Chapter 860: The Fetus Merges
Chapter 860: The Fetus Merges
The sword blade pierced through the skull, and the golden light gradually spread, cutting through the pitch-black, evil-infused, black blood, and amniotic fluid of the evil fetus, tearing it apart bit by bit.
It was shocked, enraged, and terrified, but helpless.
The shock from the Spirit Severing Sword still lingered, and it couldn't break free from the ink hands that gripped its throat. The astonishing sword intent formed by the Sword Formation deeply pierced its skull, the sword qi tearing it apart.
"You... should die..."
The voice of the evil fetus was filled with shrill screams.
Ink remained unmoved, instead focusing his divine consciousness to condense even stronger sword intent, pouring it all into the divine sword.
The evil fetus carried innate memories and couldn’t be allowed to grow.
Thus, it was necessary to seize the opportunity, using all his killing moves to utterly annihilate it.
The sword qi and black qi intertwined.
After an unknown duration, the evil fetus finally lost its awareness, its expression vacant, pupils dilated, no longer struggling. The black blood on its body gradually dried up, and the evil aura was slowly exterminated by the sword light.
In the end, it completely dissipated.
Ink frowned, extending his divine consciousness to sense the surroundings, finding no strange aura. Only then did he feel a bit relieved.
But he also had some doubts in his mind.
"Is it dead?"
"Both form and spirit annihilated, not even ashes left behind?"
Ink shook his head.
"Evil aura so dense, even with horns, I thought it was a formidable foe, but it turns out to be just a little lamb... just a novice."
Ink snorted coldly, somewhat disdainful.
But in his heart, he knew very well that this evil fetus was the strongest evil entity he had encountered so far.
Its divine soul was bizarre and powerful, carrying innate heritage.
If it had been allowed to grow for a while longer, mature, and complete its transformation, the outcome would have been uncertain.
Even now, he had already suffocated the "evil fetus" in its cradle, but at a considerable cost.
His divine soul was heavily injured, and his divine consciousness was almost depleted.
If not for the Divine Consciousness Formation and the two sword techniques, Spirit Severing and Sword Formation, which he had held as his trump cards, he might have exhausted himself to no avail.
After the grueling battle, his divine soul began to ache, and his divine consciousness was faltering.
Ink furrowed his brows.
"I need to rest a bit..."
Ink murmured, then severed his connection with the Divine Authority Tree, his divine consciousness leaving the altar and returning to his sea of consciousness.
In the sea of consciousness, without the interference of evil spirits, Inksighed in relief and began to meditate and sit in quiet contemplation.
In the sea of consciousness, Ink calmed his breath, focused his mind, and sat quietly.
As he concentrated, closed his eyes, and calmly meditated, his chaotic divine soul gradually settled, and his overused divine consciousness slowly recovered.
But in an unnoticed corner, a thread of black qi began to grow.
This thread of black qi was very subtle, yet filled with intense evil intent, emerging from the void, gradually reviving, growing stronger, and finally coalescing into a black ram-horned serpent. It opened its mouth, dripping with black blood, and lunged at Ink from behind.
But before it could bite down, a tender white hand had already gripped its neck.
Ink had opened his eyes at some point and was now curiously examining it.
The ram-horned black serpent struggled.
Ink's hand, however, clamped down like an iron vise, unmoving.
In the end, the black qi directly dissipated, escaping from Ink's hand, reformed in the distance, and transformed back into the pitch-black, ram-horned, ugly evil fetus.
It glared at Ink with malevolent eyes and spoke in a sinister voice:
"You knew I was attached to you?"
Ink remained silent.
He did indeed know that the evil fetus was attached to him.
Earlier, in his perception, the evil fetus had truly been killed, its divine soul extinguished, leaving no trace.
But Ink knew that things weren't that simple.
He had clashed with the evil god multiple times, and even some divine remnants were quite troublesome, let alone this "fetus" with even stronger innate aura.
It couldn't be killed so easily.
But Ink was puzzled.
The evil fetus was attached to him... but where?
He had repeatedly sensed many times and found no trace of the evilgod's aura.
If so, the evilgod's ability to hide and infiltrate was truly terrifying...
Probably few cultivators at the same realm could withstand the evilgod's "penetration"...
Ink's expression was serious.
The evil fetus, seeing that Ink was lost in thought and ignoring it, felt somewhat angry, but then smiled coldly after a moment:
"Forming arrays from thin air, transforming divine consciousness into a sword... in my inherited memories, you are indeed the strongest among all low-tier divine beings."
