Chapter 1107: Chapter 682: Evil God_3 Chapter 1107 -682: Evil God_3 According to what Lord Yellow Mountain previously stated, Mo Hua concluded that the ascension of Divine Sense actually has two dimensions. One is the “quality” of Divine Sense, the other is the “tier” of Divine Sense. Feasting on demon monsters enhances the “quality” of Divine Sense, which is the “amount” of Divine Sense, that is, the so-called Divine Sense Realm; Devouring Divine Marrow enhances the “tier” of Divine Sense, which is the “essence” of Divine Sense, that is, the so-called ranking of deities. The advancement of Divine Sense for a general cultivator only has “quality”, merely a change in “amount”. However, having learned Heaven Yan Jue, my Divine Sense seems to also mutate in “essence”, much like a deity, elevating the “tier” of Divine Sense. This demands that I, if I wish to “Prove the Dao with Divine Sense”, must cultivate both quality and quantity, improve both quality and tier. To raise the grade of Divine Sense is already troublesome, and now there’s the need to elevate the tier. Mo Hua’s head starts to ache. The only way now is to try by all means, to slowly approach the Evil God. Demon monsters are minions of the Evil God, Divine Marrow is hidden within the Divine Remains of the Evil God. For Divine Sense, they are great supplements! But the Evil God is hidden too deeply… Uncle Gu, that Divine Sense fool, doesn’t believe me even when I tell him. And now that Fire Buddha is dead and the Demon Palace of Bishan has sunk, the only clue we can grasp is Crossing River Dragon, listed with Fire Buddha. It’s just that I can’t keep watch on Crossing River Dragon myself. Unable to leave the Sect, nor enter Taoist Prison, I am of no help; this matter can only be entrusted to Uncle Gu. Moreover, it involves an insider from the Taoist Court, essentially an internal matter of the Taoist Court itself. I can’t intervene. Crossing River Dragon is like an earthworm, which I’ll use to bait the fish. But fishing requires patience, one must not rush. Wait for the fish to bite, wait for the big fish to take the bait. In doing so, one can only advance the plan slowly… Mo Hua sighs. It looks like I’ll be hungry for a while longer… “Where exactly is the Evil God’s Divine Remains hidden…” … Meanwhile, as Mo Hua was thinking about targeting the Evil God, in a forbidden place, Mr. Tu suddenly opened his eyes wide, his pupils constricting sharply. That feeling of heart palpitations returned… He was utterly certain this time that someone was audaciously coveting the Divine Lord! Suddenly, Mr. Tu’s face cracked, his pupils pitch-black and hollow as if possessed, his voice hoarse and stridently demanding: “Find them!” “Find whoever it is!” Mr. Tu instantly became fearful and anxious, his voice trembling, “Yes, yes…” “Divine Lord, please calm your anger…” “It’s all my fault, all my fault, I’ve looked, but I haven’t found them…” “A few hundred years of cultivation, with a hooked nose, facial creases, a sinister gaze, brilliance concealed within, appearing gentle on the surface, but with a sinister and malevolent smile when I do…” “There are a few such people within the Qianxue State boundary, but they do not fit the description.” “They certainly don’t have the capacity to ruin the Divine Lord’s grand plan…” Amidst his speech, Mr. Tu suddenly let out an imposing and terrifying roar, unlike that of a human. Afterwards, Mr. Tu’s face turned even paler. “Yes…” “But, there has been too much loss among those listed as minions, the altar of the Demon Temple of Bishan was destroyed, and the demon slaves were nearly all killed or injured…” “The number of peddled livestock has drastically diminished, and fewer people and livestock mean that the sacrifices are raised more slowly. The progress of that array can only…” Mr. Tu didn’t finish his words when suddenly blood gushed out of his seven orifices, uncontrollably collapsing to the ground, limbs contorted. “Yes, the old servant spoke out of turn…” Mr. Tu endured the pain, his voice hoarse. After a while, when the Evil Power slightly receded, he managed to crawl up, tremblingly knelt down again, and devoutly said: “My loyalty to the Divine Lord, undying, everlasting!” “One day, the great Divine Lord will awaken from the dust, and rule over the Great Wilderness!” After expressing this sentiment, Mr. Tu’s tense body relaxed slightly, visibly breathing a sigh of relief. He then slowly said, “Someone is hindering the Divine Lord’s grand plan…” “All of this is… someone manipulating from behind the scenes.” “The Divine Fetus is protected by someone, the demon monsters under the command of the Divine Lord’s authority had one way out but no way back…” “Even… one of the divine servants died, the entity residing within him, one of the myriad Divine Remains, the Divine Eye, has also… perished.” “I realized then, I was wrong.” “I underestimated him.” “This person is certainly not an ordinary Formation Master.” “This person, who repeatedly desecrates the Divine Lord and hinders the Divine Lord’s grand plan, is most likely a Divine Tao Array Master who cultivates Divine Tao formations, or a fearsome Sword Cultivator who practices the Divine Thought Skill.” “If he cultivates Divine Tao arrays, I am not afraid.” “But if it’s the Divine Thought Sword Skill…” A strong sense of dread emerged in Mr. Tu’s gaze. An already forbidden technique, the horrifying method of Divine Thought into Sword, resurfaced in his mind. Finally, Mr. Tu bowed his head towards the ferocious fanged, bloodstained, and white bone senso sheep ram effigy and promised: “I will find out…” “Anyone who dares to hinder the Divine Lord’s grand plan, shall become a sacrificial animal, submerge into the Desolate Mountain of Purgatory, both Divine Soul and flesh extinguished, forever deprived of transcendence!” “Taixu Gate…” Mr. Tu’s voice became gradually inaudible. After finishing his statement, he didn’t dare to look directly at the sheep ram effigy with the human face, his gaze lowered and respectfully retreated backward. Not until exiting the altar area did he slowly rise to his feet, pulling out a piece of human skin and draping it over himself. The skin spread over him, covering his deathly pale, wrinkled face and his skin, bloodstained and cracked from years of soaking in blood. Mr. Tu then transformed into a tall, fair-skinned, gentle-looking middle-aged cultivator. He shed the ugliness and abjection from before, wearing a congenial smile as he walked slowly out of the bleak forbidden land.