Chapter 790: Flee Quickly
Chapter 790: Flee Quickly
Within the Great Prison, the yaoguai were almost completely annihilated.
Mo Hua, who had reached the Divine Consciousness realm with nineteen spirit patterns, had eyes that shone brilliantly. His divine consciousness became more refined, and his aura grew more powerful.
There was no longer anyone or anything within that could stand against him.
He turned his head to look at the ram-horned gate.
Layer upon layer of divine seals still blocked the gate.
These divine formations, in Mo Hua's eyes, had been fairly intricate before.
But now, after consuming countless yaoguai, breaking through the Heavenly Dao's "seal," and digesting the Heavenly Dao's sealing laws, his understanding of divine formations had deepened.
Now, as he looked at the ram-horned gate again, he could vaguely sense the faint rules circulating between the formation patterns.
However, the sealing laws on the gate now seemed crude and full of "flaws" to Mo Hua.
He lifted his palm and condensed a golden sword, then slashed at the gate.
It looked like an ordinary sword strike, but it contained his understanding of the operation of the laws within the divine formation. Like a skilled butcher dissecting an ox, he avoided the strong points and attacked the weak.
With just one strike, the sword pierced through the divine formation patterns and the gate.
Inside the gate, Tu's pupils suddenly contracted.
The demonic aura outside the gate had faded...
The ferocious god was still breaking through the gate.
"So many yaoguai...all killed?"
How terrifying was this ferocious god?!
Although Tu had expected it, he still found it hard to believe.
Just what kind of "breed" of ferocious god could possess such formidable power, fearless of the swarm of demons, unconcerned about spiritual power consumption, and able to slaughter countless yaoguai in such a short time?
Tu's face was as calm as water as he turned to look at the other empty mural, feeling slightly relieved.
"The divine bridge is broken, and the path to the divine realm has been blocked."
"This ferocious god, no matter how terrifying, will stop here. It cannot covet the homeland of the Divine Master..."
Tu glanced at the pale-faced "young master" beside him and said solemnly, "Young master, hurry up and leave."
The young master wanted to say something more.
Suddenly, there was a soft sound, and the ram-horned gate was pierced again. Several formation patterns shattered, revealing a golden sword tip.
This sword was condensed from divine consciousness, simple and crude in appearance.
However, it contained an astonishing amount of killing intent.
Tu's expression changed, and he urged, "Hurry up and leave! If you don't go now, it'll be too late!"
"That ferocious god is about to break in!"
The young master asked, "But what about you, sir?"
Tu replied, "I'll sacrifice this remnant soul to buy you time. Otherwise, neither of us will be able to escape..."
As they spoke, more holes were poked in the ram-horned gate, and the sword qi became more and more intense.
There were barely any divine formation patterns left on the gate.
The formidable figure of the "ferocious god" outside the gate also became vaguely visible.
The young master gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, thank you, sir!"
He immediately took out a piece of divine bone, sprinkled his divine consciousness blood on it, and then used the bone's sense of solidity and emptiness to gradually detach himself from the Nightmare within the Refining Demon Chart.
His figure gradually faded.
The "ferocious god" outside the gate seemed to sense something as well. After a slight hesitation, he condensed an even stronger sword qi and quickened the pace of breaking through the gate.
The ram-horned carving on the gate was chopped to pieces.
The entire divine gate, once the most impregnable "seal," was now slashed to pieces, letting in the wind from all sides.
However, after just a few breaths, the divine gate was completely shattered.
A figure, surrounded by dazzling golden light, was about to step through the gate.
"Not good!"
It seemed that the "young master's" divine consciousness had not completely detached yet.
The "Tu," who was just a remnant soul, immediately rolled his eyes up, and his eyes became two deep red bloody holes, exuding a sense of numbness and ferocity.
This was a secret technique of the evil path.
He extinguished his rationality and pushed his evil nature to the extreme.
Two black, filthy, and incomplete ram horns grew on Tu's head, and the flesh and blood of his divine consciousness began to twist and become deformed and ugly.
In just a moment, he transformed into a "Ram-horned Evil Demon."
At the same time, his evil aura soared to its peak.
Without waiting for Mo Hua to enter, Tu, who had transformed into an evil demon, charged at Mo Hua with a fierce wind and intense evil thoughts.
