Chapter 1991: Chapter 960: Uprising "What’s going on?" "A riot of spirits?!" Everyone’s faces changed color, even the usually calm Demon Sect leader showed a heavy expression. The surrounding Yin Qi suddenly gathered like a storm, becoming extremely intense, the air turned so gloomy it seemed like water could drip from it, with a coldness that seeped into the bones. The elderly man in a black robe looked up at the sky. The sky was gray, permeated with Yin Qi, and devoid of anything. But he could foresee that there were incredible changes happening. The elderly man in a black robe turned his head to Mo Hua, his pupils involuntarily trembling. Although he didn’t understand what was happening, it was clear that the spirit disturbance in the Taoist Field was attracted by this kid’s Divine Sense. "What in the world is happening..." The Yin wind surged with an immense sense of oppression, gathering above their heads, then stagnating, continuously swirling above. The elderly man in a black robe was unaware of what was happening, but Mo Hua could see it. In his vision, countless spirits and ghostly entities, attracted by his golden Divine Sense smoke, were gathering like a tide. This golden Divine Thought made them yearn, yet it also made them fearful. This yearning made them howl and tremble all over. But this fear also made them apprehensive, pacing in hesitation. It was like a "gift" from a deity, endowed with supreme honor, they wanted to consume it, yet no one dared to take a bite. The evil spirits and ghostly entities gathered more and more, circling around the golden Divine Thought, covering the sky, forming a terrifying dark whirlwind. This dense mass of evil spirits was squeezing and trampling against each other, even causing the space to warp slightly. Cold sweat gradually appeared on the elderly man in a black robe’s forehead. The others didn’t dare to make a sound either. Meanwhile, the lamp above Mo Hua’s head remained lit, the golden Divine Thought continued to rise, becoming more concentrated by the moment. Finally, one evil spirit couldn’t resist. Its greed overpowered its fear, and it took the first bite of Divine Thought from Mo Hua, this "Demigod." An indescribable sweetness and richness instantly filled its entire being. Its body even began to mutate, developing faint golden patterns. It howled furiously, a look of extreme ecstasy appearing on its hideous and ugly face. It wanted to take a second bite, but in the next moment, it was torn apart by other wandering spirits. Like a plump lamb falling into a hungry wolf pack, its evil thoughts-filled body was shredded by countless vengeful spirits and fierce ghosts surrounding it, devoured until nothing remained. Greed had torn open a rift, letting the fragrance of Divine Thought escape. More ghostly entities tasted this sweetness that penetrated the divine soul and marrow. They became completely mad. More and more wandering spirits dared to feast on Mo Hua’s golden Divine Sense. But as soon as they took a bite, in the next moment, they would be shredded and consumed by more fierce ghosts and wandering spirits. Mo Hua’s Divine Thought was both "nourishment" and a "plague." Ghostly entities could gain great benefits from consuming it, but after consumption, they faced inevitable ruin, buried by other ghostly entities. An endless expanse of ghostly entities fought fiercely around this golden Divine Sense, howling and crying out as gusts of Yin wind surged. Meanwhile, some even more terrifying auras were approaching from afar. It seemed that certain mighty fierce ghosts were also being drawn by this Divine Sense. The elderly man in a black robe’s pupils trembled violently, rasping, "Run quickly!" There were too many ghostly entities. If they didn’t run, everyone would die! Even if they were Golden Core cultivators, top late Golden Core stage great cultivators, they would certainly meet their end at the hands of these invisible, unknowable spirits and fierce ghosts. Invaded, polluted, consumed, and dying mutated! No one dared to delay, they urged their movement techniques and began to swiftly run forward. In doing so, a flaw appeared in the Mist Lamp, exposing some living aura. Many ghostly entities were startled and then, with an evil, savage look, transformed into gusts of Yin wind, attacking the crowd. The elderly man in a black robe suddenly felt a chill to his core, and without hesitation, he took out a Monster Beast’s skull and threw it into the sky. The skull exploded, turning into a mist of blood. These ghostly entities, attracted by the blood mist, were momentarily blocked. "Maoshan Talisman!" The elderly man in a black robe immediately commanded. Young Master Xuan understood, turned to Mr. Hui, and ordered in a strange accent: "Use the talisman!" Mr. Hui nodded dazedly, took out a bunch of Maoshan Jade Talismans from his storage bag without discerning their authenticity or effectiveness, and detonated them one by one. Because his Taoist Heart was planted with a devil, he was half-conscious, using all sorts of Jade Talismans indiscriminately. Most of the talismans had no effect. But a small portion, upon exploding, generated golden tiger shadows and mysterious seal scripts, indeed hindering the ghostly entities momentarily. Taking advantage of this interval, the elderly man in a black robe spat a mouthful of essence blood onto the Mist Lamp, using his own Blood Qi to fully activate the treasure’s function, creating an even thicker mist, enveloping everyone within. The ghostly entities were momentarily disoriented. But after a brief confusion, in the next moment, they still surged towards the crowd, and this time even more frenzied, with the aura of powerful fierce ghosts approaching from afar. It seemed that fierce ghosts had also set their sights on them. The elderly man in a black robe shuddered inside, realizing the situation instantly. "Extinguish the human lamp!" Usually, cultivators who lighted the human lamp would offer a portion of Divine Sense for ghostly entities to enjoy, serving as "passage fee." However, Mo Hua’s Divine Sense was incredibly valuable. This was akin to flaunting gold and jewels while traveling. Possessing a treasure invites crime; this wasn’t a "passage fee," but rather a "death fee."