Chapter 1404: Chapter 777 Mural 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. "So the situation now is, you can quietly use Divine Sense Voice Transmission, and I can only speak to you?" Mo Hua asked. "Yes..." the old monster cultivator said softly. Mo Hua nodded, "Alright then..." He pointed the White Bone Broken Sword forward again, asking once more: "Which way?" The White Bone Broken Sword was silent for a moment, seemingly in thought, or recalling the path, and after a while, the old monster cultivator transmitted to Mo Hua: "To the right, past the cell of the blood-red Wolf Demon, the second stone door, turn right and go inward..." Mo Hua glanced to the right and nodded. He re-cloaked himself, preparing to move in the direction the old monster cultivator indicated. Just as he took a step, he suddenly remembered something, shaking the White Bone Broken Sword in his hand, and warned: "Old creature, don’t deceive me, or I’ll let you know what real ’terror’ is." The old monster cultivator hurriedly said: "I don’t dare, I don’t dare..." At least for the short term, it had been threatened by Mo Hua, not daring to entertain any plans of defiance. Besides... The old monster cultivator said softly, "I am not called ’old creature’..." The voice was small, yet Mo Hua still heard it. "That’s right, you’re not called ’old creature’? Then what’s your name?" Mo Hua asked curiously. The old monster cultivator sighed, showing a sense of emotion, "Before I became a monster cultivator, I was a disciple of the Tai’a Sect, surnamed Ouyang, named..." Who knew that as he was speaking, Mo Hua wasn’t listening at all, instead muttering to himself: "’Old creature’ isn’t a great name, it’s a bit impolite, I’ll give you a nickname, I’m really good at nicknames..." The old monster cultivator fell silent. Mo Hua pondered for a moment, a flash of inspiration, "You’re the Sword Demon, originally a sword, and full of bones, I’ll call you ’Sword Bone’." The old monster cultivator almost thought Mo Hua was calling him "cheap bones". It felt a bit indignant. Its dignity didn’t allow it to accept such a humiliating name. But its courage was not enough to support even the slightest protest. Sword Bone it is... The old monster cultivator accepted the name, forced to also praise Mo Hua untruthfully: