Before Mo Hua left, he turned to glance back at Yanluo Mountain.
Yanluo Mountain lay in ruins, with blood mist lingering in the air, miasma hazy and vague, shrouding the sky above.
As if there was a fog, concealing something unseen.
The Demon Sect leader who survived and escaped; the Golden Core Demon Cultivators from the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons; the missing Elder You;
And that unknown, writhing White Bone Evil Formation;
All these matters hovered within Mo Hua's mind.
Mo Hua felt as though he'd gotten close to the heart of the Evil God's conspiracy, yet far too many things remained murky and indistinct, hidden beneath the mist.
Especially that deadly evilness, transformed by the Evil Formation, streaming into the earth veins, its destination unknown…
A shadow crept over Mo Hua's heart.
...
After returning to the Sect, Mo Hua burned incense and bathed, washing away the dust of travel, then lay down on the bed in the Disciple's Residence.
