Inside the cave sealed by the Formation.
The void was permeated with a familiar yet icy, eerie chill.
Mo Hua held his breath, not daring to draw even a full lungful of air, and forcibly cut off his own thoughts, severing all circulation of mental activity, keeping his mind blank, so as to avoid stirring certain karma and inviting the descent of Wily Minds.
Time flowed by bit by bit.
The eerie chill in the void slowly flowed along.
Mo Hua was like a quiet mouse, lurking underground.
No one knew how long had passed before the strange aura in the air gradually thinned and then slowly vanished.
Mo Hua still did not dare to be careless; even his breathing was cautious, quietly and steadily lying low, not daring to relax in the slightest.
In this way, sun rose and moon set and rose again; three full days passed.
The oppressive feeling in the air was gone.
Within karma, there was no longer that hard‑to‑grasp, unfathomable sense of eeriness.
