Chapter 670: Becoming a "God"
Chapter 670: Becoming a "God"
Eating a God?!
The golden malicious eyes narrowed their pupils abruptly, and then the eye sockets began to tremble violently, with golden blood vessels protruding, carrying an expression of sheer terror.
It finally understood what it was truly apprehensive and fearful of...
Humans were merely livestock to the gods, their humble servants.
How dare livestock even think of eating a god?
"Absurd!"
"Ignorant!"
The voice of the golden malicious eyes was sharp and distorted.
"How dare you profane the dignity of a god!"
"You foolish brat, you have no idea what you're doing or the terrifying taboo you're transgressing!"
Mo Hua was perplexed, "I was just speaking casually, why are you so worked up? You're supposed to be a 'god', yet you have no composure whatsoever..."
The blood vessels on the golden malicious eyes bulged even more hideously.
It was accustomed to followers who bowed their heads and knelt before it, and cultivators who praised and flattered it. It could not tolerate being mocked so impudently by a human brat.
"I will kill you sooner or later..."
"I will rip out your flesh and guts, drain your divine sense, and use your sea of consciousness as a cradle to turn you into a 'god slave', enslaved by me for generations, never to attain liberation..."
The golden malicious eyes hissed sharply.
Mo Hua was taken aback.
This evil god was truly venomous and held grudges so easily...
He wondered what its true identity was...
Mo Hua pondered for a moment, and then his eyes lit up slightly. He pretended to be arrogant, glanced at the malicious eyes with disdain, and said in a contemptuous tone, "And you think you can do that to me?"
"You are my defeated foe. Your demonic body was torn into pieces by me, and your big eyeball was plucked out and is about to be 'eaten' by me. What makes you think you can threaten me?"
Upon hearing this, the golden malicious eyes suddenly calmed down.
With a very indifferent gaze, it stared at Mo Hua, its voice hoarse and dry, laced with anger, "The Endless Desolation, myriad godly remains..."
"A million demons, all living beings as humble servants..."
"You, a lowly creature, have profaned a god, and one day, you will die without a place to be buried!"
Mo Hua's eyes flickered slightly.
The Endless Desolation, myriad godly remains?
What did that mean...
Did it mean that the God of Desolation had fragmented into countless pieces, leaving innumerable remnants of gods?
Was this malicious eye just one of those remnants?
How powerful was the Lord of Desolation? Mo Hua frowned.
He seemed to have... made a huge blunder.
However, this situation might have been unavoidable. The evil god wanted to kill him, and he couldn't just stand there like a "livestock", doing nothing and letting it slaughter him.
Moreover...
It would be a bit impolite not to "eat" something that had been offered to him.
"Never mind..."
Mo Hua decided to eat the golden malicious eye of this evil god.
The Lord of Desolation, myriad godly remains.
Since there were so many, one more or less probably wouldn't make a difference.
It might not even notice if he secretly "ate" one.
But how should he eat it? Should he just bite into it? Mo Hua looked at the ugly golden malicious eye and hesitated to put it in his mouth.
Mo Hua stared at the malicious eye for a while longer, and then he paused, sensing something amiss.
This golden malicious eye was firmly held in Mo Hua's hand, unable to break free, and it seemed to have resigned itself to its fate. However, deep within the eye, there was still a subtle and mysterious gleam.
If one didn't pay close attention, they wouldn't notice it at all.
"Something's not quite right..."
Mo Hua furrowed his delicate eyebrows.
This big eyeball still had some tricks up its sleeve, and it was still plotting something.
But what was it plotting?
Mo Hua thought about it but found himself clueless.
As a remnant of the evil god, it carried a part of the evil god's will, and he had no idea what means or trump cards it possessed.
His knowledge about gods was very limited.
If he "ate" it and was corrupted by the evil god's will, polluting his Dao heart, things would become quite troublesome.
Gods were not like demons.
The divine will within the gods' consciousness contained their divine essence, which was fundamentally different from ordinary demons.
While he could meditate and guard his heart, suppressing the evil thoughts of demons, he might not be able to repress the will of a god.