"Even some second-tier deities born from the Dao of heaven and earth are far inferior to you."
"I am the evilgod, capable of corrupting and degrading even those divine beings not skilled in slaughter, with no effort. But you, I must admit, cannot be killed by my current, not fully awakened abilities."
"This is my recognition of you, and you have every right to be proud."
Ink sneered, showing no respect.
The evil fetus's forehead twitched, but it tolerated Ink's rudeness.
The rudeness of the weak is considered an affront, but the rudeness of the strong always earns more tolerance.
After their prolonged battle, the evil fetus, as the fetus of the Great Desolate Evil God, had more tolerance for Ink.
"I admit I cannot kill you, but you should also know that you cannot kill me."
"My divine soul originates from the Lord of the Desolate."
"My existence spans tens of thousands of years."
"My will is eternal and indestructible within the divine path."
"Once the fetus is formed, it becomes a seed of the evil path, just like the evilgod, undying, unextinguishable..."
"This is my last warning to you, and the last chance I grant you..."
The evil fetus's face bore an unresistible authority:
"Submit to me, and you will receive the gift of immortality; otherwise, you will sink into the three thousand hells, your divine soul utterly destroyed!"
Inkcasuall replied: "I already said, I can submit to you, but you must give me some divine marrow to eat every day.
"Divine Essence, you're being too greedy. You can't expect me to give up my life just because you ask for it, can you?"
The Evil Infant was filled with murderous intent. "Your greed is overwhelming, and your stubbornness is beyond redemption."
Losing its patience, the Evil Infant let out a chilling cry and transformed into a half-grown Horned Demon, enveloped in a cold, malevolent wind, and charged at Mo Hua.
Mo Hua clenched his right hand, forming a golden sword, and charged back at the demon.
One human, one demon.
A demigod and an evil deity were once again locked in battle within Mo Hua's mind sea.
For a moment, demonic energy raged, and sword qi danced.
However, Mo Hua's divine soul was injured, and his divine consciousness was weakening.
The Evil Infant wasn't in much better shape. It had been injured by Mo Hua's Fire Funeral Formation, its divine soul shaken by the Spirit-Stunning Sword, and its head pierced by the Sword Transformation Technique. Its injuries were no lighter than Mo Hua's.
With both sides wounded, the scale of the battle was smaller than before, but the danger was no less.
Finally, after countless rounds of fierce combat, Mo Hua, who was proficient in divine consciousness techniques, array formations, and the Divine Sword Technique, proved to be the superior of the two.
He had exhausted the Evil Infant's divine consciousness, bound it with the Water Prison Technique, and restrained it with the Golden Lock Formation. Then, he began to deal with it methodically.
First, he used the Water and Fire Elemental Techniques.
Then, he employed the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams Formation.
Finally, he used the True Divine Consciousness Sword Technique.
Mo Hua used a series of methods, one after another, on the Evil Infant.
When his divine consciousness was depleted, he would sit in meditation to recover, and then continue with techniques, formations, and sword skills to "torture" the Horned Evil Infant.
He wanted to test whether, without relying on external objects, he could use only his divine consciousness to inflict "destructive" damage on the "divine embryo" that was nearly an evil deity's essence.
However, as expected, he failed.
With the divine consciousness techniques he currently mastered, even with all his efforts, he could only eliminate the "divine consciousness" level of the evil deity's power.
The true divine soul, which was close to the essence of an evil deity, he could not erase.
Mo Hua sighed.
"It's no use..."
The Evil Infant, having suffered Mo Hua's repeated "humiliations," was already furious beyond measure.
For countless years, no true deity, heavenly demon, ghost, evil soul, or divine path cultivator had ever inflicted such "great humiliation" upon it!
This humiliation, it would etch into its divine soul forever.
Once its true form was restored, it would make its followers, countless demons, and other minions spare no expense to capture this little ghost, tear its soul, and sever its essence, condemning it to eternal suffering to repay its sins!
It laughed coldly, "There's no point in your efforts. I told you, you can't kill me."
Mo Hua nodded and sighed, "Indeed, I can't kill you..."
With that, Mo Hua grabbed the Horned Evil Infant by the neck, lifted it up, and walked toward the center of his mind sea.
The Evil Infant's expression changed slightly, sensing something amiss.