However, before he could get close, his body stiffened, and he stood still.
After a moment, a golden light appeared between his brows.
A golden sword directly pierced "Tu's" forehead, and then the sword qi spread out, disintegrating Tu's physical body into pieces.
"As expected of a...ferocious god..."
"With just the power of this remnant soul, there was no chance of resistance."
"The path of the divine is indeed grand and unfathomable..."
Tu's face was sliced to pieces by the sword qi, and the blackness in his eyes gradually faded as the blood disappeared. His sanity returned like a final flash of light, and he managed to regain a bit of rationality.
With all his might, he looked at the "ferocious god."
He wanted to see the face of this "ferocious god."
He wanted to see what the enemy of the Divine Master looked like.
However, his vision was filled with blood and golden light, and he could not see the face of the ferocious god who had pierced his forehead with a sword.
All he could see was a "young" figure and a pair of cold and majestic eyes amidst the intertwining blood and golden light.
This was a "young" ferocious god.
It seemed to have just hatched from a divine fetus not long ago.
But its eyes already held divine majesty and a cold detachment towards all living beings, and perhaps even more...
Vaguely, "Tu" also saw that within those eyes, there were strange patterns of dark and light alternating.
"Died at the hands of a 'god.'"
"Died at the hands of the Divine Master's powerful enemy."
"Died for the grand cause of the Divine Master!"
"This remnant soul has died a worthy death..."
Tu thought devoutly, and then his divine soul was completely shredded by the golden light and dissipated into nothingness.
On the other side, the young master's figure gradually faded as well. Before his divine consciousness completely dissipated, he also caught a glimpse of the "ferocious god" who had killed Tu with a single sword strike.
Even a nameless fear arose in his heart.
He dared only a single glance, eager to escape the nightmare with the time bought by Tu's sacrifice.
He feared that if he lingered, he would meet his end at the hands of this formidable and terrifying god.
...
Within the grand hall of the Myriad Demon Valley, the young master abruptly opened his eyes, his hands trembling uncontrollably as he panted heavily.
His back was soaked with cold sweat.
It was as if he had just experienced a "nightmare."
Yet his eyes were filled with coldness and resentment.
"In my life, this is the first time I've been so disheveled..."
He committed the silhouette of that young divine figure to memory, his gaze icy:
"I will never forget this humiliation..."
...
At the moment when Tu's remnant soul was obliterated, in the Qian Dao Sect within the Qian Xue State, a senior disciple teaching a class suddenly paled, his head throbbing in pain.
It felt as if a wisp of his soul had been forcibly torn from his body.
His facial muscles contorted, and he barely maintained his human form.
"Elder Shen" quickly covered his face with his sleeve, simultaneously bending his body as he coughed uncontrollably, almost coughing up blood.
The disciples sitting below him were startled, exchanging confused glances, unsure of what had just happened.
One of them asked with concern:
"Elder, are you alright?"
"Elder Shen" coughed a few more times, secretly smoothing out his facial skin before slowly raising his head.
His face was terrifyingly pale, like that of a corpse.
His entire being exuded a haggard aura.
The disciples looked on with alarm.
"Elder, are you..."
"Elder Shen" quickly turned his thoughts, his expression bitter as he sighed and said:
"Recently, I obtained an ancient scroll containing a complex and profound formation. I was so engrossed in studying it day and night that I neglected my spiritual consciousness, overextending myself and damaging my vitality."
After speaking, Elder Shen looked at the gathered disciples and earnestly advised them:
"...You should all take this as a warning. When studying formations, you must proceed according to your capacity. If your spiritual consciousness is insufficient, do not force yourself to comprehend them. Do not be impatient; progress step by step and follow the proper procedures..."
"If you rush ahead recklessly, you may end up like me..."
Elder Shen coughed a few more times, his face growing even paler, "...with depleted spiritual consciousness and a damaged foundation."
The disciples were filled with awe, and they all bowed and said:
"Thank you for your guidance, Elder. We will keep your words in mind."
"Elder Shen" nodded in satisfaction, "Good, let's continue the lesson..."
"Yes."
Elder Shen opened the scroll and began explaining the formation patterns on the array plate to the disciples, his expression gradually returning to normal.
However, his heart was far from calm.
"My remnant soul...actually died?"
"What happened in the Myriad Demon Valley...?"
