Mr. Wu's soul had been destroyed, and the Divine Thought he left behind, streaked with blood, drifted away in all directions.
Mo Hua could have "eaten" that too, but though Mr. Wu had turned into a Yaksha, he had still been human—and a man-eater at that. Mo Hua found him rather disgusting and had no appetite for him, so he conjured a Fireball and burned away the remaining Divine Thought.
He could do without a rotten little side dish like that.
Besides, something better was waiting for him.
He had to save his appetite for the main course!
Now that Xie Liu, Water Yama, Xiao Zhenhai, and Mr. Wu were dead, almost every enemy in the Dragon King Temple had been cleared out.
And under the guidance of the God Lord's "loyal" believers, Mo Hua, their "sacrifice," had finally arrived upon the Altar of the God Lord of the Great Wilderness.
The Divine Marrow within Mo Hua began to circulate. A faint golden light rose around him, his eyes turned dark gold, and his gaze grew majestic and unfathomable.
He looked, in that moment, like a "god."
Then Mo Hua seated himself upon the Altar.
The Altar welcomed its false "God Lord."
Yet this "false god" bore an aura remarkably close to that of the Lord of the Great Wilderness.
He had even stolen some of the Lord of the Great Wilderness's Authority and exercised it in the God Lord's stead. Now, as he took his place upon the Altar, he moved with the ease of someone arriving at his own "home."
True to its own "loyalty," the Altar bestowed Authority upon this false god.
In that instant, boundless laws of the Great Dao appeared, countless and varied as rain, streaking past like shooting stars.
Rays of light gathered and