Sword of Divine Sense

Chapter 611: Sword of Divine Sense

It was midday. Bright sunlight shone down upon the lush green mountain forests.

A moss-stained stone stairway led up toward the mountaintop.

Mo Hua climbed the mountain steps with light, nimble strides, humming a little tune under his breath.

But when he reached the Dilapidated Temple, he froze.

"No one?"

The Dilapidated Temple was completely empty. There was not a soul in sight, and even his Divine Sense detected no trace of the Mountain God's aura.

Mo Hua looked closely and saw that several steamed buns on the altar had already gone sour. The fruits had dried out as well, and no one knew how long they had been left there.

There was no meat on the altar either, only a wine cup.

The cup was full, but it did not contain wine. It held rainwater that had trickled down from the eaves during mountain showers. The water was clear, yet dust and ash had settled at the bottom.

The sight was bleak and desolate.

Mo Hua felt a little sympathy.

What a miserable Mountain God.

"Lord Yellow Mountain?"

Mo Hua called out several times, but the Dilapidated Temple stood empty, wind leaked through its eaves, and the mountains were silent. His voice echoed a few times before vanishing without a trace.

"Not home?"

Mo Hua frowned, feeling rather wistful, as though he had traveled thousands of miles to visit a friend only to find that friend out.

"But that's not right..."

Where could a Mountain God possibly have gone? Had it even abandoned its temple?

Mo Hua looked around, but the Dilapidated Temple was only so large. Its four walls were crumbling, and no matter how he looked, there was still no sign of Lord Yellow Mountain.

Mo Hua narrowed his eyes. Then,