"Who destroyed my remnant soul?"
Elder Shen couldn't help but narrow his pupils, a chill running through his heart.
...
Within the Refining Demon Chart.
Mo Hua, enveloped in golden light, had just obliterated a blood-colored demon with lightning speed when he turned to look at another figure, but it was too late.
In that brief glance, he caught only a glimpse of a noble and elegant young master.
However, before he could scrutinize the young master's features, the image blurred and vanished completely, leaving no trace of his whereabouts.
"What a pity..."
Mo Hua sighed softly.
This blood-colored demon had charged at him aggressively.
Caught off guard, Mo Hua had not held back, impaling its brain with a sword and eradicating it without leaving any survivors.
Now, he realized that it was probably Tu.
And that young master had also eluded him, escaping without even leaving a clear impression of his appearance.
"Such a meticulously planned and secretive operation, it's no wonder they're difficult to capture..."
Mo Hua felt a sense of regret.
"If he escaped, there will be other opportunities in the future..."
Mo Hua calmed himself, turning his head to survey their surroundings. He noticed the emptiness of the area beyond the ram-horned gate and wondered, "What were Tu and that young master doing here in secret?"
Whatever they were up to must have been of great importance.
It was something they deemed worth dying for.
Mo Hua frowned slightly, scrutinizing their surroundings once more, and then he let out a soft "Oh?"
He had noticed a small section of blank mural.
This mural, unlike the Refining Demon Chart outside, was only about as tall as a person, and it was completely bare, devoid of any drawings.
Mo Hua had almost mistaken it for an ordinary "stone wall."
Mo Hua released his spiritual sense, carefully sensing the area, and his heart stirred.
"There's a...very unique aura..."
Calm, serene, rich, and sweet...
It was an aura akin to the essence of divinity, causing the "divinity" in Mo Hua's spiritual sense to stir with longing.
"What is this?"
Tu and the others had hidden here to secretly erase traces of this aura, preventing others...
Or perhaps, preventing himself from discovering it?
Mo Hua was perplexed and even more curious.
He was eager to know what had been hidden within the blank mural that emanated such a "rich and sweet" divine aura.
Mo Hua inspected the mural inch by inch once more.
He even used his spiritual sense to carefully "scan" the rest of the hall.
Yet he found nothing.
"They covered their tracks well..."
Mo Hua shook his head, seeing no other clues in the area. He could only sigh inwardly, "It's getting late. I should leave now."
"Since I'll be dealing with the Great Desolation's Evil God in the future, I'll unravel the clues slowly when I have more information.
The remnants of Tu's demonic thoughts still lingered in the air after his death.
Mo Hua scorned these demonic thoughts and naturally had no intention of consuming them.
He condensed a few more sword auras and eradicated these lingering thoughts, completely eliminating any potential troubles before leaving the grand hall.
After leaving the hall, Mo Hua found the Sword Bonehead, who had been hiding in a corner and looking out only for himself.
Ever since the yaoguai swarmed, Sword Bonehead had been hiding here, feigning death.
Of course, Mo Hua had never expected it to help him.
With the chaos in the Great Prison, it was already remarkable that Sword Bonehead had survived.
"Let's go back..." Mo Hua said.
"Yes, yes..." Sword Bonehead nodded repeatedly.
Its waist, which was now only bones, bent even lower.
Having witnessed the countless waves of yaoguai in the Great Prison being utterly annihilated by Mo Hua, it was now as silent as a cicada in winter and didn't even dare to look directly at Mo Hua.
Since becoming the Sword Demon, it had never encountered a deity.
But now, it realized that a deity was probably no different from the little ancestor before it.
Just the mere thought of the strength of Mo Hua's divine consciousness, comparable to that of a deity, made Sword Bonehead involuntarily bend its waist even lower.
Along the way back, the small Mo Hua walked with his head held high, while the tall Sword Demon bowed and scraped.
In this manner, the two of them retraced their steps, left the Refining Demon Chart, and returned to Sword Bonehead's blood pool.
In the blood pool, Linghu Xiao and the other two were still unconscious.
After checking their conditions and finding nothing unusual, Mo Hua instructed Sword Bonehead, "You release me first, and then I'll tell you who to release. If you dare to play any tricks..."
Sword Bonehead hurriedly said, "I dare not, I dare not..."
How could it dare to play any tricks?
