Chapter 606: So Rude
"Elder of the Heavenly Dao Sect… Elder Yuhua…"
Mo Hua was stunned, a little disappointed.
If it were an elder from another sect, he might have had the chance to visit in the future, build connections, chat over tea, and maybe ask a few questions about the Bagua Thunder Array's structure.
The orthodox thunder arrays were the Zheng clan's exclusive inheritance—he probably wouldn't get to learn them directly.
But maybe, with some clever sidestepping and probing, he could still pick up a few insights about thunder formations.
He really wanted to know: what exactly was the Bagua Thunder Array? And how did it compare to that single stroke of crimson Tribulation Thunder "thunder rune" he had copied from the Heavenly Dao Grand Array?
If the two were of the same origin and shared formation logic…
He might be able to make a leap of insight—use the structure of the Bagua Thunder Runes as a stepping stone to directly learn the terrifying Heavenly Tribulation Thunder Runes!
But alas…
The Heavenly Dao Sect had too high a threshold. The elders there were probably the type to turn up their noses.
Even if he went to ask, he'd likely just be met with a closed door.
"Forget it…"
Mo Hua set aside thoughts of thunder runes for now and changed the topic, asking about the Secondary Thunder Runes—which included both "electric" and "magnetic" runes—and the more pressing question of how the message talismans worked.
"Senior, the formations used in message talismans—are they made using the 'Secondary Thunder Runes' from the thunder-magnetic family?"
Elder Xun gave Mo Hua a look, then nodded slowly.
"Ancient formation masters studied the Nine Heavens Thunder and manifested it as thunder runes."
"But thunder runes were too powerful—carrying divine might and tremendous force, too difficult to wield—so they weakened and dismantled them, deducing a weaker version: the 'Secondary Thunder Runes.'"
"These Secondary Runes generate magnetism from electricity and electricity from magnetism, forming a feedback loop. They're essentially a specialized form of spiritual energy."
"This special energy principle is what powers the arrays formed by Secondary Thunder Runes."
"These arrays are called 'Thunder-Magnetic Arrays.'"
"Though, technically, the term 'Thunder-Magnetic' isn't entirely accurate. These arrays are offshoots of true thunder and don't contain real lightning. Later formation masters more commonly referred to them as 'Primordial Magnetic Arrays,' 'Spirit-Magnetic Arrays,' or even 'Electro-Magnetic Arrays.'"
Elder Xun sighed deeply, a hint of nostalgia in his voice.
"With the unification under the Dao Court, the cultivation world has enjoyed over twenty thousand years of peace—and in that time, formation arts have seen tremendous progress."
"But that development has been… complex."
"Some ancient formations—obscure and profound—have truly been lost to time…"
"But others… after generations of effort, refinement, and innovation, have developed far beyond what ancient cultivators ever imagined."
He glanced at Mo Hua. "I've already told you which formations are mostly lost."
Mo Hua nodded immediately, "The Chaos Dual-Yi formations!"
Elder Xun nodded in approval. "Right. Those formations are profound in their simplicity and extremely obscure—so most were lost."
"The original thunder runes—being too dangerous—have also lost many of their lineages."
"But on the other hand, the field that's advanced the most is precisely this 'Thunder-Magnetic Rune' system."
"Modern cultivators are far better at using them than their ancient counterparts. Saying it's like night and day wouldn't be an exaggeration…"
"For example, message talismans rely on the logic of 'Secondary Thunder Runes' and the principles of thunder-magnetism to construct a Primordial Magnetic Array."
"But that's just the most basic kind."
"For instance, the sect tokens of major sects—like our own Great Void Sect's 'Great Void Token'—are built on vast and highly efficient Thunder-Magnetic Grand Arrays. They represent the pinnacle of Secondary Thunder Rune integration…"
Elder Xun suddenly paused, heart skipping a beat.
Mo Hua's eyes were shining with excitement. He couldn't help but blurt out, "Senior, go on!"
Great Void Token! Thunder-Magnetic Grand Array!
He'd just gotten hooked—he hadn't even heard the good stuff yet!
Elder Xun looked at Mo Hua, feeling uneasy—as if continuing would be leaking top secrets…
He froze, slightly in disbelief.
He hadn't said that much. Had he really given away state secrets?
To whom? Mo Hua?