Moreover, this particular god was an "evil god".
No matter how he looked at it, the risk was still considerable.
"In this situation, it's better to be safe than sorry..."
Mo Hua nodded slightly.
He clenched the golden malicious eye in his hand and walked towards the center of his sea of consciousness.
The originally calm golden malicious eye suddenly sensed something amiss and asked, "What are you up to, brat?"
"I'm going to show you something nice!" Mo Hua replied as he walked.
The golden malicious eye's uneasy premonition grew stronger.
It felt incredulous.
Could there be some secret hidden within this brat that even made it feel an instinctive fear?
Soon after, an ancient and profound aura spread out.
The golden malicious eye stiffened abruptly.
It seemed to sense an extremely ancient presence, one that contained the Grand Dao and seemed akin to a "deity".
Then it saw that a broken stele had appeared in the sea of consciousness at some unknown time.
The golden malicious eye's pupil shook with shock.
A stele?!
Mo Hua also noticed the strangeness in the malicious eye's behavior, and he asked in a low voice, "Do you... recognize this stele?"
The golden malicious eye examined the stele for a moment, then calmed down and sneered, "It's just an ancient, broken stele..."
Mo Hua's clear, large eyes stared at the malicious eye doubtfully.
At the very least, this stele was different from all the ancient steles in its distant memory of its divine lineage...
Mo Hua's eyes narrowed with growing suspicion.
The golden malicious eye trembled, yet it only revealed a hint of contempt, coldly asking, "So, is this the stele you wanted to show me?"
Mo Hua glanced at the eye once more, his gaze profound and thoughtful, before breaking into a brilliant smile as he said, "Not exactly, I have something even better to show you!"
The golden malicious eye felt that something was amiss.
Mo Hua grabbed it with both hands and pressed it down onto one corner of the Dao Stele.
Caught off guard, the golden malicious eye caught a glimpse of crimson.
This crimson color was more vivid than blood, brighter than daylight, and more terrifying than anything else.
Terrifying thunderbolts coursed through it, imbued with the cold and unfeeling laws of the universe, embodying the heavenly will to annihilate all.
"Tribulation... Tribulation Thunder?!"
The golden malicious eye shrieked in surprise.
Its eye socket trembled, and the veins protruded as it struggled frantically, but it was held firmly in place by Mo Hua's small hands.
The scarlet thunderbolt flashed.
In an instant, the Tribulation Thunder completely obliterated the golden malicious eye.
The eye transformed into a pool of golden liquid, and within it, a pure golden, majestic, and terrifying ram's horn shadow struggled, howled, and eventually turned to ashes in its unwillingness.
"As expected," Mo Hua thought to himself.
Although he didn't know exactly what this golden ram's horn shadow was, it was likely related to the will of the Great Desolation Evil God.
If he had unknowingly "eaten" it along with the golden malicious eye, he might have caused future troubles.
The existence of evil gods was shrouded in mystery, and their power and means were unfathomable.
If one wasn't careful, the consequences could be disastrous.
Fortunately, he had used the Tribulation Thunder to dispel the "poison"...
Otherwise, the taint would have definitely corrupted his mind.
"Tribulation Thunder is indeed useful..."
Mo Hua praised inwardly.
The golden malicious eye was directly shattered by the Tribulation Thunder, and the evil god's will within it was also eradicated, transforming into a pool of pure "divine marrow".
The golden color of this divine marrow had faded significantly.
It seemed that a part of its origin, along with the evil god's will, had been destroyed by the Tribulation Thunder.
The remaining divine marrow, in terms of both quality and quantity, had diminished significantly compared to before.
However, this divine marrow was pure, clean, and devoid of consciousness.
It was not only safe and healthy but also easier to "digest".
A little less wouldn't hurt.
"I wonder what will happen to my divine sense after 'eating' this..."
"Will I be able to break through?"
Mo Hua's eyes lit up with anticipation.
Then, he opened his small mouth wide and sucked in, drawing all the divine marrow into his mouth.
In an instant, an ancient and profound divine thought surged into Mo Hua's sea of consciousness.
