Chapter 971: Beng Shen
Chapter 971: Beng Shen
The sword light dissipated, and all vibrations ceased.
Inside the temple hall, everything was deathly silent, except for Mo Hua's faint breathing after exerting all his strength.
After several fierce battles, this Divine-Slaying Sword had nearly exhausted all of Mo Hua's Divine Will.
In the center of the grand hall, the Evil Embryo was also split in half.
One half was blood-red, filled with deformed flesh lumps and fused with demonic limbs, resembling a blood-flesh embryo-like horned monster.
The other half was a golden body.
Clad in golden armor, it stood tall and majestic. Although half of its body had been severed, it exuded the pure aura of a deity.
It was none other than the Yellow Mountain Lord.
The scene before him matched Mo Hua's prediction.
The gap between his realm and that of the Evil Embryo was too vast. Even with the Divine-Slaying Sword, he might not have been able to truly kill it.
Moreover, this was a 'Dead Embryo,' making it difficult to define what would truly count as its death.
If it couldn't be slain, all efforts would be in vain.
Therefore, Mo Hua had to find another way.
Using the sharpness of the Divine-Slaying Sword and the principles of the Tian Mo Zhan Qing Dao, he severed the good from the evil, split the divine body, and completely separated the Yellow Mountain Lord from the Evil Embryo.
In doing so, he could save the Yellow Mountain Lord.
At the same time, it would also greatly weaken the Evil Embryo's strength.
And the Yellow Mountain Lord was his 'friend.' Once freed from the Evil Embryo's control, he would naturally become Mo Hua's ally.
With this, Mo Hua could turn half of the Evil Embryo's strength into his own.
He would then stand in an invincible position, and the Evil Embryo would be at his mercy.
And now, Mo Hua had finally achieved his goal.
He had managed to save the Yellow Mountain Lord.
The Yellow Mountain Lord's gaze slightly condensed, and he couldn't quite believe it.
"It's... really separated..."
On the wound of the divine body, a trace of the Divine-Slaying Sword's aura remained, completely isolating all auras and severing its connection with the Evil Embryo.
Is it because of the Tian Mo Dao? Is this little one human, divine, or demonic?
How could he possibly cultivate the Tian Mo Dao? And how could he have learned it...
The Yellow Mountain Lord was astonished and puzzled.
Mo Hua heaved a long sigh of relief and slowly straightened up, smiling, "Mountain Lord..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Mo Hua's smile froze, and his expression gradually turned solemn.
The Evil Embryo and the Yellow Mountain Lord were completely severed.
Good and evil were clearly distinguished.
However, the pure divine will of the Yellow Mountain Lord began to seep out a little blood, which turned black, forming pus and rotten flesh, gradually becoming polluted.
Mo Hua remained silent.
The Yellow Mountain Lord watched all of this, seemingly unsurprised. He lifted his head to look at Mo Hua and sighed softly, "I told you, you couldn't save me."
"I am the Evil Embryo, and the Evil Embryo is me..."
"Even if I'm separated, and I become a deity again, I will still, bit by bit, continue to fall towards the Demonic Deity..."
Mo Hua's gaze dimmed slightly.
The dignified Yellow Mountain Lord's eyes softened, looking at Mo Hua with a mixture of regret and gratitude:
"However, you have indeed helped me... giving me the opportunity to settle this grudge, defend the dignity of the deities, no longer suffer the humiliation of the Da Huang Demonic Deity, and escape this endless nightmare..."
Mo Hua was taken aback and slowly raised his head, "Mountain Lord, you..."
As the evil qi continued to spread, the Yellow Mountain Lord's aura changed, and amidst the dazzling golden radiance, he transformed into the deity's true form, a giant Yellow Immortal.
His origin was burning, and the power of his divine abilities surged to the extreme, even reaching the brink of self-destruction.
Mo Hua understood what the Yellow Mountain Lord intended to do, and his heart trembled. He shouted, "Mountain Lord!"
The Yellow Mountain Lord turned his head, and his narrow eyes fixed on Mo Hua, his gaze filled with determination to die, as well as deep hesitation and indecision.
It seemed as if he was having an internal struggle, torn about something.
This matter seemed even more important than his own life.
In the end, he looked deeply at Mo Hua, his eyes complex, filled with helpless trust and a glimmer of hope.
"What's your name?"
Mo Hua was taken aback and replied, "Mo Hua."
The Yellow Mountain Lord nodded and said solemnly, "If we are truly friends, I have a request..."
"Take my..." The Yellow Mountain Lord paused, "...leave the Solitary Mountain."
Mo Hua was stunned, not understanding what the Yellow Mountain Lord meant.
"Mountain Lord, what..."
But the Yellow Mountain Lord no longer spoke. Instead, he waved his sharp claws, unleashing the power of his divine will, and slapped Mo Hua away with a palm strike.
The Yellow Mountain Lord, in his true form, possessed immense strength.
Mo Hua couldn't resist this force. He was enveloped by this divine power and flew out of the grand hall, landing gently on the ground.
