After bidding Lord Yellow Mountain farewell, Mo Hua descended the mountain. In the Little Immortal City at its foot, he spent some Spirit Stones to hire people to build Lord Yellow Mountain a shrine and have them regularly deliver offerings to the mountain lord, lest he go hungry every day, dining on wind and drinking dew.
Though his Life-Bound Divine Statue had been found, and Lord Yellow Mountain had grown indifferent to incense and faith.
He still could not go hungry!
People were like that; gods were no different.
After finishing all this, Mo Hua turned back for one last look at Withered Mountain. Silently wishing Lord Yellow Mountain well, he boarded his carriage and left.
After leaving Withered Mountain, there was still some distance to Void Gate.
Mo Hua sat inside the carriage with his eyes closed, resting.
The clip-clop of hooves continued for who knew how long. Then, suddenly, the mountains and woods grew gloomy. All around was dead silence, while a faint scent of blood and Killing Intent filled the air.
Mo Hua slowly opened his eyes.
Ever since he had incurred Fate Balefulness, he had become exceptionally sensitive to auras such as "life and death" and "Killing Intent."
Previously, when he encountered Killing Intent, he had needed to use Divine Consciousness to sense it or employ his computational power to deduce it.
Now, Killing Intent on the level of Karma was like a "scent" to him. Mo Hua could almost smell it by instinct alone.
Mo Hua lifted the carriage curtain and looked out the window.
Outside lay an impoverished village. Its houses were dilapidated, and traces of life remained, yet there was not a single person left.
The blood aura in the air had already been scattered by the mountain wind.
Yet Death Baleful Qi