Chapter 1159: Chapter 699: Exploitation_2

Mo Hua intensified his grip, “Are you qualified to ask me questions?”

Master She almost had his neck snapped by Mo Hua and hastily pleaded, “Little ancestor! Spare my life! I’ll lead the way!”

Only then did Mo Hua let go.

Master She took a deep breath, stealing a glance at Mo Hua from the corner of his eye, his heart turning cold.

Damn, I misjudged him.

This kid is the most troublesome among these Hawk Dogs of the Taoist Court.

Outwardly, this little devil seemed to have the lowest cultivation, the weakest strength, and looked like a brainless, arrogant son of a noble family.

But unexpectedly, once in the nightmare, his Divine Sense turned out to be terrifying.

What the hell is going on?

Master She frowned, unable to make sense of it.

On the other side, Mo Hua was getting impatient, “Hurry up and lead the way!”

Master She snapped back to reality and nodded repeatedly, “Yes! Yes!”

Then, with a humble demeanor, he walked to the front of the River God Temple and stretched his hand to push the grand doors open.

“Wait,” Mo Hua suddenly said.

Master She’s hand trembled, daring not to move.

Mo Hua glanced at Gu An and others, then asked Master She, “How do we get these people out?”

Divine Sense gone, man gone; he didn’t want Gu An and the others to stay here and encounter any dangers.

Master She said, “Not yet.”

Mo Hua silently looked at Master She.

Master She’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly explained:

“Really, it’s not possible. Entering the dream is the River God’s ability. I just set up the altar and borrow the ritual; how could I have the power to send these people out of the nightmare…”

Mo Hua pondered for a moment and then asked, “You also entered the dream, how did you get out?”

Master She’s face twitched slightly.

This kid, his mind is too sharp.

He weakly said, “I…”

Mo Hua clenched his little fist.

Immediately, Master She said, “I… paid my respects to the River God, offered incense on the altar, bowed respectfully three times, and then I could leave the nightmare.”

“Altar…”

Mo Hua’s eyes narrowed slightly and he nodded, “I understand, lead the way.”

Master She didn’t know what Mo Hua had understood, but he didn’t dare to ask and resignedly pushed open the grand doors of the River God Temple.

The bright red doors swung open, revealing just the tip of the iceberg of the scenery inside the River God Temple.

This River God Temple in the dreamland was much more majestic than what was seen outside.

The interior of the River God Temple was also much more spacious.

Mo Hua stepped into the River God Temple, facing a long white stone path, with carved beams and painted rafters on both sides, depicting various fish monster patterns.

Walking straight forward, after a distance, through the front hall’s grand door, he reached the plaza of the River God Temple.

Entering the plaza, Mo Hua’s pupils contracted.

The plaza was filled with “people” kneeling!

And these people looked very familiar; upon closer inspection, they were the fishermen from the small fishing village.

Even Old Yu was among them.

Their figures were ethereal, kneeling on the ground, worshiping towards the depths of the River God Temple, and at the same time, an ugly Blood Fish swam in their brains.

The Blood Fish swam in their Sea of Consciousness like swimming in water, occasionally taking a gulp, making the fishermen’s figures even more faint.

The kneeling fishermen all wore pained expressions, as if they were undergoing countless nightmares in a loop and offering their suffering faith to the Evil God in the endless cycles of pain.

Mo Hua’s gaze was unbearable.

For these fishermen, peace was fleeting, and pain was a lifetime.

Whether it was the noble families or the Evil God, they all regarded them as “tools,” exploiting everything from them.

However, the existence state of these fishermen puzzled Mo Hua.

They should all just be ordinary Loose Cultivators, not following the path of Divine Sense Proving the Dao, and shouldn’t have an autonomous “Divine Thought” incarnation.

These kneeling fishermen seemed more like…

After falling into the nightmare, their Divine Sense “manifesting” in the dream?

But Mo Hua was not entirely sure, so he asked Master She, “What exactly is going on with these fishermen?”

Master She’s eyes shifted, and he said solemnly:

“These ignorant commoners are of low birth, living in hardship, so they pray to the River God for blessings, seeking the River God’s mercy.”

Mo Hua said nothing.

Seeing that Mo Hua was not satisfied, Master She continued:

“In order to make them grateful for the kindness, the River God constructed this dreamland, allowing all of them to kneel and pray here, day and night.”

Mo Hua’s gaze slightly hardened, and he roughly understood.

Ordinary Cultivators do not have incarnations of Divine Thought.

So, the Evil God wove a dream.

In the dream, all Cultivators can manifest their own Divine Sense.

This nightmare was created by the River God, or rather, the Great Wilderness Evil God, as a “collective dreamland.”

The Evil God, through the nightmare, could maintain believers and absorb the faith of the devotees to strengthen itself, unbeknownst to gods and ghosts.

Master She said this dreamland was “day and night”…

Meaning, this dreamland is not merely a dream, not just the kind of “dreamland” that only exists during sleep at night…

The fishermen of the small village are always in this dream.

It’s just that at night, the dreamland becomes apparent.

And the medium for entering the dream, or rather, the medium “contaminated” by the Evil God, is the well water that raised the Blood Fish.

Mo Hua couldn’t help but remember that not long ago, he had drunk fish soup, and after his Divine Sense was contaminated, he experienced the nightmare.

In the dream, he and his little junior sister had several tragic separations and reunions, all ending badly.

After waking from the dream, he realized and crushed the fish monster in his Sea of Consciousness.

If not for that, if his Sea of Consciousness had been further contaminated, he might also end up like these fishermen, being dragged into this “collective nightmare” one night, never to escape or awaken, and thus completely becoming a “livestock” bred by the Evil God.