene.
The two monster cultivators died miserably, with cuts from jointed limbs on their bodies, clearly killed by strangulation from a Centipede Demon.
It was evident that there had been a deadly battle during their lifetimes.
The old monster cultivator was the one who acted.
Besides that, the Artifact Refining Bone Furnace, Blood Pool, Evil Sword, Formation, everything was destroyed, tainted with dirty blood, making it impossible for anyone to distinguish what’s problematic and what’s not.
Jin Gui was furious, yet he could only smooth things over.
Being the one in charge, any slip-up would lead to the leader or the young master questioning his capabilities.
Therefore, it was best to keep this matter small.
He didn’t dare to make it a big issue.
As for Ouyang Mu, with his Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivation, being taciturn, even if he luckily survived, he wouldn’t be suspected.
Jin Gui was also relieved that Ouyang Mu didn’t die when the Chamber of Evil Instruments collapsed, otherwise he would be in big trouble.
Thus, Little Wood was temporarily safe.
As for Ling Huxiao and Song Jian, their situation was still okay.
After all, it was not yet the time when "the picture reveals the dagger".
He could leave for a while.
Mo Hua went to see the three of Ling Huxiao, saying, "I’m going to scout, and it might take a few days before I come back. Be careful, all of you."
Ling Huxiao nodded solemnly.
Ouyang Mu said, "Brother Mo, take care."
Song Jian, though keeping a stern face and saying nothing, felt a sudden emptiness inside.
When Mo Hua was around, although he was often in hiding and unseen, Song Jian always felt much more at ease and even had some jerky to eat.
But now with Mo Hua gone, he suddenly felt particularly insecure.
Song Jian’s mood became tangled.
Mo Hua, being unconcerned about him, gradually hid his figure and disappeared.
Ling Huxiao and the others exchanged glances, feeling that with Mo Hua gone, the Ten Thousand Demons Prison seemed to have suddenly become "ominous" again.
...
In the Ten Thousand Demons Prison, at the top of a cell.
Mo Hua gradually revealed his figure.
Around him, there were no signs of monster cultivators, only the huge chained monster beasts growling softly by themselves.
Mo Hua took out half of a Bone Sword and asked, "Where to go?"
The half Bone Sword was silent, with no response.
Mo Hua threatened, "If you don’t speak up, I’ll destroy you."
Sure enough, a vague, old voice came from the sword, "Wait... little ancestor... I spoke..."
The voice paused for a moment and then continued.
"...you didn’t hear it..."
Mo Hua listened intently, and after a moment, he realized that the old monster cultivator was indeed talking, but it wasn’t through "speaking", it was more like...
"Divine Sense Voice Transmission."
Mo Hua was slightly stunned, "You can use Divine Sense Voice Transmission?"
The old monster cultivator sighed, "I’ve already died, without the flesh, only residual thought force, so as long as I speak, it’s ’Divine Sense Voice Transmission’..."
"Oh, right." Mo Hua suddenly understood.
Then he asked again, "If I don’t speak, can you perceive it when I use Divine Sense Voice Transmission?"
The old monster cultivator was a bit speechless, but he didn’t dare call Mo Hua "ignorant", speaking tactfully:
"Little ancestor, you jest, cultivators below the Feather Transformation Realm can’t ’Divine Sense Voice Transmission’."
"Why can it be done only after Feather Transformation?" Mo Hua asked seriously.
"This..." The old monster cultivator said awkwardly, "I am merely at Foundation Establishment, thousands of miles away from the Feather Transformation Realm, the specifics in between... this old one is ignorant, not very clear..."
"Oh." Mo Hua was somewhat displeased.
This old creature was somewhat like a half-filled bucket, knowing the result but not the reason.
But it didn’t matter.