Exploitation

Mo Hua surveyed the River God Temple before him again, his thoughts stirring.

Several hundred years ago, that sword cultivator senior with long brows had charged alone, sword in hand, all the way to the River God Temple. He had likely slain quite a few Evil Spirits inside.

He had even stabbed his sword straight through the River God's chest.

The River God had grown wary, so it no longer dared inhabit the temple outside.

Instead, it had constructed a "void" River God Temple within dreams as a place to reside, preventing other cultivators capable of turning Divine Sense into a sword from coming to kill it again.

This "dream" temple was practically cut off from the world.

Other than the Evil God's true followers, probably no one knew where its entrance was, nor how to enter the temple.

"They've been hungry for a long time..."

"I need to find a way into the River God Temple and take a look..."

"If you really anger River God, then it won't just be you who dies..."

These impoverished fisher cultivators...

Then he led the way in front, with Mo Hua following behind. The two crossed the square where the fisher cultivators worshipped and continued toward the rear hall of the River God Temple. Before long, they reached the rear hall's gates.

Their suffering had become the root of their faith.

"This is the Blood Sacrifice Array Technique I spent my entire life researching, bestowed upon me by the God Lord. Within the nightmare woven by the God Lord, this Blood Sacrifice Array Technique uses blood as ink and dreams as its medium. There is no way to break it."

He looked around, his gaze cold and his expression exultant, then let out a shrill, savage laugh.

The River God Temple was