Chapter 514: Kneel

The Corpse King "defected," struck secretly, and all were stunned.

More stunned than Yang Jishan and the others was Lu Chengyun himself.

His chest had been pierced through by the zombie's claws, blood gushing, corpse poison mingling with his blood, flowing into his meridians, attacking his organs and heart pulse.

His palms and limbs gradually ceased to obey him.

His consciousness grew hazy; a bloodthirsty desire slowly clouded his reason.

The copper zombie's poison struck fiercely and took effect with terrifying speed.

Lu Chengyun endured the agony, spun around, and slammed a palm backward, repelling the Corpse King.

The Corpse King's claws withdrew from Lu Chengyun's back, spurting three streams of blood that splattered onto the ground, gradually turning green.

Lu Chengyun's hands trembled; he immediately pulled out a pile of bottles and jars from his storage pouch—hemostatic, anti-corpse-poison, Qi-restoring… any pill he could find, he shoved into his mouth without discrimination.

Those who cultivate zombies live with corpses, constantly exposed to corpse poison, always wary of zombie transformation, so they always carry many pills.

Lu Chengyun was no exception.

After taking the pills, he temporarily suppressed the corpse poison; his pale complexion improved slightly.

The Corpse King remained three zhang away, silent, still wearing an expression of "loyal devotion."

As if it had never just launched a treacherous strike.

Lu Chengyun tried to control the Corpse King, but found it still obeyed him, showing no sign of anomaly.

Yet he had nearly died in the Corpse King's hands just now—if he still believed the Corpse King was innocent, he was the one with a broken mind.

Lu Chengyun, both shocked and furious, scanned the surroundings and roared:

"Who controls my Corpse King?!"

Yang Jishan and the others all changed expression.

Could someone else control the Corpse King?!

Could this person have controlled the Corpse King and ambushed Lu Chengyun?

Who is this person?

Could it be the shadowy mastermind behind the scheme to nurture the Dao Deviant?

Everyone gripped their weapons tightly, activated their spiritual artifacts, formed hand seals, and stood alert—but cold sweat seeped involuntarily down their backs.

Yet the surroundings were empty.

No one answered.

Only the muffled breathing of the cultivators and the low growls of the zombies echoed.

Lu Chengyun's anger deepened, yet his heart grew colder.

"The Corpse King is mine!"

"Only I, and only I alone, may control it!"

"In this world, the only one who may command it is me!"

But why?

Why did the Corpse King act on its own and strike at me?

Lu Chengyun's eyes filled with dread; his brows knotted tightly.

Who else, besides me, could command the Corpse King?

The only one who had ever tampered with the Corpse King was Zhang Quan.

But Zhang Quan had already been killed by me; his corpse was turned into a zombie, fought for me in prior battles, and was cut down by Dao Soldiers—his remains were obliterated.

Besides Zhang Quan, who else could it be?

And by what method was the Corpse King controlled?

Lu Chengyun racked his brain, yet could not conceive how anyone could have concealed themselves beneath his nose, evaded both him and Zhang Quan, overpowered his Spirit Pivot Evil Array, and Zhang Quan's zombie-controlling technique, to secretly command the Corpse King.

Spirit Pivot Array…

Lu Chengyun's heart jolted; he quickly looked at the Corpse King's chest.

There, beyond the blood-red evil array, faint blue patterns glimmered.

These patterns, Lu Chengyun knew well—similar in form to evil runes, yet their aura was utterly different.

Pure, mysterious, profound…

Lu Chengyun drew in a sharp breath.

"Spirit Pivot Array?!"

Spiritual power as the pivot, qi pure and righteous.

This was indeed, without doubt, a true Spirit Pivot Ultimate Array—drawn with proper spiritual power techniques, in full accordance with the array's profound mysteries.

Lu Chengyun's eyes widened in terror.

Could it truly be that someone in this world had forged a genuine Spirit Pivot Ultimate Array?

And worse—had they painted this orthodox Spirit Pivot Ultimate Array over his own Spirit Pivot Evil Array?!

"No… impossible…"

Lu Chengyun, hollow-eyed and speechless, muttered to himself.

Suddenly, a shocking suspicion surfaced in his mind:

Xiao Lingyin Sect!

It was Xiao Lingyin Sect!

"I murdered my master, betrayed my ancestors, caused my sect to collapse, severed Xiao Lingyin Sect's lineage, and desecrated their ancestral tomb, stealing the corpses of past sect leaders and elders to forge zombies…"

"They must have known from beyond the grave, and now come to demand blood for blood!"

"Yes, this Spirit Pivot Array is Xiao Lingyin Sect's ultimate art—only their ancestors could master it; it must be so, it must be so…"

Lu Chengyun's expression was panicked as he swore to the heavens:

"Elders, for the sake of my former status as a disciple of Xiao Lingyin Sect, spare my life!"