Strand by strand, the divine marrow, like blood threads, permeated Mo Hua's divine sense incarnation.
These "divine marrow blood threads" intricately wove themselves along the obscure patterns of the "Mysterious Heaven Grand Array", solidifying Mo Hua's divine thought.
It was as if, upon the foundation of Dao transformation, the divine marrow served as bricks and stones, constructing the steps toward godhood.
In a daze, Mo Hua had a strange feeling.
It was as if he had already stepped into the forbidden realm of the divine.
All creatures under heaven, countless living beings, were but mere cattle in his eyes, dust beneath his feet.
They revered him, worshiped him, and were subjected to his dominion and enslavement.
The clarity and vivacity in his eyes gradually faded.
In their place emerged a sense of majesty and aloofness, a faint golden hue.
This faint golden hue, nourished by the divine marrow and expressed through his eyes, gradually spread, permeating Mo Hua's divine thought incarnation and merging with his divine body.
A golden aura began to emanate from Mo Hua, making him seem like a "divine being".
His adorable features gradually transformed into a dignified visage, and the arrogance and aloofness in his eyes deepened...
At the same time, his humanity was slowly "extinguished"...
Just then, the Dao Stele suddenly trembled.
An ancient and clear sound reverberated through his sea of consciousness.
Mo Hua's expression shook, and he immediately snapped back to his senses, beginning to meditate to search for his true self within the haze of being assimilated by the "divine" and his confused thoughts.
His Dao heart, illuminated by divinity, was also barren.
Mo Hua meditated with all his might, retracing his true self.
Bit by bit, his memories from childhood to adulthood began to resurface.
The people he had met and the events he had experienced reappeared one by one.
Father, Mother, Elder Yu, his little friends, his master, Old Gui, his junior martial brother, his junior martial sister...
Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, the parting and reunion of loved ones—various emotions surged in his heart.
Mo Hua's barren heart, like a parched land nourished by spring rain, gradually revived with humanity.
The aloof and solemn faint golden hue in his eyes gradually faded, and the clarity and vivacity returned to his gaze.
After an unknown amount of time, Mo Hua's gaze returned to normal.
The faint golden divine marrow retracted, gathering within his divine sense incarnation and merging with the "flesh" of his divine sense...
Mo Hua looked at his hands and furrowed his brows.
His divine sense had not strengthened.
Or perhaps it had strengthened a little, but not by much, remaining stagnant at the sixteen-pattern level.
However, his divine sense seemed to have undergone a slight "qualitative change".
He felt that his divine sense had undergone a true qualitative change, possessing the qualities of a "deity."
It was the divine sense of a god.
His divine sense had grown stronger, but this enhancement was not reflected in his cultivation realm. Instead, it was a transformation in the very nature of his divine sense.
It seemed like two entirely different dimensions of divine sense.
This was the distinction between a cultivator and a deity.
Mo Hua felt perplexed and slightly uneasy.
The sensations he had experienced earlier were still vivid in his mind. Devouring that small amount of divine marrow had almost erased his humanity and assimilated his Dao heart.
He had nearly forgotten everything about being human and had started to view himself as a lofty deity, looking down upon all living beings.
And that was just from consuming one "sheep's eye."
What if he had eaten more? Would he have forgotten who he was and completely transformed into a cold, juvenile deity?
Mo Hua furrowed his brows, contemplating the instructions of his master. He was supposed to achieve enlightenment through his divine sense, but his master never mentioned anything about turning his divine sense into that of a deity.
Were these two different paths? Mo Hua was confused, his thoughts muddled and tangled.
"In the end, it's because I know too little about deities..."
Mo Hua sighed.
"Oh well, it's already done, and worrying about it now is pointless."
Moreover, his divine sense had indeed strengthened, even if it wasn't a breakthrough in cultivation realm.
But one should be content and not overly greedy.
Currently, at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, his divine sense had reached the limit of the middle stage.
If he broke through further, it would be at the late stage of Foundation Establishment, and that would be too much...
Mo Hua felt a twinge of regret but soon calmed himself.
