The little silverfish swam away.
Mo Hua didn't mind; seizing the opportunity before the nightmare shattered and the River God Temple collapsed, he continued to search the altar meticulously, not sparing a single bottle, jar, candle, or pedestal.
But after a long search, he still came up empty-handed.
After contemplating for a moment, Mo Hua, with a single thought, took a seat on it himself.
He felt a subtle sensation.
As if, in the dark, he had connected to something.
But that was all.
Unknown if it was because the altar had been destroyed by him, the offering table overturned, so even though he sat on it himself, it didn't feel significant.
Unlike the altar in the Bi Mountain Demon Cavern, where the moment he sat down, Demon Monsters would kowtow, divine essence would surround him, countless mysteries culminated within him, and his Divine Sense felt relaxed and expansive.
Mo Hua looked at the desolate altar and sighed helplessly.
It seemed like this was it...