"I didn't mean to—I was forced into it…"

"My master was a hypocrite; he claimed he would pass on the formation arts, yet he only taught us crude basics, forcing us to endlessly practice and waste our time…"

"He hoarded the Ling Shu Formation—a supreme art—for himself, consumed by greed."

"I begged him for years, but he refused to teach me. I had no choice—I killed him and seized this formation…"

"I acted with the purest intentions—I did it for the legacy of Xiao Lingyin Sect!"

"Left in my master's hands, this formation was like a pearl cast in dirt, a waste of heaven's gift. Only I can use it to its fullest potential and benefit the world!"

"Only I can make the world know the brilliance of Xiao Lingyin Sect's formation arts!"

…

Only now did Yang Jishan and the others learn the hidden truth; their gazes toward Lu Chengyun were filled with contempt.

Betraying one's master, stealing the sect's legacy, desecrating ancestral tombs, defiling the ancestors—all are grave taboos in the cultivation world.

Lu Chengyun deserves ten thousand deaths and still is not enough to atone!

The Corpse King remained utterly still.

But at that moment, two Iron Corpses beside Lu Chengyun suddenly launched a killing strike.

Their claws, sharp as swords, one slashed from left to right toward Lu Chengyun's skull, the other pierced from right to left straight for his heart meridian.

The moves were ruthless, the timing precise.

Lu Chengyun had focused all his attention on the Ling Shu Formation on the Corpse King's chest, and, burdened by guilt and fear, had been confessing to the heavens—so he was caught off guard.

Yet the Iron Corpses' strength was still inferior to the half-copper-zombified Corpse King, and their strikes were slightly slower, giving Lu Chengyun a chance to escape.

Sensing danger, he instantly sidestepped the claw aimed at his heart meridian, then bowed his head to dodge the slash meant for his skull.

But even so, his topknot was severed.

Lu Chengyun's hair hung loose and wild, disheveled and pitiful.

He stared at the two Iron Corpses, terrified, retreating step by step, pleading:

"Elders, spare my life!"

These two Iron Corpses had been elders of Xiao Lingyin Sect in life.

After death, he had dug up their graves and turned them into zombies.

Lu Chengyun thought the ancestors of Xiao Lingyin Sect had come to claim his life, and he was terrified.

But then his heart leapt—he sensed something was wrong.

Faintly, he felt a divine consciousness, using the Corpse King as its pivot, guiding these two Iron Corpses!

This divine consciousness was profound, hidden, and strangely familiar.

"Someone is scheming—trying to kill me while I'm distracted!"

Lu Chengyun's gaze turned cold. He tracked the divine consciousness, then surged his own, his expression fierce as he slashed out a sword qi straight toward the empty space beside Yang Jishan.

The sword qi was about to strike the ground.

A white-robed boy holding a long spear suddenly appeared, standing firm with his spear, his aura surging as he blocked the attack and nullified the sword qi.

The white-robed boy was Bai Zuxi.

Lu Chengyun was secretly stunned.

A Qi Condensation cultivator had blocked his Foundation Establishment strike!

As Bai Zuxi stepped back, a small figure emerged behind him.

His features were like a painted scroll, his eyes bright as starlight.

It was Mo Hua.

Lu Chengyun froze, then his face turned livid:

"You're not dead?!"

Mo Hua smiled with narrowed eyes, saying nothing.

Lu Chengyun's gaze flickered, then his expression shattered as he cried out:

"Could it be you?"

"You're controlling my Corpse King?"

At these words, Yang Jishan and the others were all stunned, staring at Mo Hua in disbelief.

Mo Hua shook his head and corrected: "Not 'your' Corpse King."

Then he clenched his small hand—the formation pattern on the Corpse King's chest flared brightly, sending out pale blue spiritual threads that spread across the Corpse King's entire body.

"It is now my Corpse King!"

Lu Chengyun's face twisted in horror. "No!"

He immediately focused all his strength, pushing the Ling Shu Evil Formation to its limit, determined to seize control of the Corpse King at any cost.

Crimson formation patterns surfaced on the Corpse King's chest.

Red demonic energy, like blood threads, spread outward, entangling with the pale blue spiritual threads, clashing and flickering in constant birth and death.

The Corpse King writhed violently between the red and blue threads, snarling in agony.

On its chest, the two patterns stood in opposition—good and evil, light and dark alternating.

In moments, the blood threads were overwhelmed and began to retreat, crumbling under the spiritual threads.

The evil formation on the Corpse King's chest dimmed gradually.

Sweat broke on Lu Chengyun's forehead; he felt his divine consciousness weakening, the demonic blood threads he summoned growing feeble and exhausted.

Yet the spiritual threads continued flowing endlessly, brimming with potent divine will!

Lu Chengyun felt it was inconceivable.

