Chapter 1076: Little Wraith Daoist
Chapter 1076: Little Wraith Daoist
In the Carnal Labyrinth, at the Blood Pool.
Mo Hua lay on the altar in the center of the Blood Pool, a sacrificial dagger piercing his chest.
A cocoon of blood threads had sealed him inside.
Around the Blood Pool, four Golden Core Demon Cultivators stood guard.
One of them, a Bald Demon Cultivator, was a towering figure with a fierce blood-colored tiger pattern on his head. He was dipping his decapitation blade into the blood and sharpening it.
Another Demon Cultivator, tall and thin, seemed to be an Evil Array Master, drawing a blood-colored evil array.
The other two Demon Cultivators were dissecting several large demon beasts, piecing together their flesh.
As the Evil Deity awoke, a terrifying tremor spread, filling the four men with fear, followed by boundless reverence and faith.
Their blood boiled, and their divine perception verged on madness.
Then the Bald Demon Cultivator asked, "Is it time?"
"Yes", the Evil Array Master replied. "According to Mr. Tu's instructions, once the Divine Master awakens and his authority spreads through the array, we must cut off this boy's head and immerse it in the Blood Pool. After it is assimilated by the blood aura, we will sew it onto the body of the Karmic Dragon Demon."
The Bald Demon Cultivator seemed unconcerned.
The Evil Array Master sternly added, "The process of beheading must be handled with utmost caution. We must use the blood-drenched decapitation blade to sever his head and the blood activation array to preserve his vitality. We cannot let him truly die."
The Bald Demon Cultivator, growing impatient, grumbled, "Why go through all this trouble?"
The Evil Array Master sneered, "What do you know? Do you know this boy's identity? Do you know if he has any life-saving techniques?"
"Only by beheading him without killing him can we avoid triggering any restraints. If he dies immediately after his head is cut off, it will definitely trigger his trump card, and we will all be doomed."
The Bald Demon Cultivator was taken aback, finally understanding. "I see."
The Evil Array Master sneered, "Mr. Tu's instructions have deep meaning. You don't have the brain to understand, so just follow them."
The Bald Demon Cultivator, though displeased, dared not argue. He picked up the decapitation blade and approached Mo Hua.
First, he pulled out the sacrificial dagger from Mo Hua's chest, dissolving the blood cocoon. Then, he raised the blood-drenched decapitation blade to Mo Hua's neck, ready to strike. Suddenly, he paused.
He saw Mo Hua's eyes.
They were naturally clear, untouched by the mundane world, and seemed to hold an unfathomable depth.
The Bald Demon Cultivator's heart skipped a beat.
"When did this boy wake up?"
The way he looked at him, so eerily, made his heart chill.
The Bald Demon Cultivator hesitated for a moment, then thought, "So be it. If he's awake, he'll die with his eyes open, which is better than being beheaded blindly."
Besides, beheading a living person was more interesting.
Especially a handsome head, the pride of the Qianxue Great Sect, being cut off by his own hands, was truly exhilarating.
The Bald Demon Cultivator grinned, raised the decapitation blade, and was about to sever Mo Hua's head. He even stared into Mo Hua's eyes, eager to see the fear, panic, and despair that would flash across those clear, beautiful eyes before death.
But suddenly, the clarity in those eyes turned deep and dark.
Those clear eyes seemed like an abyss, radiating an unfathomable terror.
Even a chilling, gray-black aura slowly intertwined and rose within them.
The Bald Demon Cultivator felt as if his soul had been captured, suddenly frozen in place.
His eyes reflected the darkness, as if a thought had been planted in his mind through his eyes.
At the same time, a hauntingly clear and crisp voice echoed in his ears, as if it came from his own heart:
"Why do you listen to Mr. Tu?"
"Does he tell you to kill whoever he wants?"
"Does he deserve it?"
"Are you his pet dog?"
The Bald Demon Cultivator's pupils turned black, his face twisted with a sinister expression.
He stood there, the decapitation blade raised, as if in a daze.
His expression kept changing, his forehead red, and his eyes filled with a hint of anger.
The Evil Array Master had finished drawing the blood activation array and was waiting for the Bald Demon Cultivator to behead the sacrifice so he could use the array to preserve the head's vitality.
But after waiting for a long time, he saw the Bald Demon Cultivator standing there, the decapitation blade in hand, seemingly lost in thought.
The Evil Array Master grew impatient and frowned, urging him, "Hurry up and cut off the boy's head."
"Stop dawdling. What are you waiting for?"
But no matter how many times he repeated himself, the Bald Demon Cultivator remained motionless.
The Evil Array Master, growing angry, snapped, "This is Mr. Tu's order. Do you dare disobey?"
The words "Mr. Tu" seemed to trigger something in the Bald Demon Cultivator.
