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Chapter 1047: Heavenly Escape and Slaughter
Chapter 1047: Heavenly Escape and Slaughter
Chapter 1047: Heavenly Escape and Slaughter
The talented youngsters had fallen to corruption, turning on each other until their moral foundations crumbled, reducing them to vessels of malevolent forces.
The situation was far more dire than Mo Hua had anticipated.
"Find the others as quickly as possible", Mo Hua said gravely.
Others might not care, but he couldn’t abandon his junior brothers who had trained and fought alongside him.
If he didn’t find them soon, once the evil formation continued to operate and the blood mist spread further, none of them would stand a chance. They would be overwhelmed by evil thoughts, plunging into a bloody massacre. They would either kill or be killed, and in the worst case, their minds could be devoured by evil spirits, turning them into mindless puppets, mere flesh and blood, like walking corpses. The consequences were unimaginable.
Situ Jian and the others, understanding the severity of the situation, nodded solemnly.
Without hesitation, Mo Hua released his divine perception, sensing the surroundings. He held a copper coin between his fingertips, silently calculating the causal connections, searching for the trail of the other Tai Xu Sect disciples.
A moment later, Mo Hua's eyes darkened. "Follow me."
He then activated his movement technique, leaving a trail of water light as he darted toward a treacherous, withered forest.
The others, seeing this, quickly followed suit, activating their own techniques.
As they entered the withered forest, the blood mist grew thicker, and the miasma became more intense. Thorns, drenched in blood, wriggled like bloodthirsty snakes, slowly moving.
More blood leeches floated through the forest, their sharp mouthparts poised to strike.
Mo Hua's gaze sharpened, and he turned to warn them, "Follow me closely, and don’t make a single mistake."
"Yes!"
Everyone nodded. They couldn’t see the blood-colored evil spirits, but the serious expression on their senior brother’s face made it clear that something strange lay ahead.
Senior Brother's instructions were always meaningful.
At a time like this, they needed to follow his orders precisely.
This was the experience and wisdom they had accumulated over the years as disciples of Tai Xu Sect.
Mo Hua nodded and continued to lead the way, guiding them to avoid the blood-colored evil spirits and explore further.
Mo Hua had already mastered the technique of releasing his consciousness to slay deities.
He could easily eliminate all these blood-colored evil spirits with a single sword strike.
However, the forest was teeming with these spirits, and there were too many to kill. It wasn’t worth wasting his mental energy.
Moreover, they were inside the Evil Path Great Formation, and who knew what other dangers they would encounter. It was wise to conserve their strength.
In the withered forest, the blood leeches floated in the air, their sharp mouthparts wriggling. If a cultivator approached, they would silently attach themselves to the cultivator’s forehead, burrow into their sea of consciousness, and feast.
But with Mo Hua leading the way, the Tai Xu Sect disciples successfully avoided these evil spirits.
They continued forward for a while, passing through the withered forest, when Mo Hua suddenly said, "Be careful."
As he spoke, a figure lunged out from the rustling trees.
Cheng Mo, who had been on edge the whole time, reacted instantly, unleashing a powerful axe strike. However, he heard Mo Hua’s voice, "Don’t kill him."
Cheng Mo immediately reined in his strength, deflecting his axe to strike the person’s back instead of a vital spot, knocking them to the ground.
Situ Jian and the others then worked together to pin the person down. Upon closer inspection, everyone’s faces changed:
"Ouyang Xuan!"
Ouyang Xuan, pinned to the ground by Cheng Mo, was in a state of half-man, half-ghost, roaring and struggling.
His Tai Xu Sect robe was dirty and bloodstained, making him unrecognizable at first.
Seeing him in such a state, the hearts of the Tai Xu Sect disciples grew cold, and they all turned to look at Mo Hua.
Mo Hua’s expression was solemn as he studied Ouyang Xuan for a moment before sighing, "His mind hasn’t been completely devoured, that’s good..."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
However, Ouyang Xuan continued to struggle, and they were unsure whether to kill him or not.
