Chapter 1124: Chapter 688: Transformation of Divine Sense Chapter 1124 -688: Transformation of Divine Sense Why would Crossing River Dragon be versed in Divine Tao Array? Mo Hua’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. He had observed just now that when Crossing River Dragon was drawing the Formation, his brushwork was clumsy, his Divine Thought sluggish, and his wrist very stiff; it was apparent that he wasn’t someone who often engaged in Formation Painting. He was not a true Formation Master, and the “Seal” array on the well must have been something he learned by rote, copying it like “painting a gourd based on the model.” If so, then this Divine Tao Array must have been taught to him by someone else. Who taught him? Mo Hua’s Divine Sense whirled rapidly as he scrutinized each Cultivator related to Crossing River Dragon and the kidnappers, one by one, until his gaze sharpened. “…Mr. Tu?” Kidnappers, Sin Cultivators, Evil Cultivators, Demon Cultivators… Among all these Cultivators, the only one who might possess such an ancient, almost lost profound array was that mysterious and unpredictable… Mr. Tu. “The inheritance of Divine Tao Array… in the hands of Mr. Tu?” Mo Hua was somewhat puzzled. If he was not mistaken, Mr. Tu was a person behind the scenes with a lofty status, likely a “major lackey” of the Great Wilderness Evil God. Would the inheritance of the Divine Tao Array, which exhausts the power of Divine Sense to restrain deities, be hidden in the hands of the lackey of an Evil God? Mo Hua’s brow furrowed even more tightly. This seemed somewhat… implausible? Or perhaps, there were other origins involved here? As Mo Hua was lost in thought, on the other side, the well also seemed to have undergone a causality transformation, its aura changing abruptly as if it had completely become another well. A blood-red mist diffused from the bottom of the well. This well was no longer the water well of the small fishing village but more like… The entrance to a forbidden place. Crossing River Dragon was prostrate before the mouth of the well, devoutly bowing three times before he picked up the dead fish and leaped directly into the well. Mo Hua watched in shock. This Crossing River Dragon… had actually jumped straight in… Then he found it odd. Crossing River Dragon had jumped into the well, yet there was no sound of water; as if the well had turned into a dry well at that moment. Mo Hua waited for a moment, and seeing that Crossing River Dragon did not come back out, he tiptoed to the edge of the well and peered in. The bottom of the well was completely obscured by the blood mist, like a bloodstained forbidden ground. It looked very dangerous. Mo Hua glanced again at the surrounding formation. Only then did he realize that the ashen-white bricks around the well weren’t stones, but bone bricks that had been smoothed out. These bone bricks were specifically used as media for Evil Formations. Just that they were smeared with dust and wedged amongst other stones, they were not easily noticeable at a casual glance. And on top of the bone bricks were the Evil Path Patterns that Crossing River Dragon had just drawn. Mo Hua surveyed these patterns and suddenly, his eyes widened in alarm; he noticed that these blood-colored patterns were gradually fading, with traces of the formation also disappearing. In an instant, Mo Hua understood. This kind of Blood Ink would dissipate on its own, leaving no trace behind. Crossing River Dragon used Blood Ink to draw the Patterns, unlocking the “Seal” of the well, and then leapt into it. Afterwards, the Blood Ink would evaporate, the patterns would disappear, and the well would be “Sealed” again, with the entrance of the blood mist closing up. In this way, no one would know where he had gone. Nor would anyone know what secrets lay at the bottom of this well. “Quite a meticulous method…” Mo Hua couldn’t help feeling impressed, and without delay, he began to concentrate and started transcribing the blood-colored patterns surrounding the well. After a while, as the patterns faded, the blood mist poured back into the well. The well had reverted to being just an ordinary water well, deep within the waters were dark and inscrutable. Mo Hua let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, his Divine Sense was a bit stronger, his aptitude a bit higher, his memory a bit better, and his understanding of Formation principle a bit deeper. If any of these traits were lacking, he wouldn’t have been able to memorize so many Patterns in such a short amount of time… Mo Hua took out paper and a brush, using ordinary Spiritual Ink, he transcribed again the Patterns that Crossing River Dragon had drawn by the well to “Unseal” it. These Patterns were most likely part of the legendary Divine Tao Array. Mo Hua looked at them for a long time, his brows gradually coming together. He did not understand these Patterns well. It seemed that they lacked certain foundational structures, so the meaning of the Patterns, the structure of the Formation Pivot, and the flow of the internal power could not be discerned. This seemed like it was specifically prepared for those “Formation Blind” as a purely formalistic array. No need to understand, just memorize by rote. This is good for those who do not understand Formation Painting. But for a Formation Master like Mo Hua who is proficient in the principles of Formation, it feels somewhat… incomprehensible. So for now, Mo Hua could only “memorize by rote” these Patterns, and later on, seek a complete, systematic inheritance of the Divine Tao Array for deeper understanding. The prerequisite being, he hadn’t guessed wrong. That the Patterns on this well were indeed part of the “Divine Tao Array”… Mo Hua then looked towards the well intently again. The Evil God was indeed related to this well. His earlier conjecture was not mistaken. On the surface, it was a well, but in reality, there were two wells. One connected to the small fishing village that provided the power of wishes, while the other connected to the dry well that received offerings to the Evil God. This was also the first time Mo Hua had seen and personally encountered the preaching of the Evil God. Mo Hua couldn’t help but heave a deep sigh. His Divine Sense had undergone a Quality Change, and from Lord Yellow Mountain, he had heard much about the ways of deity, catching a glimpse of the Evil God’s trick. Otherwise, even as a Golden Core, if he had rashly entered the small fishing village, he would not have discovered anything. Even if his Sea of Consciousness was contaminated by the Evil God, he would most likely fall into evil barriers, with Evil Thoughts arising, yet be clueless to the truth…