His eyes turned blood-red, and he suddenly struck, slashing the decapitation blade across the Evil Array Master's neck.
The Evil Array Master’s eyes widened in shock, his face a mask of disbelief. He never expected the Bald Demon Cultivator to suddenly lose his mind.
Then he saw the Bald Demon Cultivator’s distorted face and the look of intense anger.
A sharp pain shot through the Evil Array Master’s neck, and a chill ran down his spine. He suddenly realized something was wrong and tried to resist, but the massive decapitation blade was already upon him, claiming his life.
The Bald Demon Cultivator swung the blade again and again, slashing at his neck and head. With each strike, he raged,
“Mr. Tu!”
“Mr. Tu!”
“Mr. Tu, my ass!”
“What the hell is he?”
“Just because he says something, I have to do it?”
“Dare I defy Mr. Tu’s orders?”
“Defy your mother! What if I don’t?”
...
The Bald Demon Cultivator continued to swing the decapitation blade, cutting the Evil Array Master into a bloody mess. The Evil Array Master’s array was sinister and vicious, but he was not skilled in combat, especially when caught off guard by a demon cultivator with overwhelming blood energy. The sudden attack left him with no chance to fight back.
The Evil Array Master was brutally hacked to death.
The sudden and incomprehensible turn of events left the two other demon cultivators, who were busy dissecting demon beasts, stunned and furious.
“Are you crazy?”
“Have you lost your mind?”
“Aren’t you afraid Mr. Tu will punish you?”
Mentioning Mr. Tu only made the Bald Demon Cultivator’s rage intensify. His face twisted in anger,
“Are you Mr. Tu’s dogs too? Did Mr. Tu send you to harm me?”
One of the demon cultivators shouted, “What nonsense are you spouting?”
Before he could finish, a bloody decapitation blade was already slicing toward his head.
The demon cultivator cursed and pulled out a skeletal evil artifact, engaging the Bald Demon Cultivator in a fierce battle.
The other demon cultivator didn’t sit idly by either. He summoned a blood sword and joined the fray.
These two demon cultivators were skilled and well-versed in dark arts. One used the blood sword to attack, while the other used the skeletal artifact to suppress. Together, their combined power was formidable.
Despite his madness and brutal fighting style, the Bald Demon Cultivator was no match for the two of them. After nearly a hundred exchanges, he was overpowered, his left shoulder pierced by the blood sword and his entire body pinned down by the skeletal artifact.
The Bald Demon Cultivator, though restrained and unable to break free from the demonic aura of the skeletal artifact, continued to snarl and roar.
The skeletal demon cultivator, puzzled by his behavior, frowned,
“What’s wrong with this idiot? Is he possessed? How dare he defy Mr. Tu’s orders? He...”
Before he could finish, a sharp blood sword pierced through his chest from behind.
The skeletal demon cultivator’s eyes widened as he slowly turned around to see his former ally, the blood sword still embedded in his chest, his face twisted in rage,
“So what if you defy Mr. Tu’s orders? Are you willing to be Mr. Tu’s dog?”
“A dog of Mr. Tu is not worth saving!”
The blood sword pierced his heart, and the toxic blood energy began to tear through his organs. The skeletal demon cultivator’s face was filled with anger and regret, but it was too late. He died with his eyes wide open.
After killing the skeletal demon cultivator, the blood sword demon cultivator couldn’t stop laughing.
But as he laughed, the dark gray in his eyes faded, and his mind cleared. He looked at the dead body of his former ally, his face filled with shock and disbelief,
“What... What have I done?”
“How could I...”
“I...”
As he was still in shock, a loud “thud” echoed. A massive decapitation blade, charged with overwhelming demonic energy, chopped down on his neck, spraying a torrent of blood.
Then came the second, third, and fourth strikes, each one swift and merciless.
The blood sword demon cultivator was also brutally killed, his body slumping to the ground.
Behind him stood the Bald Demon Cultivator, who had just broken free from the skeletal evil artifact’s suppression. Covered in blood, his decapitation blade drenched in gore, the blade that was meant to cut off Mo Hua’s head was now stained with the blood of demon cultivators.
“No one can tell me what to do.”
“Not even Mr. Tu…”
“Whoever tells me what to do will die.”
The Bald Demon Cultivator’s eyes showed a faint blackness, as if he were possessed.
But with all the demon cultivators in the Blood Pool dead, and no one left to “teach him what to do,” he suddenly lost his target and looked somewhat lost.
At that moment, a naive yet eerie voice echoed in his mind,
“That’s right, no one can tell you what to do, not even Mr. Tu…”
“What is Mr. Tu, anyway?”
“He only gets away with it because of the Divine Master’s power.”
“The Divine Master is wise and great.”
