Cliff Path
That night, Mo Hua continued practicing the Concealment Array and Reverse Spirit Array on the Dao Stele in his Sea of Consciousness.
He was already familiar with the Concealment Array, so he was merely reviewing it.
The Reverse Spirit Array was exceedingly difficult. A complete Reverse Spirit Array required Ten-Pattern divine sense; Mo Hua could not draw one yet, so he only used it to practice Array Techniques and temper his divine sense.
The next day, he rose early and carried out his usual cultivation for two hours.
After hurriedly eating breakfast, he set off for Great Black Mountain. He crossed the Outer Mountain, reached the Inner Mountain, and made his way once more to that cliff's edge.
The cliff rose sheer for a thousand fathoms. Clouds and mist coiled below it, and its depths could not be fathomed.
Mo Hua sat cross-legged at the edge, closed his eyes, and released his divine sense downward into the abyss.
This time, he had made his prediction beforehand, so his purpose was clearer and his perception more meticulous.
After a while, Mo Hua opened his eyes, confusion in his gaze.
There was still nothing.
If his guess was correct, those Sinful Cultivators had used a Concealment Array to hide themselves. The likeliest place was beneath this cliff.
Yet the cliff was lofty and profound, its bottom nowhere in sight.
Within the range of Mo Hua's divine sense, there were neither human figures nor any unusual auras.
That was strange.
If they were not below the cliff, then were they on the other side?
Mo Hua looked across the abyss.
Opposite him lay Deep Mountain, thick with clouds and mist, dense with Miasma Fog. Its aura was perilous and unfathomable, and beneath the veil of poisonous fog, even the cliff edge