"Press his head down and make him look at me", Mo Hua ordered.
Cheng Mo and Situ Jian grabbed Ouyang Xuan’s head and turned it toward Mo Hua.
Ouyang Xuan’s eyes were blood red, with blood-colored entities moving in his pupils, glaring viciously at Mo Hua.
Mo Hua’s gaze was deep, and a golden light flashed. A faint thread of divine perception transformed into a weak sword beam, piercing Ouyang Xuan’s eye.
Ouyang Xuan, who had been struggling and roaring like a demon, shuddered and slowly closed his eyes, falling unconscious.
Mo Hua sighed softly.
This might be a bit crude, but there was no time to be gentle.
"Take him with us, and let’s find the others", Mo Hua instructed.
Ouyang Xuan wasn’t weak, and if he was in such a state, the others were likely in even worse conditions.
Time was of the essence, and they had to act quickly.
Mo Hua then released his divine perception again, using the causal algorithm to detect auras, searching for the other Tai Xu Sect disciples.
The journey was filled with scenes of eerie and malevolent occurrences.
Flesh-and-blood demons hung upside down from trees, waiting to prey on humans.
Thorny bushes, saturated with human blood, were shedding their skins.
Disciples, afflicted by evil spirits and having lost their minds, fought each other to the death.
Scattered disciples, their faces etched with fear and even despair, hid and fled.
A much larger, monstrous evil spirit, a grotesque amalgamation of human and demon limbs, floated in the sky. Its huge, ugly vertical eyes scanned the withered forest, seemingly searching for prey.
This large evil spirit, emanating powerful malevolent intent, blocked Mo Hua's path.
Its enormous, deformed eyes locked onto Mo Hua.
Mo Hua also looked up, quietly observing it.
Time seemed to stand still.
After a moment, the large evil spirit silently averted its gaze, pretending not to see Mo Hua. Its body trembled as it slowly drifted away to another place.
Its movements were light, slow, and courteous, not daring to obstruct Mo Hua's path.
Seeing that it was sensible, Mo Hua ignored it and continued following the causal clues. He moved through the malevolent formation, the blood-infested forest, and the brutal battles, rescuing one by one his nearly twenty junior disciples.
Some of them were unharmed, merely trapped in small valleys, too afraid to venture out.
Others were mildly infected by evil spirits.
Some had encountered disciples from other sects, leading to combat that awakened their killing intent, affecting their Dao hearts and fostering a murderous evil mind.
A few, like Ou Yang Xuan, were more severely infected, teetering on the edge of losing their minds.
Subduing these individuals took considerable effort.
Among them, the most challenging were the five brothers from Mount Tai-A, Ou Yang Fu, Ou Yang Lu, Ou Yang Shou, Ou Yang Xi, and Ou Yang Cai.
When Mo Hua found them, the five brothers were "butchering" each other.
Ou Yang Fu and Ou Yang Lu, infected by evil spirits, had red eyes and could not control their murderous intent, turning their blades on their own brothers.
The other three brothers, to subdue their two elder brothers, were forced to fight back.
As the battle raged on, the five brothers were all infected by the formation's blood mist, their killing intent deepening. They no longer held back, and the fight turned into a brutal, bloody slaughter among kin. Five massive swords clashed in a cruel and merciless scene.
When Mo Hua found them, this was the sight that greeted him.
"Stop!"
Mo Hua's eyes narrowed, and his clear, thunderous command pierced their eardrums, momentarily clearing their minds.
Ou Yang Shou, Ou Yang Xi, and Ou Yang Cai immediately regained their senses and halted their attacks.
Ou Yang Fu and Ou Yang Lu, more deeply affected by the evil spirits, continued their relentless slaughter.
Cheng Mo and the others tried to intervene but were unable to stop them.
Amid the struggle, Mo Hua's eyes glowed with a golden light. A stern glance from him pierced the eyes of the two men.
The two large figures immediately trembled, their minds clouded, and they collapsed to the ground.