That would be playing with its own life.
Mo Hua nodded in satisfaction and then extended his small hand, saying to Sword Bonehead, "I want to go out now."
When Sword Bonehead saw Mo Hua's small hand, it shuddered involuntarily, feeling the pain in its ribs that had been broken by this hand.
However, it still managed to restrain itself.
Sword Bonehead transformed into its true form, becoming a bone sword.
This bone sword that was its true body was also the key to entering the blood pool.
Mo Hua held the bone sword and moved his consciousness, causing the blood mist to spread and the scenery to change. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself back inside the Myriad Demon Valley.
Before him was the Refining Demon Chart, which resembled a mural.
In his hand, he still held a white bone broken sword, which was stuck in the mural.
The moment Mo Hua opened his eyes, the three Golden Core elders, including Xun Ziyou, sensed it.
Xun Ziyou and Xun Zixian heaved a sigh of relief, their expressions filled with joy.
Only Elder Shangguan Xianjian of Chongxu Sect looked anxious, his tone involuntarily laced with a hint of hope, but also a hint of despair: "Mo Hua, what about Xiao'er...?"
Mo Hua smiled brilliantly and said, "Don't worry, I brought everyone back."
Upon hearing this, Shangguan Xianjian felt that there was no face in the world more handsome than Mo Hua's at that moment.
Even a heavenly fairy plucking a flower and smiling paled in comparison to Mo Hua's smile.
Shangguan Xianjian breathed a deep sigh of relief, feeling like a drowning person who had finally reached the shore after much hardship. He felt a sense of "disorientation" and also a sense of liberation.
"Then, how is Xiao'er...?"
Shangguan Xianjian looked at Linghu Xiao, who was still unconscious, his face pale and bloodless, and his expression was still filled with worry.
"Wait a moment," Mo Hua said.
He pulled out the white bone broken sword and walked to Linghu Xiao's side, placing the bone sword on Linghu Xiao's forehead. He said softly, "Sword Bonehead, release him."
Sword Bonehead inside did not dare to delay.
After a while, Mo Hua sensed that Linghu Xiao's body had a trace of divine soul aura, and his face had more color, with faint breathing from his nose and mouth.
Shangguan Xianjian was overjoyed to sense this subtle change.
Then, Mo Hua did the same for Ouyang Mu and Song Jian, returning their divine souls to their bodies.
Thus, all three of them were saved.
However, they had been "sacrificed" into the chart, and their divine souls had been forced out of their bodies. Now that their souls had returned, they needed time to adapt and rest before they could wake up.
Shangguan Xianjian bowed to Mo Hua and said, "Little brother, I am forever grateful for your great kindness. If there is anything you need in the future, as long as it does not violate the principles of a cultivator's path, I will do my best to help!"
Saving Linghu Xiao, the sword cultivation genius, was, to some extent, also saving the future of the Chongxu Sect.
Mo Hua waved his hand and said, "Elder Shangguan is too kind. I only did a trivial 'small thing'."
A trivial small matter...
Upon hearing this, the three elders, including Xun Ziyou, had subtle expressions on their faces.
As it involved the path of divine consciousness, this "trivial small matter" was something that they, as three late-stage Golden Core elders, could not accomplish...
Xun Ziyou couldn't help but pat Mo Hua on the shoulder and said through gritted teeth:
"Okay, one should be humble, but excessive humility is arrogance."
"Elder Shangguan is respected and his words carry weight. Since he has asked you to look for him if you need anything, you must not be polite to him."
The implication was that he should quickly agree, lest they change their minds.
The promise of a late-stage Golden Core elder was something that others could only dream of.
Mo Hua understood and immediately returned the courtesy, saying with a smile:
"Thank you, Elder Shangguan."
Shangguan Xianjian nodded.
Since he had said it, he naturally wouldn't go back on his word.
Moreover, compared to Linghu Xiao's safety, his promise was not a big deal.
"Alright," Xun Ziyou said, "Since the three children have been rescued and the Myriad Demon Valley has been conquered, let's head back first. As for the rest, the sect will handle it. You..."
However, Mo Hua interrupted, "Elder Xun, wait a moment."
Xun Ziyou was taken aback, "What's wrong?"
Mo Hua thought for a moment and said slowly,
"There should be another door nearby..."
(End of Chapter)
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