“Why can’t I see…”
“My Divine Sense…”
Mo Hua froze, unsure whether he heard “sense” or “vision.”
“…can’t see the True God’s posture, can’t see the world’s true law, can’t see the eternal Great Dao…”
“Why…”
“I’ve already…”
“Drank its eyes, brewed from the Blood…”
“Why, my eyes, still can’t become Its eyes?”
“Why, what I see, is still the dirt and ugliness of this world?”
“Why can’t I see…”
“The True God is omnipresent, it’s right here, I should be able to see…”
…
The Evil Formation Master fell into a delirious rant.
Frowning, Mo Hua couldn’t help wondering.
What madness was this Evil Formation Master undergoing?
Was his Divine Sense contaminated, and somewhat delirious, because he drank the blood brewed from that sinister eyeball?
Mo Hua turned and looked at Gu Changhuai.
Gu Changhuai was also frowning, unsure of what exactly had happened.
He, as the Dao Court Canon Supervisor, had seen many Sin Cultivators go mad and lose their reason.
But this strangely “insane” Formation Master was something he hadn’t quite encountered.
After his delirious rant, the Evil Formation Master’s limbs twitched, blood gushed out, and then he gradually stopped moving, like a dead corpse.
Moments later, he slowly regained consciousness.
The torn flesh on his body gradually healed, his skin turned paler, and his eyes bloodier.
“Why… still can’t see…”
“Is it because my faith isn’t devout enough, or is my Taoist Heart not depraved enough…”
…
Mo Hua inwardly scoffed.
Dying and still talking about being depraved…
Go be depraved in the Underworld.
Mo Hua gave Gu Changhuai a look.
Gu Changhuai’s gaze sharpened, and Gu An became fully alert.