In the pitch-black Endless Abyss, golden light blazed ten thousand feet high.
A Divine Sense Body, radiant with golden light and with skin white as jade, appeared within the darkness. Its majestic glow drove the darkness back. The Ghost Daoist froze.
Even the Void Insight Ancestors imprisoned by Ghostly Patterns looked stunned beneath that golden light.
They had never imagined that the Ghost Daoist's black hand would reach into a body of flesh and blood and pull out what looked like a "god." The instant Mo Hua's Divine Sense Body appeared, killing intent flashed in his eyes.
Then a golden God-Slaying Sword beam, forged from a Sword Array with the Five Elements flowing through it, slashed across the sky.
The black hand gripping Mo Hua's forehead was severed instantly and fell to the ground.
Free of its grip, Mo Hua stood opposite the Ghost Daoist, his expression impassive.
Between them lay the severed hand.
The Ghost Daoist paused another moment, then grinned. The hand on the ground dissolved into Ghostly Patterns, and a new hand grew from his severed wrist.
"Very good..."
The corners of the Ghost Daoist's blurred black face split wider, as if he were smiling. His voice rasped like a Fierce Ghost's. "You truly are my..." "Little martial nephew."
The Ghost Daoist pointed a finger forward. His Ghostly Thought-Force broke apart, and countless Ghostly Patterns surged from his fingertip.
Like living spiders, the patterns crawled toward Mo Hua.
Mo Hua pointed into empty air as well. His Divine Thought formed Array Techniques, layer upon layer of Molten Fire Arrays that burned the Ghostly Pattern "spiders" one by one. But he had only just reached Golden Core Formation, and his mastery of Five Elements Array Techniques was too low in grade. Though his powerful Divine Thought had formed