"What are you going to do?"
"You'll see soon enough," Mo Hua said calmly.
He bound the Evil Infant and brought it to the center of his mind sea. Then, he subtly moved his divine consciousness, connecting with the ancient existence that lingered in the void.
Moments later, a deep and resonant sound, like a great bell, echoed.
In the center of the mind sea, an ancient and incomplete Dao Stele gradually appeared.
A vast and mighty Dao aura spread out in all directions.
The Evil Infant's expression turned wildly, and it trembled, "Dao..."
The innate ancient memories made it feel that this broken stele was very familiar, very terrifying, and very horrifying...
No matter how much it tried to think, it couldn't figure out what this broken stele was...
It was as if there was a taboo here, a terrifying taboo that this evil deity, which had lived for tens of thousands of years, did not dare to touch, cross, or interfere with.
Seeing the Evil Infant's reaction, Mo Hua was somewhat surprised. He paused, wondering if the Evil Infant knew the origin of the Dao Stele.
But it clearly did not.
Mo Hua was a bit disappointed but decided not to delay further. This was deep within the Dragon King Temple, at the bottom of the White Bone Maze. He had already spent too much time with the Evil Infant, and any further delay might bring unforeseen consequences.
He wanted to resolve this quickly.
Mo Hua planned to use the Dao Stele to suppress the evil deity, use the Cataclysmic Lightning to erase its divine soul, and refine its evil energy, extracting the pure divine essence.
After so long, he deserved to have a good meal.
But the Evil Infant suddenly spoke up:
"So that's it... I understand why my flesh and bones, which contained my will, were completely annihilated."
"Turns out you have such an ancient and Innate Treasure..."
"But if you think this can defeat me, you're too naive..."
"Remember, the world doesn't always go as you wish."
The Evil Infant laughed sinisterly.
Its laugh was chilling.
Mo Hua felt a chill and sensed something was wrong. Without hesitation, he tried to use the Cataclysmic Lightning to thoroughly erase the Evil Infant. But when he raised his hand, he found it empty.
"It's gone?"
Mo Hua was startled. He immediately focused his attention inward and, after a long moment, discovered that the Evil Infant had transformed into wisps of black energy, like blood, seeping into his divine consciousness incarnation.
And it wasn't just that.
It was also seeping into his divine soul, gradually merging with his divine soul!
By the time Mo Hua realized this, it was too late. He found that one of his seven souls, the Fushi Soul, had completely turned into a dark, impure color.
This was the color of an evil deity, a sign of pollution.
Mo Hua's expression changed, and he immediately activated the Spirit-Stunning Sword, using sword qi to cleanse his seven souls.
The other six souls could be cleansed with sword qi, but the Fushi Soul remained completely still, as if it no longer belonged to him and did not respond to his commands.
At that moment, Mo Hua realized he was speaking.
But the words weren't his own; they were the Evil Infant, parasitizing his seven souls, using his mouth to speak.
Even his face involuntarily displayed a poisonous, sinister smile like the Evil Infant's.
His voice became sharp and piercing:
"This Soul Fusion Technique, fusing the divine embryo into the soul, can only be used once per divine embryo. I didn't want to use it lightly..."
"But I never expected you to harbor such a great secret."
"If I don’t use this divine technique, I fear I’ll end up soul-dead and my Dao dissipated."
"You should be proud of yourself for forcing me to this point."
"But, it ends here. My divine embryo has already merged with your seven souls. It will gradually spread and eventually fully integrate with your divine soul, transforming you."
"Then, you will be me, and I will be you."
"You will become the vessel for my descent into the world, my ‘crucible,’ one of the True Bodies of the Lord of the Great Wastelands..."
Influenced by the evil embryo, Mo Huacouldn't suppress a night owl-like laugh.
In the next moment, Mo huai quickly covered his mouth, then rubbed his face to ensure his expression returned to normal before he sneeredcoldly, "Little lamb, you’re dreaming!"
He tried to activate the Seven Souls Spirit Sword again, but it still couldn’t cleanse the tainted evil soul.
He meditated, trying to calm his mind.
But the evil embryo was hidden too deeply, almost fused with his divine soul.
As long as the evil embryo deliberately lay dormant, not using evil thoughts or intentionally affecting Mo huai’s dao heart, he couldn’t detect it.
Kill it?
Mo huai frowned.