After sending Mo Hua out of the hall, the Yellow Mountain Lord let out a long howl towards the sky. His third-rank peak divine power began to boil, eventually manifesting into towering mountains.
These mountains were entirely condensed from divine power, shining with golden brilliance, and they sealed off the entire grand hall completely.
The divine ability, Mountain Burial.
The divine power began to collapse, and the divine mountain started to crumble.
For a moment, it was as if the mountains and earth were splitting apart, and a deafening roar echoed.
This astonishing power contained a hint of the 'Destruction' principle, causing Mo Hua's heart to palpitate in fear.
It was like the disintegration of a formation.
But this disintegration wasn't a formation, nor spiritual power, but rather divine will.
The Yellow Mountain Lord, using his divine abilities, started to disintegrate his own Third-Rate Divine Will from its most fundamental source, creating a terrifying destructive force that even Mo Hua found horrifying.
If this power were to explode, the entire Meng Yan would be reduced to ashes, and everyone would perish.
However, like the collapse of a formation, the stronger the power, the more it was restrained.
To avoid harming Mo Hua, the Yellow Mountain Lord deliberately confined the disintegration of divine will within the grand hall.
The entire hall was filled with annihilating, quelling power.
In an instant, Mo Hua even witnessed the transformation of the divine will into the dark principle after its disintegration, and the heavenly path's changes.
In his eyes, a magnificent yet terrifying flower of 'Divine Annihilation' was reflected.
But this lasted only for a moment.
Soon, a vast and raging divine will surged back, filling the entire hall.
Then, everything vanished without a trace, returning to nothingness.
All traces of breath disappeared.
Mo Hua's heart, which had just calmed from its palpitations, hesitated for a moment before slowly stepping into the temple. He then saw that the temple, which had endured numerous fierce battles and was already on the verge of collapse, had completely turned into ruins.
Large sections of the magnificent golden walls had been disintegrated into dust.
On the ground, there was also a huge pit.
Aside from that, nothing else remained; everything had been obliterated and wiped out.
The Evil Embryo was gone, and so was the Yellow Mountain Lord.
The Solitary Mountain God, the Yellow Mountain Lord at the peak of Third-Rate, had perished together with the Evil Embryo.
"The Mountain Lord... is dead."
Mo Hua's heart felt a twinge of sorrow.
Suddenly, the threads of causality trembled.
Mo Hua was startled, releasing his divine sense to scan the temple once more. It was then that he discovered a faint golden light in the center of the hall.
Mo Hua approached and slowly widened his eyes.
Divine Marrow!
This was a strand of pure golden Third-Rate Divine Marrow!
"Mountain Lord?"
Mo Hua sensed it and sighed, feeling a bit regretful.
This was pure Divine Marrow, devoid of any will.
The Mountain Lord was truly dead.
This dazzling golden Divine Marrow seemed more like... a 'gift' left by the Mountain Lord for himself.
It was a pure golden Third-Rate Divine Marrow, much purer and more precious than any he had encountered before.
Mo Hua could even sense within it an opportunity to break through twenty divine patterns with his divine sense.
Mo Hua felt grateful, but also puzzled.
"Why was the Mountain Lord so kind to me? Is there something he wants me to do?"
Mo Hua recalled the Mountain Lord's final words:
"If we are truly friends... take my... and leave Solitary Mountain."
Take what?
The Divine Marrow?
It was possible...
But Mo Hua felt that something was amiss. He had a vague feeling that this Divine Marrow was intentionally left behind by the Yellow Mountain Lord for him.
Divine Marrow held an irresistible allure for divine beings and even semi-divine entities, something the Yellow Mountain Lord would surely understand.
Moreover, considering the Mountain Lord's conflicted expression, it was clear that he had a more important request...
So important that he couldn't even bring himself to say it.
"What could it be?"
Mo Hua furrowed his brows, momentarily unable to comprehend.
He pondered for a moment, then suddenly felt a tremor above him. A stone fell, disintegrating into divine threads, and the ground showed faint cracks.
"Not good..."
Mo Hua suddenly realized that with the death of the Evil Embryo, the Meng Yan was collapsing.
"Elder Xun..."
Mo Hua hurriedly stood up, intending to check on Elder Xun and the others, to see if they had been affected. But just as he took a step, a powerful repulsive force surged, and space tore open, forming a vortex of reality and illusion that pulled Mo Hua completely inside.
The Evil Embryo was the center of the Meng Yan.
With its death, the entire Meng Yan began to crumble, starting from the temple.
Mo Hua was the first to be swept away.
After Mo Hua's disappearance, the dream continued to collapse bit by bit.
In a corner of the hall, a place unnoticed by anyone, even Mo Hua, there remained half a dragon bone.
On the dragon bone, a trace of divine disintegration power lingered.
This disintegration power gradually eroded the dragon bone.
The dragon energy on the bone was also resisting this destructive force.
Suddenly, the dragon bone trembled, revealing an eye—clouded and aged—which belonged to the Second Elder.
He gazed deeply at the spot where Mo Hua had vanished, and whispered a name to remember:
"Mo Hua..."
Then, the dragon energy dissipated, and the dragon bone completely disintegrated.
