Mo Hua looked at the dark night and the candlelight, and frowned.
"Second Elder..."
He had felt before that the Demon Sect's Second Elder from Ganxue Prefecture, that "wraith that refused to scatter," gave off an indescribably strange air.
Why was it that, when he was clearly dead, he could still entrust dreams to him time and again?
If Mo Hua had been an ordinary cultivator, one who did not cultivate Divine Consciousness and knew nothing of the ways of Divine Thought, then so be it.
But he was a powerhouse on the Divine Path, someone who devoured demons and hunted Barbarian Gods.
An existence capable of crossing all the thresholds on his Divine Path to entrust him with a dream was absolutely no ordinary cultivator.
Not to mention, this person had already "died."
In the dream, the Second Elder had transformed into Prince Shentu Ye's appearance, and surfaced once more in Mo Hua's mind.
"The Second Elder of the Ganxue Demon Sect... was actually the youngest prince of the Great Wilderness... Shentu Ye?"
"No... that shouldn't be it... these two people are unlikely to be the same person."
"Did the Second Elder inherit Shentu Ye's will? Or did Shentu Ye use the karma between the Second Elder and me to ask me for something?"
Mo Hua's brows drew tighter and tighter. He increasingly felt that there were still some unknown secrets hidden in this.
Just then, within the Dragon Pool, every little thing related to Shentu Ye replayed once more through Mo Hua's mind.
"The blank stone stele... the Commoners Transforming into Dragons Array..."
"I died when I was very young, slumbered for a very long time, and had many dreams. In the dreams, it seemed someone once instructed me..."
"To pass down the name of the Commoners Transforming