But the Evil Spirits that could truly fill him up were certainly not common goods. Finding them would probably be quite difficult.
Mo Hua suddenly found himself missing Ganxue Prefecture.
Back then, Mr. Tu was still alive, the Evil God of the Great Wilderness had not awakened, the Blood Sacrifice Grand Array had not been activated, and Altars were everywhere.
Every Altar had been enough for him to feast on. At that time, even reaching Twenty-Four-Pattern would probably have been more than manageable.
Now, the True Fetus had been captured, Mr. Tu was dead, and the Grand Array had collapsed. Though the crisis had been resolved, all the Altars were gone as well.
No wonder the ancients always said that one must let things flow in a thin, steady stream. Killing the hen to get the egg was not advisable.
And now, that "egg" from killing the hen had been clutched by that stingy Pixiu, leaving him unable to have more than a few bites.
Mo Hua sighed softly.
Now that he had left Ganxue Prefecture, where else could he find such a wonderful place—one where his Divine Consciousness could feast to its heart's content and gorge itself in vast quantities?
After all, that had been Mr. Tu's foundation, painstakingly managed over hundreds, even thousands, of years.
Mo Hua lamented for a while, then gathered himself and continued on his journey.
"The road is still long. Who knows what I'll encounter next? I'll see as I go..."
Following his intended route, Mo Hua continued south.
His body flowed like water, and his footwork was incredibly swift. After traveling like this for nearly half a month, he finally left Great Black Mountain Province.
The surrounding peaks grew shorter, the demonic aura thinned, and the land became even more desolate, lacking the