Three-Colored Carp

Mo Hua's pupils contracted slightly.

This is... the aura of an Evil God?

An Evil God tainted by Blood-Strange was dwelling within this Small Fishing Village?

Mo Hua's gaze deepened further. His eyes became pitch-black, with white Celestial Pivot Patterns interweaving over that darkness as he looked around.

Yet the Blood Mist shrouded everything, concealing heavenly secrets and devouring Karma.

The Blood-Colored Fishing Village was gloomy and desolate, murky within; there was no telling what it contained.

Should I go deeper and take a look?

Mo Hua's mind seemed drawn toward it. Just as he took a step, his heart suddenly clenched, and he woke with a jolt.

Something's wrong.

Mo Hua's expression darkened.

Something is luring me in...

I can't go!

The Blood Mist was hazy, and danger surely lurked within. Who knew what was hidden there?

Was there an Evil God's "Divine Remains" in there? What level of Divine Remains was it?

Were there cultivators parasitized by the Evil God? Did it have believers and lackeys? How many were there, and what were their cultivation levels?

He knew none of this. Alone as he was, he absolutely could not act rashly.

Besides, he was only a little Foundation Establishment cultivator. It was no shame to back down when it was time to back down.

Mo Hua restrained his curiosity and slowly retreated from the Small Fishing Village, one step at a time.

Only after he had left the fishing village and stepped onto the earth outside did Mo Hua focus his eyes again and discover that the Blood Mist before him had already faded away.

Under the night sky, lights dotted the Small Fishing Village. It was quiet and peaceful, without the slightest sign of anything unusual.

Yet Mo Hua's brow furrowed even tighter.

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