Just a hair's breadth away from Twenty-Two Pattern Divine Sense—this progress was remarkably impressive.
It had even exceeded Mo Hua's expectations.
He had originally thought that these Barbarian Gods were all "minor gods," not even gods in the strict sense. They possessed no Divine Marrow, and their true forms were merely mountain sprites, strange creatures, ghosts, or demons. Their grades were not particularly high either.
The strongest among them, the Barbarian God of the Wulu Tribe, was only at the peak of Second Grade, not yet Third Grade.
Yet unexpectedly, these Barbarian Gods might not have had high cultivation, but their "meat" was plump and full.
Only after pondering it did Mo Hua understand.
Though these Barbarian Gods were originally only mountain demons and strange creatures, they had ultimately touched a trace of divine status. They had consumed incense, received offerings from believers, and formed the rudiments of the Divine Path. Thus, compared to ordinary Evil Spirits, their quality was vastly superior.
After eating them, they were also highly nourishing to Divine Sense.
Their cultivation was low, they were easy to hunt, and eating them provided a tremendous boost.
These "Barbarian Gods" of the Great Wilderness were undoubtedly delicacies among Divine Sense dishes.
Mo Hua deeply felt that the Great Wilderness was a good place—and his blessed land.
It was just that, every now and then, he got the feeling that "when the water was shallow, turtles abounded," that "any stray chicken or mangy dog could call itself a god."
But on second thought, Mo Hua felt that comparison was somewhat unfair.
His circumstances were special.
How could these locally nurtured "Barbarian Gods" compare with a "demigod" like him, who had attained the Dao of Divine Sense, undergone Divine Sense Daoization, cultivated the God-Slaying Sword, the Heavenly Demon Path, Heavenly