The power of his techniques and formations wasn’t enough, and using divine consciousness to transform it into a sword... to cut his own soul?
But the evil embryo had already fused with him. Even if he could cut, he likely wouldn’t destroy it.
And if he accidentally cut one of his seven souls, the consequences would be dire.
Even if he didn’t die, he’d probably become a fool.
Using a dao stele or tribulation lightning?
Mo huai considered it but realized the same problem persisted.
The evil embryo was fused with his Spirit of Concealment.
If it showed itself and he could seize it, the dao stele could suppress it, and the tribulation lightning could destroy it.
But now, it lay dormant in his soul, using the “Evil Soul Fusion Technique” to fuse with him, becoming a part of him.
The dao stele couldn’t suppress it, and using tribulation lightning would be like destroying himself.
Because destroying the evil embryo would mean destroying himself.
Mo huai’s heart sank.
"It seems I’m really in trouble..."
Mo huai frowned, thinking hard and recalling all his divine knowledge and techniques, but still found no solution. He couldn’t help but draw in a cold breath.
He really messed up...
He got himself into this mess.
Mo huai was a bit frustrated.
Mainly, he never expected that after all his scheming, he would suddenly encounter an evil god’s embryo.
"It can’t be this coincidental; I must have been set up..."
"Who would set me up? Mr. Tu?"
Mo huai frowned, pondered for a moment, and nodded slightly, thinking it was very likely.
In his heart, he silently noted this debt.
The debt could be settled later, but the problem was, what to do now?
Mo huai frowned and thought for a while but still had no solution. He could only sigh and temporarily compromise.
"Fine, let’s get out first."
"Once out, I’ll find a way, maybe ask Huang Shanjun for advice, or... confess to Mr. Xun that I’ve been possessed by an evil god, not just any evil god, but a true divine embryo of an evil god?"
"I wonder if Mr. Xun would just kill me on the spot..."
Mo huai muttered to himself.
But in this situation, he had no other choice. If all else failed, he’d have to seek Mr. Xun’s help.
Just as his divine consciousness was about to leave his sea of consciousness, he hesitated, feeling uneasy.
After a moment’s thought, he set up a divine formation near his divine soul, sealing it to prevent the evil embryo from causing trouble without his knowledge.
But with his divine soul sealed, he couldn’t use the Spirit Shocking Sword anymore.
Of course, the Spirit Shocking Sword required the use of his seven souls.
Now that one of his souls was tainted by the evil embryo, he couldn’t use this technique anyway.
If he used the Spirit Shocking Sword, his seven souls would leave his body, giving the evil embryo in his Spirit of Concealment the opportunity to deepen its penetration and taint his divine soul.
Mo huai sighed again.
After sealing his divine soul and confirming the evil embryo showed no abnormalities, his divine consciousness left the sea of consciousness and returned to reality.
Opening his eyes, he found himself back on the same altar.
The altar in the nightmare was a mess from his battle with the evil embryo.
But the altar in reality was still intact.
On the white bone altar, sinister candles burned, and bloody sacrificeswere placed.
Mr. Wu was also kneeling.
However, his divine soul had already been crushed by Mo huai in the nightmare, leaving only a corpse.
Mo huai, fearing his uncle and the others would worry, initially wanted to leave quickly. But as he thought, he grew angrier.
He had been tricked.
Not only that, but his hard-earned Spirit Shocking Sword was now “sealed.”
The more he thought, the angrier and more frustrated he became.
He jumped back onto the altar, his divine consciousness sinking into the nightmare, communicating with the Tree of Divine Authority, controlling the nodes, and began “revengefully” selecting demons and monsters from the Lord of the Great Wastelands’ Tree of Divine Authority.
"Tricked me, huh? I’ll eat them all!"
Earlier, he had been cautious, fearing discovery.
Now, after the fight, the loss, and the encounter with the Lord of the Great Wastelands’ “little lamb,” who had tricked him, Mo huai didn’t hold back.
He was going to have a “free Meal”!
One by one, the nodes, one by one, the nightmares, countless demons and monsters, were “swept clean” by Mo huai, like a whirlwind dispersing the clouds.
As he selected, Mo huai suddenly paused.
He seemed to... have found something big.
In front of a slightly familiar node, a terrifying aura spread.
It seemed to be a pitch-black, blood-infused, intensely evil, half-demon, halfmonster, halfhuman, and nearly “halfgod,” unknown creation of chaos.
(End of Chapter)
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