Surely not… he's just a Foundation Establishment brat…
"Senior?" Mo Hua tilted his head, puzzled.
Elder Xun snapped out of it, cleared his throat. "Let's not talk about the Great Void Token for now. Even if I did, you wouldn't understand. Let's focus on message talismans."
Mo Hua was a little disappointed, but what could he do?
He'd settle for learning the logic behind message talisman arrays. He wasn't picky!
"Yes, please, I'm all ears!" Mo Hua put on his most earnest expression.
Elder Xun continued, "From a refiner's perspective, a message talisman is a spiritual artifact crafted by fusing arrays with artifact refinement."
"But from a formation master's point of view, it's an array that uses the artifact as a medium."
"Its core principle is Thunder-Magnetic Induction."
As he spoke, Elder Xun gradually relaxed, the ominous feeling of "spilling secrets" fading away.
"Message talismans look like jade slips used for reading with spiritual sense…"
"But inside, they're inscribed with 'Primordial Magnetic' or 'Spirit-Magnetic' formations, and function through Thunder-Magnetic Runes—activating arrays that allow long-distance transmission."
"The transmission distance is limited—the higher the grade, the farther the range. But typically, it doesn't exceed an entire province…"
…
Elder Xun explained in great detail, while Mo Hua listened with intense focus.
After a stick of incense time, Elder Xun finished and sipped his tea.
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Mo Hua replayed Elder Xun's words in his head but still felt something was missing.
The biggest problem?
The real secret sauce hadn't been revealed.
Mo Hua's eyes flickered as he asked, "Senior, if I wanted to 'take apart'—no, I mean reforge a message talisman, how would I go about it?"
Elder Xun's eyelid twitched. "Take apart?"
Mo Hua quickly corrected himself, "Refine! I meant refine!"
Elder Xun gave him a suspicious look and whispered, "You're not… planning something shady, are you?"
Mo Hua put on his most righteous face. "Senior, I'm a disciple of the Great Void Sect—a model, law-abiding cultivator!"
Elder Xun studied him carefully. Mo Hua's eyes were clear and honest. He really didn't look like he was up to anything nefarious.
True, the kid was young—what kind of devious thoughts could he possibly have?
Even if he did have something in mind… it's just a message talisman. What's the worst that could happen?
And besides, the arrays involved were highly sophisticated—just because he heard them didn't mean he could replicate them.
If it were that easy to learn formations, his job would be obsolete.
Elder Xun nodded, finally relenting. "Alright. Let me explain…"
Mo Hua beamed. "Thank you, Senior Xun!"
Elder Xun saw Mo Hua's bright, cheerful face and couldn't help but feel a little fuzzy inside.
He smiled faintly. "The message talisman's array logic is complex…"
"Most arrays focus on ink and brush technique and how well the medium suits the formation—but the requirements aren't too strict."
"But message talismans are different…"
"The array medium is unique. The ink requirements are strict. And the structure—more precisely, the 'array core framework'—is vastly different from normal formations."
He explained point by point:
"First, the medium—"
"Message talismans use jade tokens as the medium. The jade must be rare and capable of blocking thunder, magnetic force, and spiritual sense. It has to be highly sealed."
"The spiritual ink also differs…"
"Message talismans use 'Magnetic Ink.'"
"As the name implies, this is spirit ink imbued with thunder-magnetic force—made by mixing the blood of thunder-type spirit beasts with magnetized spirit materials."
"Unlike regular spirit ink, which remains stable, magnetic ink changes based on magnetic induction—evolving into different characters through array transformation."
"And then there's the array framework—far more complex."
"Thunder-Magnetic Arrays have two parts: a fixed base structure to detect magnetic force, and a mutable rune system."
"These runes change over time—through Magnetic Ink—and appear as 'characters' in the message talisman."
"In short, the Primordial Magnetic Array inside the talisman uses a fixed Thunder-Magnetic array pattern to trigger changes in the mutable runes, which then alter the magnetic ink in real time, displaying various characters for long-distance communication."
Elder Xun said all that in one breath and then peeked at Mo Hua—only to find the kid wide-eyed and nodding in understanding.
"…You understood all that?"
Mo Hua nodded modestly. "A little bit…"
Elder Xun was dumbstruck.
This was Thunder-Magnetic theory!
How was this kid learning so fast?
