Trying to Run?

Trying to Run?

Bright sunlight shone down from the sky into the mountain forest, sliced by layer upon layer of branches and leaves into scattered flecks of light that seeped into the woods and fell across the ground in a mottled pattern.

A thick layer of fallen leaves blanketed the ground.

This was a dense, vast mountain forest rarely visited by people.

Mo Hua compared it against the topographical map in his mind and roughly determined their location.

This forest lay at the border between the Outer Mountain and some of the perilous peaks of the Inner Mountain. It was extremely remote; even demon beasts were scarce here, and it was far from the mountain gate.

A round trip took too long and covered too much ground.

Thus, ordinary disciples would never come here to hunt monsters.

A faint mist drifted through the forest, mixed with pungent miasma. The atmosphere was deathly still and somewhat oppressive.

Following the pink bloodstains on the ground and the tracks left by a dragged demon beast, Mo Hua and the others made their way step by step deeper into the forest.

After walking for the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the bloodstains vanished.

The ground was a chaotic mess of rocks, grass, and trees, with no traces to be found.

Situ Jian and the others silently looked toward Mo Hua.

Linghu Xiao did not understand why, but he looked at Mo Hua as well.

Mo Hua lowered his head. His eyes suddenly turned dark and profound, Celestial Pivot Patterns emerging in their depths as the Causality Lines before him gradually intertwined.

A crimson thread of aura slowly surfaced and drifted into the distance.

Mo Hua pointed along it and said, "This way."

With that, Mo Hua took the lead and