The Bald Demon Cultivator nodded in agreement, “Yes, the Divine Master is wise and great.”
The naive and eerie voice continued, “Now that the Divine Master has awakened, Mr. Tu’s abilities are not enough to be the Divine Master’s ‘servant.’”
The bald demon cultivator nodded, "Yes, he is not worthy."
"If he is not worthy, who is?"
"Who?" The bald demon cultivator looked bewildered.
"You." The eerie voice said firmly, "You are the 'servant' of the Divine Master. Only you are worthy to be the Divine Master's 'servant.' Only you are worthy to serve the Divine Master, to share in the supreme power of the Divine Master, to follow the Lord of the Wasteland, and to live forever..."
The bald demon cultivator's expression gradually grew resolute:
"Yes, only I, only I am worthy to be the Divine Master's 'servant.' Only I am worthy to live forever..."
"But the Divine Master's servant can only be one."
"Only... one?"
"Yes, only one", the innocent yet eerie voice asked, "What should we do?"
"What should we do?"
The bald demon cultivator's expression turned increasingly sinister. After a moment, he said with a fierce tone:
"Kill them all, then I will naturally be the Divine Master's... only 'servant'!"
The eerie voice agreed, "Exactly, kill them all! The Divine Master's servant can only be you!"
"Kill them all! The Divine Master's servant can only be me!"
The bald demon cultivator muttered, his lips curling up, and his eyes gleaming with excitement and bloodlust.
He shouldered the decapitation blade, covered in blood, and left the Blood Pool.
Outside was the Carnal Labyrinth, a place where flesh and blood were strewn about, and bones formed the walls. The labyrinth was intricate, and many paths were sealed off.
But as the bald demon cultivator approached, the flesh and blood parted, and the bones retracted.
A path naturally appeared before him.
This only strengthened his faith.
The "Divine Master" was calling him.
The "Divine Master" was guiding him.
This was the "Divine Master's" blessing, clearly recognizing him as the chosen "servant."
The bald demon cultivator dragged the decapitation blade, leaving a trail of blood as he walked deeper into the labyrinth.
...
In the depths of the Carnal Labyrinth, the Grand Temple of Sacrifice.
Mr. Tu sat in meditation with his eyes closed, guarding the Blood Sacrifice Array to solidify the nightmares of the Evil Deity and summon his servants to protect the deity.
Before him, an evil lamp burned.
Around him, powerful demon beasts stood guard.
In addition, the temple housed hundreds of demon cultivators.
When the Evil Deity awoke, the powerful and vast aura of divinity spread, leaving all the demon cultivators present in awe, fear, and excitement.
Their divine perception was extremely heightened, their rationality fading, and they gradually became more deranged.
Their faith in the Evil Deity reached its peak.
At that moment, a rough knocking sound echoed from outside the temple.
It sounded as if something sharp was hammering against the door, the sound becoming increasingly urgent and impolite.
The demon cultivators present had icy, murderous gazes.
"Open the door."
One of the demon leaders refused, "Mr. Tu has instructed us not to open the door to the temple until the Divine Master awakens, to avoid any unforeseen complications."
The other demon leaders remained silent.
However, the "knocking" did not stop; instead, it grew louder and more brazen.
The demon leaders grew increasingly irritated.
They were already mindless and bloodthirsty, and the will of the reborn Evil Deity only made them more violent.
Mr. Tu's words were not always heeded by all the demon leaders.
A Golden Core cultivator from the Xuanmo Sect sneered, "Open the door. I want to see which beast has the nerve to knock like this."
"He doesn't even realize where he is."
The other demon leaders also had cold expressions.
A demon cultivator from the Xuelian Sect was ordered to open the door.
As the door opened, a bloody decapitation blade suddenly lunged forward. Fortunately, he had been alert and managed to dodge the blade with a cold laugh.
But before his laugh ended, a blood-soaked figure, like a vengeful ghost, pounced on him and bit through his neck with a bloodstained mouth. Blood splattered, and his flesh was torn.
Everyone's pupils contracted.
"What is this thing?"
"A demon cultivator?"
"Has he gone mad?"
A late-stage Golden Core cultivator from the Demon Sword Sect immediately summoned a demonic sword, enveloped in black sword aura, and split the bloody bald demon cultivator in two, blood splattering the ground.
Even though he was split in two, the bald demon cultivator didn't die immediately. He struggled on the ground, grinning and roaring:
"I am the servant of the Divine Master."
"The servant of the Divine Master can only be one."
"The servant of the Divine Master can only be me."
"Only I can live forever..."
...
His pitiful appearance, coupled with these eerie words and his fanatical faith in the Lord of the Wasteland, echoed through the temple, leaving a mark on the hearts of every demon leader present...
Many of the demon leaders' eyes began to glow with a strange blackness.
(End of Chapter)
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