Back when he studied this stuff, it took him half a year just to get the basics…
"Could it really be his divine sense is just too strong, his foundations too solid, his talent too heaven-defying…?"
Elder Xun couldn't help but grumble internally.
Mo Hua asked, "Senior, do you have a Thunder-Magnetic Array I could look at?"
Elder Xun nodded. Of course he had one.
He reflexively reached into his storage pouch and pulled out half the scroll—only to suddenly pause, cough lightly, and put it back.
"…I forgot. Thunder-Magnetic Arrays aren't taught by the sect."
"If you want to learn, you'll have to earn merit and exchange for it yourself."
"Oh…"
Mo Hua looked disappointed.
So close…
He almost got Elder Xun to show him the array scroll…
But then he frowned. "Senior, the sect doesn't teach Thunder-Magnetic Arrays?"
Elder Xun shook his head. "Such advanced arrays aren't taught in the outer sect. Even in the inner sect, few disciples get to learn them…"
"And they're… extremely difficult to learn."
"Difficult?" Mo Hua blinked. "Is it because they require strong divine sense?"
"That's part of it," Elder Xun replied. "But mostly… they're just too complex."
Mo Hua was confused.
Elder Xun explained, "These arrays use a ton of Secondary Thunder Runes—variant runes. So yes, the divine sense requirements are higher than normal."
"But the real issue is… they're not meant to be used by a single person."
"These are system-level arrays—like compound or grand formations—they're designed to be built by multiple cultivators working together."
"They don't require a single master with immense divine sense, but rather a team—or a network—of formation masters, each performing their role with tight coordination."
"They rely on collective divine sense calculation power to form a complete 'Thunder-Magnetic Communication System.'"
"In short…"
"You don't need super strong divine sense as an individual, but you need many nodes of divine sense—spread across multiple cultivators."
"Usually, a sect organizes this kind of study—formation masters from the same lineage working together, co-researching and building the system."
"If you try to learn it alone, it's basically pointless. Unless…"
Elder Xun smirked meaningfully, "Unless you can handle the workload of two, three… even ten formation masters all by yourself."
Old Mister Xun chuckled playfully and said, "Unless you can do the work of two people, three people, even ten people all by yourself…"
Mo Hua's heart skipped a beat. He seemed thoughtful but didn't show anything on his face. Instead, he smiled gratefully and said:
"Thank you for your guidance, Elder Xun!"
Thanks to this conversation, Mo Hua now had a much clearer understanding of "Thunder-Magnetic Arrays."
Next, he just needed to find similar arrays and start learning from there.
Elder Xun gave a slight nod, then suddenly asked:
"How's your sect task coming along?"
Mo Hua sighed, "I've started, but the missions are hard to get, and merit points are so hard to earn…"
Elder Xun consoled him gently:
"No worries. You just joined, and you're still young. Take it slowly…"
The more talented someone was, the more important it was to temper their heart and mind.
Start with entry-level tasks, take it one step at a time.
You must understand the value of the sect's teachings, and also realize how hard-earned merit points truly are.
Once your mindset is steady and your foundation is solid, when your formation skills improve and you reach a higher grade, you can draw second-grade formations—then you'll earn merit points much faster.
And you won't even need to fight or kill—it's safe…
Old Mister Xun thought this to himself, then continued to reassure Mo Hua:
"Step by step… You'll earn more and more merit."
Little by little adds up. The more formations you draw, the more merit points you'll naturally gather…
Mo Hua nodded. "Exactly!"
Just a few more "vultures" to kill and he'd rack up even more merit!
…
After consulting with Elder Xun, Mo Hua returned to the disciples' quarters.
Vultures, message talismans, human traffickers, Mister Tu, Four Symbols Array.
Mo Hua decided to tackle them in order, one step at a time.
If he wanted to extract clues from the dead vultures…
Then he first had to crack the message talisman—disassemble its underlying formation, and use "thunder-magnetic induction" to reverse-deduce the mutable runes, trace back the magnetic ink, and try to "restore" the erased text…
To "crack" the message talisman, he needed to master some Thunder-Magnetic Array knowledge.
That cheap "Mini Primordial Magnetic Array" didn't count.
"Thunder-Magnetic Arrays…"
Mo Hua searched through the merit catalog for a long time but couldn't find any array diagrams with "Thunder-Magnetic" in the name.
