Crisis

But there was still one thing that Mo Hua cared about very much.

According to that old man from the fishing village, back then, there had once been a cultivator with long, slender brows, carrying a sword on his back, who had entered the Blood Mist alone and returned safe and sound. He had also left behind warnings about the Blood Mist and the Blood Fish.

Who exactly was that cultivator?

Mo Hua frowned in thought.

"If he could see through the Blood Mist, that means his Divine Consciousness was very strong. If he could return safe and sound from the Small Fishing Village shrouded in the aura of an evil god, then he must have possessed a method of Divine Sense Killing, or some art that protected the divine sense."

Carrying a sword on his back...

Could he have been a Sword Cultivator proficient in "Divine Sense Sword"?

Divine Sense Sword...

Could it be some senior from my Void Gate?

Mo Hua muttered inwardly.

After he entered that vanished fishing village through the Bottom of the Well, he would have to pay attention and see if there were any traces left behind by that senior.

Since that senior had entered the evil god's territory, he must have been attacked by the evil god's claws and fangs. He might even have faced the evil god head-on.

In that case, he would more or less have left behind some traces of Divine Sense Killing.

It was just unknown whether, after several hundred years, those traces had disappeared...

"I'll go in and take a look first..."

Since he had decided to go down the well, he had to make preparations.

Mo Hua began analyzing, one by one, the dangers inside the Blood-colored Dry Well...

He had already grasped the Array Technique at