He decided to learn more about "deification" in the future.
All fears stem from the unknown.
His concerns arose from his limited knowledge about deities. If he knew more, he would surely find ways to counter the after-effects of consuming a deity.
As for the Great Desolation Evil God, it seemed like a petty and vengeful being. Even though Mo Hua had only consumed one of its eyes, it would likely hold a grudge.
From now on, he needed to act more low-key.
He also had to plan ahead in case the Great Desolation Evil God found out about his "theft."
Mo Hua pondered these thoughts in his heart.
Currently, the evil god's eye had been obliterated by the tribulation thunder, leaving only the divine marrow, which he had completely devoured.
The Great Desolation Evil God couldn't blame him for that.
After all, as a mighty evil god, it must have its restrictions.
It was unclear if it was still "alive" or merely "slumbering."
Even if it was alive, with so many powerful cultivators in Qianzhou, it was unlikely to pay attention to him, an unknown junior cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage.
Mo Hua nodded, finding his reasoning reasonable.
Furthermore, he had the Dao Stele, and there was still a tribulation thunder residing within it.
The Dao Stele guarded his heart, and the tribulation thunder trapped his "prey."
As long as the evil god didn't come personally, he shouldn't have anything to fear.
For weaker foes, he could handle them himself, without even needing the Dao Stele.
At most, after defeating them, he could use the tribulation thunder to "disinfect" and the Dao Stele to "pan-fry," ensuring cleanliness and aiding absorption and "digestion."
Mo Hua finally set his mind at ease.
When you have many problems, you stop worrying about them. When you owe a lot of debts, you stop fretting.
Since he had already offended his master's older brother, he didn't mind adding an evil god to the list.
They were too powerful to care about a tiny ant like him, as long as he kept a low profile...
Mo Hua surveyed his consciousness and found no traces of foreign thoughts or divine sense, so he withdrew from his sea of consciousness with peace of mind.
In the remote valley, Mo Hua, who had been lying on the ground, opened his eyes.
The mountains were shrouded in a grayish hue, and dawn had not yet arrived.
All around were signs of battle—traces of fireball spells, arrays, sword qi, and demonic energy.
Not far away lay the corpse of the black-robed leader.
However, at this moment, the corpse had been corroded by demonic energy, turning into a pool of filthy black water.
It seemed that the reason it hadn't decayed earlier was due to the presence of the evil eye.
Now that the eye was gone, it shared the same fate as the other black-robed cultivators.
The demonic energy had eroded the body, leaving no bones behind.
But Mo Hua had memorized his appearance.
Although his face was charred from the Fire Separation Array, with a sinister expression and a gloomy voice, he appeared to be quite young, probably only in his twenties.
Moreover, he was likely a scion of a prominent family and possibly even a disciple of a sect.
However, Mo Hua didn't recognize who he was.
Mo Hua thought carefully and decided that it would be best to keep this matter a secret for now.
If word got out, he would become the target of those black-robed cultivators lurking in the shadows.
The Great Desolation Evil God might also trace the matter back to him.
Being able to operate as human traffickers near the boundaries of Qianzhou, they must have a powerful background.
He might also attract the attention of those hidden influential forces.
Furthermore, even if he spoke out, no one would likely believe him.
Mo Hua shook his head. It was better to keep an eye out and investigate the clues secretly. Only with solid evidence would he secretly inform Uncle Gu.
Before that, he must not reveal himself.
Mo Hua searched the black-robed leader's storage bag again and found only spirit stones and a few standard spirit swords that were a dime a dozen. There were also a few pills, but at a glance, they were evil pills.
There was nothing of value.
Mo Hua first drew the Fire Separation Array to burn the black-robed leader's corpse once more. Then he drew the Earth Burial Array to bury the remains deep beneath the soil and rocks.
He also altered the traces around the area to cover his tracks.
The black-robed leader was now thoroughly buried in this remote valley.
Even if someone came looking, they wouldn't be able to find his remains.
And even if they did find his corpse, it wouldn't have anything to do with Mo Hua anymore.