So he checked under "Primordial Magnetic" and "Spirit-Magnetic" instead—and sure enough, after a moment, he found a few arrays.
But there weren't many.
Clearly, arrays based on Secondary Thunder Runes were extremely rare.
And these Primordial Magnetic and Spirit-Magnetic arrays were mostly high-grade second-tier or even third-tier formations.
Almost nothing low-level.
It was unclear whether the inheritance was simply too rare, or if the elders of the Great Void Sect deliberately restricted disciples from delving into these kinds of formations…
Mo Hua hunched over the desk, eyeing the merit catalog, and after digging for a while longer, finally found one formation that used "thunder-magnetic induction" and was within reach:
"Beacon Primordial Magnetic Array"
Sixteen runes. Mid-grade second-tier. A Primordial Magnetic system formation derived from Eight Trigram Secondary Thunder Runes.
Utilizes magnetic induction; self-structured system. It forms the core formation for "messaging-type" spiritual artifacts…
Mo Hua's eyes lit up.
This was it!
"Beacon Primordial Magnetic Array…"
Magnetic induction. Beacon-based transmission…
Unfortunately, this formation required sixteen runes' worth of divine sense—something only a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator at their limit could manage. Mo Hua currently had only fifteen runes, so he couldn't learn it yet.
But sixteen runes was just one step away.
Mo Hua then checked how much merit it cost to redeem… and his face turned pale.
He sucked in a cold breath.
"Eight hundred sixty points?!"
That much?!
He almost wanted to run to the Dao Court to report that his own sect was robbing people…
A second-tier, sixteen-rune formation costing over 800 merit points?
Outrageous!
He flipped through other sixteen-rune arrays and saw most only cost a little over two hundred merit. Even the pricier ones were around three hundred. That made him feel a bit better.
"Looks like this array is just extremely rare…"
"Or maybe it's just too difficult to learn, so no one bothers, and that's why it's so expensive…"
Mo Hua nodded. He felt that only this kind of "high-tier" array was worthy of him learning it.
Still, 800+ merit was just too steep…
Mo Hua sighed.
No choice. He'd just have to grind slowly…
His divine sense was only at fifteen runes anyway—it'd take time to reach sixteen.
"First refine my divine sense to sixteen runes by drawing formations. Then do missions with Senior Sister Murong to farm some merit. Two-pronged approach…"
"Once I hit sixteen runes and learn the Beacon Primordial Magnetic Array, I'll start 'cracking' the message talisman—see who the vultures were talking to, what they discussed, who their accomplices were, and what clues I can uncover…"
"Then I'll follow the thread and keep investigating… Earn merit, exchange it for formations, keep studying, and strengthen my divine sense…"
"Once my divine sense is strong enough, the bottleneck will be easier to break through…"
"After reaching mid-Foundation Establishment, I'll keep earning merit and learning more formations…"
Mo Hua nodded to himself, feeling confident in his plan.
Then he got back to work.
Two days later, Murong Caiyun came to find Mo Hua and specifically told him: "The merit points came out to two hundred twenty total. I've transferred them to you."
Two hundred twenty!
Mo Hua was ecstatic.
Originally it was supposed to be "starting at one hundred merit points…"—he didn't expect to get so much extra.
This brought him one big step closer to the sixteen-rune Beacon Primordial Magnetic Array!
"Thank you, Senior Sister Murong!" Mo Hua said sincerely.
Seeing how happy he looked, Murong Caiyun smiled faintly too.
Mo Hua wanted to keep tagging along on missions with her, but those weren't always available. Plus, Murong Caiyun still had her own cultivation to do, so her time was limited.
Mo Hua could only patiently go back to drawing first-tier formations—earning a few points at a time.
Even a mosquito has meat.
The next few days, Mo Hua stayed busy and fulfilled.
During the day, he attended classes, and even helped teach some of his peers.
At night, he returned to the disciple quarters, did his daily cultivation, then studied and drew formations.
By midnight, he'd enter his spiritual sea and continue practicing formations at the Dao Monument to refine his divine sense.
His merit points gradually increased, and his divine sense slowly grew stronger.
Before long, it was time for the ten-day rest period again.
Mo Hua missed Yuer, so he went to find Shangguan Xu and said he wanted to visit Qingzhou City to thank Aunt Wan and check in on Yuer.