With just one look, he subdued the two strongest among the five brothers.
The other disciples, though unaware of what Mo Hua had done, were all astonished. They regarded their junior master as a divine being.
"Bring them with you, and follow me", Mo Hua said.
"Yes, Junior Master."
Ou Yang Shou and Ou Yang Xi, carrying their two elder brothers, followed the other disciples as they trailed behind Mo Hua.
Mo Hua used his divine perception to scan the surroundings and finally found a cave in the withered forest.
Everyone entered the cave.
Mo Hua pointed his fingers, and spirit ink flowed across the ground, forming an array that sealed the cave entrance.
"Those not infected, stand behind me."
"Those mildly affected or with stirring killing intent, stand to my left."
"Those heavily infected and unconscious, place on the ground to my right."
Mo Hua sorted everyone according to the severity of their infection. He then took out an incense burner, lit a stick of sandalwood, and addressed those mildly affected, including Yang Qianjun, Ou Yang Shou, Ou Yang Xi, and Ou Yang Cai:
"Sit in place and meditate, focus your mind, and clear your thoughts. Visualize a state of clarity and stillness, like a mirror without dust or water at rest."
"If you encounter any issues with your Dao heart or find it difficult to suppress evil thoughts, tell me immediately."
"Understood, Junior Master."
Yang Qianjun and the three Ou Yang brothers nodded and, along with the others, began to meditate and focus their minds as Mo Hua instructed.
Next, Mo Hua turned his attention to the most severely affected, Ou Yang Xuan, Ou Yang Fu, and Ou Yang Lu.
Their situation was more complicated.
He couldn't enter their minds.
The God-Slaying Sword, if used, would cause too much destruction.
If he used his divine perception to form a sword and forcibly eliminate the evil spirits, it would also destroy their own divine perception.
After some consideration, Mo Hua decided to use "venom" to counter "venom" and "demons" to devour demons.
He took out a white bone sword and whispered:
"Bone Sword Spirit, go into their minds and eat the evil spirits."
"Only eat the evil spirits; don't touch anything else, or I'll feed you to the dogs."
After giving his instructions, Mo Hua placed the white bone sword on Ou Yang Xuan's forehead, at the Crown Point, where it connected with his mind.
A slightly malevolent red light appeared.
Then, the Bone Sword Spirit entered Ou Yang Xuan's mind and, following Mo Hua's orders, devoured the blood-red evil spirits completely.
Evil spirits are not very tasty.
Bone Sword Spirit really wanted to take another bite of a cultivator’s divine perception; that was its true nature as an evil spirit.
But it didn’t dare.
If it really dared to take another bite, the little master outside would have a thousand ways to kill this tiny sword demon.
Bone Sword Spirit knew better than anyone how vicious and terrifying the little master was.
His words were like ironclad laws, and Bone Sword Spirit truly didn’t dare to disobey even a bit.
"Fine, they are also descendants of the Ouyang family. Even if I can’t become human, I can still do some good..."
Thinking of the name "Ouyang", Bone Sword Spirit’s gaze dimmed slightly. After finishing the evil spirit, it carefully checked to make sure nothing was left behind before retreating from Ouyang Xuan’s Sea of Consciousness.
Mo Hua used the same method again, ordering Bone Sword Spirit to eat the evil spirits in Ouyang Fu and Ouyang Lu’s Seas of Consciousness as well.
After Bone Sword Spirit finished, Mo Hua personally inspected to ensure it had done the job faithfully. Only then did he nod in satisfaction.
With Ouyang Xuan and the others taken care of, Mo Hua checked on Yang Qianjun and the rest, finding that the evil thoughts in their hearts had also faded significantly.
The others were also in no serious trouble.
"Everyone is here, and they’re all alive..."
Mo Hua finally breathed a deep sigh of relief, feeling fortunate.
Thankfully, he knew some techniques of Heavenly Destiny, which allowed him to sense familiar auras. Otherwise, in the Evil Path Great Formation, with blood mist everywhere and evil energy rampant, he wouldn’t have been able to find Ouyang Xuan and the others in a short time.