But before the dragon bone's disintegration, the dream collapsed first. The Second Elder's lingering thought, which had resided in the dragon bone, left the Meng Yan, drifting to an unknown destination...
...
Qian Xue Prefecture.
Qian Dao Zong.
Simultaneously with the death of the Evil Embryo, a layer of sinister, hazy mist of causality dissipated.
The Patriarch of the Shen Clan, deep in his meditation, suddenly opened his eyes, clutching his chest as a sudden palpitation gripped his heart.
"What's happening...?" he muttered.
Frowning, the Patriarch quickly performed a calculation, his expression changing drastically. "Someone, come here!" he called out.
An elder, a trusted confidant of the Shen Clan, entered, bowing respectfully. "Patriarch."
"Quickly," the Patriarch said with a trembling voice, "go to Solitary Mountain and erase Ye Guo..."
The elder paused, speaking softly, "Patriarch, this will create a huge disturbance. It might alert other families."
"I don't care! Go now!" the Patriarch barked. "Send everyone available, use fire techniques, Huo Fu, and Huo Zhen to burn everything..."
This was the first time the elder had seen the Patriarch lose his composure, and he felt a chill down his spine, realizing the issue might be more severe than he had imagined.
"Yes, Patriarch," the elder bowed and quickly retreated.
The Patriarch remained seated, his brows furrowed, his heart still filled with unease.
"How could this leak...?"
"And where did this ancient demonic energy come from? Who could have concealed it, even from me...?"
...
At the same time, the Patriarch of the Tai Xu Gate, Elder Xun, was fiddling with a compass, recording something, when his heart skipped a beat.
He reset the compass, then pointed it towards Solitary Mountain, performing a quick calculation. His expression changed abruptly, and he created a sword talisman, sending it out.
Soon, Xun Zi Xian approached, bowing respectfully. "Elder."
Elder Xun's voice turned solemn. "We must act quickly. Take some of the sect's elders and head to Solitary Mountain immediately."
"Solitary Mountain?"
"There... a major cause and effect has surfaced," Elder Xun said gravely. "And... Mo Hua is there as well."
Xun Zi Xian's heart trembled, and he nodded immediately. "Yes!"
...
Not only the Patriarchs of Qian Dao Zong and Tai Xu Gate, but also many other influential families and sects, sensed the anomaly.
"Something's amiss in the northwest..."
"The Shen Clan's territory?"
"Send someone there..."
"Don't alert the Shen Clan..."
"Gather as much information as possible..."
"Even a cunning fox makes mistakes sometimes..."
"Let's see if we can catch a glimpse..."
"You can't walk by the river without getting wet..."
"...Figure out a way to get a piece of the pie."
Messages spread among the upper echelons of the noble families and sects, and groups of cultivators, some openly, some discreetly, and some with ulterior motives, began to converge towards Solitary Mountain.
The situation was volatile, with hidden undercurrents starting to stir.
...
In the Temple on Solitary Mountain, Mo Hua woke up in a daze, his eyes struggling to open, accompanied by a faint ringing in his ears. Through the haze, he heard someone muttering, their words intermingled with the sound of a blade slicing through flesh.
"The royal bloodline of Da Huang..."
"...What's so impressive about that? In the end, they're just puppets of the Divine Authority, a higher-class servant..."
"Your only value lies in your bloodline."
"...The royal bloodline is the foundation of Ye Long of Da Huang."
"Now, the dragon pattern has been nurtured, and it will welcome its new master. As for you... you're not worthy. You shall forever be buried at the bottom of Solitary Mountain, along with your ambitions."
...
The voice was raspy, more beast-like than human.
Mo Hua forced his eyes open, catching a glimpse of a blurry figure, which gradually came into focus.
Before him was a pale-skinned demon with distorted features, peeling the skin off Shen Tu Ao.
The scene was gruesome.
What shocked Mo Hua even more was that, at some point, another head had appeared atop the pale demon's head.
This head was not physical but a blood-red shadow.
The face was gentle, yet with a hint of madness, and the demeanor was elegant, yet with a touch of brutality.
Although Mo Hua had never seen this face, he instinctively guessed the identity of the person from the bond of cause and effect:
Tu Xian Sheng!
This pale demon was Tu Xian Sheng's flesh puppet!
As Mo Hua opened his eyes, the 'Tu Xian Sheng' residing within the demon also sensed the anomaly.
Holding a ritual blade in its right hand and the half-peeled human skin in its left, it turned its head with a sinister look, meeting Mo Hua's gaze. Its ferocious eyes were filled with confusion.
"You... you're not dead?"
"Impossible... You entered the Divine Authority's dream, you couldn't have survived, let alone escaped..."
"Where is the Divine Authority...?"
'Tu Xian Sheng' sensed something, and his entire expression changed, becoming utterly terrified.
"Where is my master?!"
"Where is my lord?!"
His eyes suddenly turned hideous, fixating on Mo Hua, and he screamed hoarsely, "What have you done?!"
"Quickly, tell me!"
"Where is my master's divine embryo?!"
"Why is it gone?!"
(End of Chapter)
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