Shangguan Xu happened to be returning home too, so he arranged a carriage and took Mo Hua along.
Qingzhou City wasn't far from the Great Void Sect. In less than half a day, they arrived and headed to the Gu family estate.
The Shangguan and Gu families were closely tied, and Yuer was still resting at the Gu household under Wenren Wan's care.
With Shangguan Xu leading the way, they encountered no obstacles.
After several months, Mo Hua saw Wenren Wan again.
She had grown much thinner, her complexion haggard, her eyes filled with deep worry, and at times her expression flickered with pain.
But when she saw Mo Hua, she still forced herself to smile gently, asking how life at the sect was, how his cultivation was going, and whether anyone had been bullying him…
Mo Hua replied, "Don't worry, Aunt Wan. The elders are kind, the fellow disciples are friendly—no one bullies me!"
Wenren Wan let out a soft sigh of relief. "That's good…"
But her words trailed off, and her eyes clouded over with deep sorrow.
Mo Hua gently asked:
"Aunt Wan… how's Yuer doing?"
Wenren Wan froze, then gave a bitter smile. "Yuer… often has nightmares… He's too scared to sleep, and his divine sense is weakening little by little. I…"
Her voice caught suddenly, eyes turning red, unable to continue.
Mo Hua asked with concern, "Can I go see him?"
Wenren Wan thought for a moment, then nodded. "I'll take you."
Mo Hua followed her into a guest room located in the southeastern corner of the Gu estate—a rather secluded spot.
The area was extremely quiet, with no other cultivators present.
But with a slight stir of his divine sense, Mo Hua could faintly sense some extremely well-concealed auras nearby.
Concealed—meaning powerful.
Though the place looked remote, it was under heavy guard.
Thanks to Wenren Wan leading the way, those powerful cultivators merely brushed their divine senses past Mo Hua briefly before withdrawing, not intrusively probing him.
Or at least, that was what Mo Hua guessed.
With his current level of divine sense, he couldn't truly perceive the probing of such high-level experts.
It felt more like an instinct—a kind of karmic intuition.
Mo Hua was certain someone had just scanned him with their divine sense.
He followed Wenren Wan through a quiet corridor, past a jade-clear pond, and through a graceful, elegant garden until they reached a quiet side room.
Outside the side room, complex and profound array formations were inscribed—far beyond what Mo Hua could comprehend.
These were clearly high-grade protective arrays, meant to guard Yu'er.
Inside the room, the furnishings were simple, but the air was scented with a rare and calming incense. The screen bore a painting of magnificent mountains and flowing clouds—clearly a high-quality defensive spiritual artifact.
Little Yu'er lay on the bed, brows tightly furrowed, face pale as paper—he looked utterly pitiful.
Wenren Wan's heart twisted the moment she saw him.
Mo Hua felt heartache too, just looking at him.
He hadn't planned to disturb Yu'er and sighed softly, intending to leave.
Just then, Yu'er slowly opened his eyes, weakly peeking over and calling out in a soft, hopeful voice:
"Mo… big brother?"
Mo Hua's heart trembled. He glanced at Wenren Wan.
She nodded.
So Mo Hua stepped over to Yu'er's side and gently held his hand, speaking softly, "You're still awake?"
Yu'er nodded weakly and murmured, aggrieved, "I can't sleep…"
Then he added in a whisper, "I'm scared to sleep…"
Mo Hua sighed gently and stroked Yu'er's head. "It's okay now. Try to sleep for a while."
"Mm…"
Yu'er nodded slowly, but still wouldn't close his eyes.
Mo Hua asked, "What's wrong?"
Yu'er hesitated for a moment, then asked carefully:
"Big brother… if I close my eyes, will you leave?"
Mo Hua shook his head. "I'll be right here with you. I'll wait till you wake up."
A gleam of light returned to Yu'er's weary eyes. A faint smile appeared on his pale little face.
"Go to sleep…" Mo Hua said softly.
His voice was calm and warm, with a gentle peace to it.
"Okay."
Yu'er obediently nodded and slowly closed his eyes.
Little by little, his breathing evened out, his tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and before long, he seemed to fall peacefully asleep…
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Wenren Wan covered her mouth, eyes glimmering with tears—equal parts shock and profound relief.