If he had delayed even a little longer, it would be hard to say what his junior brothers would have become.
Mo Hua silently thought:
"Techniques of Heavenly Destiny are truly valuable. In the future, I should look for some causal Dao techniques to study thoroughly..."
"Whether for saving people or killing, they should be very helpful..."
But that was for later.
Having saved all his fellow disciples, Mo Hua now faced another problem:
What to do next?
Mo Hua pondered for a moment.
From what he had seen and heard, he had a general idea of what was happening.
Everything before him had been meticulously planned by Mr. Tu, or rather, the Evil Deity.
This included the Asura Battle.
The Asura Battle was used to make the disciples of the Four Sects, Eight Schools, and Twelve Streams kill each other, stirring up their murderous intent and hatred.
After that, the Evil Path Great Formation was activated, trapping these disciples in a closed evil array for a real massacre.
In the array, killing intent, hatred, pain, regret, and despair would all fester.
In the end, those who survived would have their hands stained with the blood of their fellow cultivators, and even their fellow disciples. Their hearts would be filled with pain and regret, their Dao hearts completely shattered. With their exceptional talents and spiritual roots, they would be the best “containers” for evil thoughts.
Though Mo Hua was not an Evil Deity and didn’t understand the specifics, his experience allowed him to think of a dozen or so ways to use these “demonized” talented youngsters as vessels to cultivate evil, turning them to his own use.
Whether as subordinates, divine servants, sacrifices, nightmares, demons, or even as demon embryos, they would all be top-notch “materials.”
This grand demonization and escape was tinged with blood, with slaughter as its theme.
All the rules were set by the Evil Deity.
Though Mo Hua was not an Evil Deity, he understood the Evil Deity’s nature well.
Even if he and his junior brothers managed to avoid the attacks of the other disciples from the Four Sects, Eight Schools, and Twelve Streams, and even if they killed everyone else and survived, they would not be the true “winners.”
Playing by the Evil Deity’s rules, there was no way to win.
Given that...
"I’ll have to set my own rules and play by my own rules."
Mo Hua rested his chin in his hand, his eyes glinting.
In the Earthly Asura Battle, he needed to kill. Only by killing everyone else could the Tai Xu Sect come out on top.
But in this “Heavenly” Great Escape, he needed to save.
Killing would not solve the problem. The more he killed, the heavier the karma, the deeper the evil energy, and the stronger the array, ultimately falling into the Evil Deity’s trap, making it impossible for anyone to survive.
Therefore, he needed to act in reverse and save people.
He needed to save all the talented youngsters from the Four Sects, Eight Schools, Twelve Streams, and even a few from the Qian Study Hundred Sects.
He needed to unite all possible forces and bring everyone onto the same boat.
Only then could the majority survive.
But he couldn’t just save anyone.
There were hundreds of talented youngsters from the major sects, and trying to save them one by one would be impossible.
Moreover, even if he saved them, they might not listen, and with so many people, chaos could easily ensue.
"Then... I’ll capture the leaders first and use them to coordinate everything..."
Mo Hua’s eyes lit up, and he gradually formed a plan.
"Let’s rest for a short while, and then we’ll set out." Mo Hua instructed.
Everyone was taken aback, and Situ Jian asked, "Little Senior Brother, where are we going?"
"To save people."
"Save people?"
"Yes!" Mo Hua nodded but didn’t elaborate, only instructing, "I’ll draw some arrays on your foreheads to protect your Seas of Consciousness. Remember, no matter what, don’t take them off."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Afterward, Mo Hua used the leftover array media and spirit ink to draw some basic divine path arrays on everyone’s foreheads, protecting their seas of consciousness from evil spirits.
During this time, Ou Yang Xuan and the others slowly regained consciousness.
Their divine perceptions were damaged, and their faces were pale, but since the root cause of their ailments had been removed, they were no longer in serious danger.
Mo Hua was finally at ease.
After about an incense stick’s time, Mo Hua gathered everyone and set out again.