No one would believe that he, a mere early Qi Refining disciple, could single-handedly kill a mid-Qi Refining cultivator who was skilled in vicious means.
After making sure everything was taken care of, Mo Hua nodded in satisfaction.
In his heart, he silently thanked Uncle Zhang Lan.
"It's all thanks to Uncle Zhang's guidance back then that I gained the experience to kill and bury the body without leaving any traces or causing any trouble!"
Afterward, Mo Hua hurried back and reunited with Cheng Mo and the others.
He deliberately took a longer route and changed directions, then adjusted his mindset and came up with a story about how he had been chased by the black-robed leader and barely escaped with his life. Only then did he return to them.
Before he even got close to the abandoned weapon refinery, his spiritual sense detected Cheng Mo and the others.
They were scattered around, their faces anxious as they called out for "Mo Hua."
When they were trapped by the evil eye's bloodlight, they couldn't move, but they vaguely knew that Mo Hua had lured away the vicious black-robed leader.
That was why they had survived.
So, when the members of the Daotinsi arrived, the two groups spread out together, like a net, searching for Mo Hua in the mountains.
Worried that Mo Hua might have fallen victim to the black-robed cultivator, they felt both anxious and guilty, so they called out for him desperately.
Mo Hua was touched and waved to them from a distance.
"I'm back!"
Cheng Mo and the others were overjoyed, especially Cheng Mo, the big guy, whose eyes turned slightly red.
"Mo Hua, are you alright?"
"Are you hurt?"
"Where's that black-robed cultivator?"
The group asked anxiously.
"I'm fine," Mo Hua nodded, then put on a look of "relief":
"That black-robed cultivator was too terrifying. I was no match for him at all..."
"He chased after me, and I could only run for my life, finding an opportunity to hide myself in a big tree..."
"It was too dark, and the terrain was complex. The black-robed cultivator was careless and didn't discover me."
"Afterward, he seemed afraid of being discovered by the Daotinsi, so he left. I hid in the tree, lay low for a while, and then came back to find you guys..."
Mo Hua seriously recounted the story he had fabricated.
It was simple yet plausible.
Cheng Mo and the others didn't doubt him and breathed a sigh of relief. "Fortunately..."
"You're so lucky!"
"I was so worried about you..."
"When I reach the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, I'll definitely smash that black-robed bastard's head..."
"Forget it, by the time you reach the mid-stage, he might already be at the late-stage..."
...
With their worries lifted, the group chatted more casually.
Mo Hua also smiled faintly.
The rest was simple, and Mo Hua didn't have to worry about it.
The Daotinsi officials rescued the abducted cultivators and sent them back to the nearby Daotinsi branch.
They also examined the corpses of the black-robed cultivators.
Mo Hua and Cheng Mo, along with the other four, rode in a carriage escorted by the Daotinsi officials back to the Tai Xu Gate, located at the border of Qianzhou.
Mo Hua had wanted to pay a visit to his old friend, Huang Shan Jun.
However, there wasn't enough time, and given the current situation, it was better to avoid unnecessary complications. It was wiser to return to the Tai Xu Gate first and avoid any potential troubles.
The Daotinsi carriage was spacious but not very comfortable.
Despite this, Cheng Mo and the others soon fell into a deep sleep.
They had first been chased, then fought back, and later joined forces to kill a dozen black-robed cultivators in the abandoned refinery. After that, they had spent several hours searching for Mo Hua in the mountains, so they were already exhausted.
Now that they had relaxed, they fell asleep without any resistance.
Mo Hua, on the other hand, leaned against the carriage window, gazing at the passing scenery, his mind filled with thoughts.
Human traffickers, demonic energy, evil eye, evil god...
It seemed that the border of Qianzhou had long been unrestful.
Beneath the bustling facade, the seeds of evil had been sprouting, and what they had witnessed was probably just the tip of the iceberg.
Who knew what else lurked in the shadows...
Mo Hua's gaze turned slightly grave.
...
As the carriage clopped along, Mo Hua and his companions finally returned to the Tai Xu Gate.
(End of Chapter)
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