But she didn't dare say a word, afraid to disturb Yu'er.
Mo Hua gave her a small nod and whispered:
"Aunt Wan, you should rest for a bit."
He could tell she didn't look well—and from what he sensed, her emotions were turbulent, her divine sense extremely unstable.
Clearly, she had been worried day and night for far too long.
A cultivator, after all, is still human. If grief goes beyond a person's limit, their divine sense could collapse.
Wenren Wan hesitated for a long time, worried.
"But Yu'er…"
Mo Hua replied gently, "I'll stay here and watch over him. We're in the Gu estate, surrounded by powerful formations—it's safe."
Wenren Wan deliberated for another long moment. Seeing the clarity in Mo Hua's eyes and the calm warmth in his expression, she felt inexplicably reassured.
She finally let out a breath, eyes full of guilt.
"Then… I'll trouble you."
Mo Hua shook his head.
He owed Aunt Wan deeply—for helping him get into the Great Void Sect, running around for him, even calling in favors.
He'd never forgotten that kindness.
Wenren Wan looked once more at Yu'er, confirmed that he was truly sleeping soundly, then—reluctantly—left the room and went to the next room to sit and rest.
Still, she couldn't fully relax, so she left a sliver of divine sense to keep an eye on Mo Hua's side.
Mo Hua kept watch over Yu'er.
And she, in turn, kept watch over Mo Hua.
Seeing Yu'er sleeping peacefully, Mo Hua finally felt at ease. He grabbed a floor cushion and sat beside the bed, pulling out a formation manual to read attentively.
He'd promised Yu'er he'd wait—so of course he would be there when the boy woke up.
Time passed, bit by bit.
Yu'er slept soundly. Mo Hua remained at his side.
Nothing unusual happened during that time.
Unknowingly, the sun set, and dusk turned into a cold and shadowy night.
The room grew dark and quiet.
Mo Hua didn't light a lamp. He put away his formation book and sat cross-legged in meditation.
Suddenly, his heart trembled. He opened his eyes sharply, gaze narrowing as he turned his head.
He saw that Yu'er—who had been peacefully sleeping—had gone deathly pale. His body curled up tightly, trembling uncontrollably. His brows furrowed deeply, face twisted in pain and fear, like he was haunted by something truly terrifying.
Mo Hua frowned, scanning the room.
But the dimly lit chamber was empty and still—nothing seemed amiss.
He focused, activating his divine sense. Using a technique of celestial deduction, he tried to sense the surrounding energies.
And then—Mo Hua's expression changed drastically.
He saw that within the seemingly empty room, strange, hidden threads of karmic patterns had begun to emerge.
They resembled chains—manifesting out of the void itself.
From these karmic chains, twisted and monstrous entities slowly crawled forth, forming from chaos and emptiness—descending from the ceiling and emerging from the walls…
They were covered in filthy blood and putrid stench.
Thick, black slime oozed around their grotesque forms.
Some had human bodies with horse faces, others had donkey heads and demonic torsos, still others had dog bodies with human faces…
They looked like abominable hybrids—spawned from evil, hatched from wombs of sin, breaking through corrupted "amniotic fluid" to emerge as demonic, ghostly horrors—radiating a chilling and terrifying aura…
They emerged from the void, crawling along karmic chains—ignoring all protective measures in the room—and crept toward Yu'er, whose face was twisted in terror and pain.
Yu'er struggled helplessly, his small body writhing under unimaginable fear.
The atmosphere in the room grew heavier and more suffocating by the second.
Then—suddenly—a crisp voice rang out.
"Hey!"
For a moment, the tension froze.
All the demons and monsters—bull-headed, horse-faced, donkey-muzzled—turned their heads and realized:
There was another person in the room.
And this person… could see them.
Mo Hua looked at the horde of "monsters," expressionless, and said:
"You don't knock before entering?"
The demons were stunned, then—like provoked by an ant—their already twisted faces grew even more savage. Their eyes turned blood-red, glowing with vicious fury, as if they were ready to devour him whole.
They wanted to rip this meddling human child apart and devour him alive.
The atmosphere instantly became unbearably oppressive.
As chaos churned and demonic energy surged, Mo Hua stood up slowly, face calm.
His gaze was cold. He smiled faintly and subconsciously licked his lips.
"Foreign evil spirits… how rude."
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