The talented youngsters from the other sects were not particularly close to Mo Hua, but after their discussion and sparring, they had formed a certain connection. Mo Hua could sense some of their auras.
What surprised Mo Hua was how strong this connection was.
Why?
Mo Hua found it strange.
Could these talented disciples be thinking about him so much?
Am I really that important to them?
However, time was of the essence, so he didn’t have the luxury to dwell on it. Instead, he followed the connection and continued his search.
Soon, he found his first target.
This person was a “familiar face” to Mo Hua—Song Jian, the mole he had planted in the Duan Jin Sect.
Song Jian wasn’t alone; he was accompanied by fifteen other Duan Jin Sect disciples.
As one of the top talented youngsters in the Duan Jin Sect, it was natural for many fellow disciples to follow him, looking to him for leadership.
Trapped in the Evil Path Great Formation, surrounded by anomalies and danger at every turn, they were clearly huddling together, seeking a way out.
But the Evil Path Great Formation was filled with killing intent, and there was no easy escape.
Song Jian’s brow was furrowed, his expression grave. Just as he was feeling uneasy, he saw Mo Hua.
Song Jian was first taken aback, then overjoyed, but his face quickly turned to anger. He immediately drew his sword, pointing it at Mo Hua, and gritted his teeth, saying:
"Mo Hua—enemies meet on narrow paths. I’ve finally found you, and you’re a dead man today!"
With that, he charged forward, activating the Duan Jin Sword Qi without hesitation, leading the attack against Mo Hua.
Cheng Mo rushed forward, blocking Song Jian’s sword with his two axes.
Ling Hu Xiao pointed a finger, condensing the Chong Xu Sword Qi, and pushed Song Jian back.
Song Jian took the opportunity to retreat into the group.
Mo Hua sneered, "The Duan Jin Sword Technique is nothing special."
Song Jian was furious but seemed wary of Ling Hu Xiao and the five brothers of the Tai Xu Sect standing beside Mo Hua. He didn’t make any rash moves and instead said to his fellow disciples:
"The Tai Xu Sect is too powerful. We can’t fight them head-on. Let’s go."
Just as he was about to turn and leave, Mo Hua called out, "Song Jian."
Song Jian turned around.
Mo Hua spoke calmly, "This is the Evil Path Great Formation, filled with killing intent. You won’t be able to escape. Why not join forces with the Tai Xu Sect and find a way out together?"
Song Jian sneered, "You’re dreaming. The Duan Jin Sect and the Tai Xu Sect are enemies. Why would we team up with you?"
Mo Hua’s gaze sharpened, "Aren’t you thinking about yourself? What about the fifteen fellow disciples behind you?"
"Without my guidance, you’ll be trapped in the evil formation and die for sure."
"You are all top talented youngsters of this generation in the Duan Jin Sect. If you die..." Mo Hua smiled lightly, "the Duan Jin Sect will suffer a great loss."
Song Jian’s face turned ashen, his mind wavering.
After a moment, he said solemnly, "You really... can lead us out?"
Mo Hua said arrogantly, "Don’t forget, I am the champion of the Qianxue Zhen Dao."
Song Jian’s eyes were stern, as if he was having an inner struggle. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said:
"Fine! I agree!"
After saying this, Song Jian turned to the other Duan Jin Sect disciples and said solemnly:
"The Duan Jin Sect and the Tai Xu Sect are enemies. My decision to team up with Mo Hua is my own. If the elders blame us, you can all pin it on me."
Song Jian’s expression was resolute.
The Duan Jin Sect disciples were moved and deeply touched. They all bowed respectfully and said:
"Lord, your actions, enduring humiliation and taking responsibility, are for our safety."
"We will stand by you, sharing both glory and disgrace. We are ready to face any danger, no matter how great!"
Song Jian’s expression softened, and he looked at Mo Hua with a hint of bitterness:
"Please lead the way, Lord."
Mo Hua nodded, a faint smile on his lips.
(End of Chapter)
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