Mo Hua was shaken to the core, finding it hard to believe for a moment.
Then he suddenly remembered something. "Master Gu said that Lone Mountain was rich in Bright Yellow Copper Ore and was once called 'Guhuang Mountain'... Then the mountain god of Guhuang Mountain would be the Guhuang Mountain God... Lord Yellow Mountain?" Mo Hua had never imagined there could be such a connection.
When Master Gu had mentioned "Guhuang Mountain" to him before, he had not thought of Lord Yellow Mountain at all.
But something was not right...
Mo Hua immediately frowned.
The Fallen Mountain God, Lord Yellow Mountain, was already an old friend of his.
If it truly had ties to Lone Mountain, then with his understanding of the Way of Causality, he should have sensed some clue, however faint.
Yet he had sensed nothing at all.
Either he had been careless, or Lord Yellow Mountain's affairs concealed immense karma, veiled by someone using Celestial Pivot techniques so that no one could spy on or perceive them.
Mo Hua looked again at the Guhuang Mountain God on the Divine Temple's gates—holding a Mountain Halberd, clad in Chain Golden Armor, with a long, narrow face, majestic eyes, and a gaze that looked down upon all living things.
Then the image of Lord Yellow Mountain in that Dilapidated Temple surfaced in his mind again: a mud-and-clay idol in a plain robe, face starved pale, drinking rainwater and eating spoiled vegetables every day, smiling obsequiously as it apologized to him.
For a moment, he simply could not connect the two—not the two people... the two gods.
Apparently, when people fell on hard times, it was miserable enough. When a mountain god fell on hard times, it was no easier to endure.
Yet at the same time, Mo Hua's doubts