The moment the thought of the "Breath Soil Grand Array" surfaced, Mo Hua's heart gave a violent leap.
It was as if a vast celestial mechanism had begun to turn in the unseen depths, while karma surged like a rising tide.
Divine thoughts from every direction traced back toward him, like a pack of hyena beasts catching the scent of blood, or wolves fiercely guarding their food.
Mo Hua's expression changed. He immediately used the dantian fire in his palm to burn the slip of paper bearing the words "Breath Soil" to ashes, then used Five Elements water qi to wash away every trace of dust.
He also concealed the black-and-white gleam in his eyes, cut off his Phecda calculation power, isolated his divine thought, and steadied his breath and mind through meditation.
Almost at the same time, undercurrents of divine thought swiftly roiled through the vast Houtu City.
The "chess players" upon the celestial mechanism used their own methods to follow causes back to their effects.
Yet these surging karmic thought powers followed the traces of karma only as far as the outskirts of Little Luan Mountain before being instantly blocked by the Small Blessed Land's barrier, unable to seep in even half an inch further.
Little Luan Mountain Blessed Land was an exceedingly special place.
Those living within were no ordinary people, and their karma was far from ordinary as well. They absolutely could not be casually pried into, much less offended.
Within certain spheres of influence, this was practically common knowledge.
Thus, intimidated by Little Luan Mountain's deterrent power, these probing thoughts hesitated only briefly before withdrawing, each carrying its own doubts.
They did not know what terrifying existence they might anger if their thought power penetrated Little Luan Mountain.
Nor did they dare gamble on it.