He realized a terrifying truth:

This little brat Mo Hua was not only proficient in the Spirit Pivot Array, his array mastery far surpassed his own, but even his divine sense crushed him utterly!

How could this be?!

He's only at the eighth layer of Qi Refining!!

He watched helplessly as his Corpse King gradually slipped from his control.

Lu Chengyun, heart aching and terrified, glared at Mo Hua and asked through gritted teeth:

"When exactly did you learn the Spirit Pivot Array?"

Mo Hua, while controlling the Corpse King, wore a puzzled expression and said: "Didn't you teach me?"

Lu Chengyun froze.

Mo Hua said with an innocent face:

"Did you forget? The Spirit Pivot Array diagram was something you showed me. You even drew it several times right in front of me. I watched and watched, and just like that, I learned it…"

Lu Chengyun shrieked hoarsely: "Impossible!!"

"Impossible!"

His expression was close to madness.

"This is the Spirit Pivot Array—a first-grade, twelve-pattern absolute array!"

"I spent nearly a hundred years studying it day and night, enduring countless hardships. I even had to resort to unorthodox means—using human bone, dipping in human blood, drawing on human skin—just to learn this array…"

"And you learned it just from watching a few times??"

"This is absolutely impossible!"

Lu Chengyun's eyes were blood-red, his mind unfocused, and even his Dao heart showed faint signs of shattering.

Mo Hua immediately gave Bai Zisheng a look.

Bai Zisheng understood instantly. His figure moved, his spear swift as gale, charging straight toward Lu Chengyun's chest.

Because the Corpse King was controlled, the surrounding iron corpses stood motionless.

Lu Chengyun's Dao heart wavered, his emotions were in disarray, and he didn't notice Bai Zisheng's sneak attack at all. The spear stabbed him in the chest.

But after all, Bai Zisheng was only at Qi Refining, while Lu Chengyun had the cultivation of Foundation Establishment.

Though the thrust was fierce, it only broke Lu Chengyun's skin, neither piercing through nor killing him.

Lu Chengyun spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, retreated several steps, and immediately regained his senses.

He had to flee!

The Corpse King he relied on as his trump card was about to become someone else's.

If he didn't flee, he would likely truly die here.

Lu Chengyun employed his movement technique, dodging Bai Zisheng's spear thrusts while retreating backward.

Though Bai Zisheng was at Qi Refining, his cultivation was deep and his Dao techniques were sharp.

Lu Chengyun was heavily wounded, surrounded by strong enemies, and the Corpse King was about to "defect," so he could only be chased by Bai Zisheng, fleeing in a sorry state among the iron corpses that stood like wooden stakes.

The surrounding cultivators couldn't make sense of the situation and didn't know what to do for the moment.

Yang Jishan's expression also darkened slightly.

He too was beginning to feel confused.

The one secretly controlling the Corpse King was actually Mo Hua??

Was this little cultivator the mastermind behind the scenes?

Was he the one who had laid out the plan to refine the Dao Calamity?

How could this be possible?

But if not, how was he able to bypass Lu Chengyun and make the Corpse King "defect"?

What exactly was his identity?

Was he a disciple of some orthodox master, or… the Holy Son of the demonic path?

Yang Jishan's heart also gradually turned cold, and his expression gained several more shades of hesitation.

Meanwhile, Lu Chengyun was still fleeing. His movement technique was decent, and in the short term, Bai Zisheng couldn't do anything to him either.

For the moment, the scene reached a stalemate.

Just then, behind Lu Chengyun, the yin energy suddenly intensified.

The Corpse King, whose chest had completely transformed into the pattern of pale blue Spirit Pivot Array lines, suddenly appeared behind him. Its sharp claws moved like wind, gripping the back of Lu Chengyun's neck.

Its long, sharp nails clamped Lu Chengyun tightly in place.

Lu Chengyun's face was panicked, but he couldn't break free.

The Corpse King had completely lost control.

No—he had lost control over the Corpse King.

The Corpse King was now under Mo Hua's complete control!

Mo Hua, having the Corpse King seize Lu Chengyun, immediately said:

"Senior Brother, kill him!"

Just as Bai Zisheng was about to act, Yang Jishan came to his senses, his face greatly alarmed, and hurriedly said:

"Don't!"

The gaunt old man also urgently said: "You can't kill him!"

Bai Zisheng hesitated slightly and looked toward Mo Hua.

Mo Hua's gaze turned cold, and he said in a deep voice:

"Kill!"

Between the Dao Court cultivators and Mo Hua, Bai Zisheng naturally listened to his younger brother.

Lu Chengyun was locked by the Corpse King—this was a rare opportunity; he would naturally give his all and pierce Lu Chengyun, this scoundrel, through with his spear!

Bai Zisheng leveled his spear, gathering strength, his aura rising.

"Stop him!"

Yang Jishan said, then led the charge, trying to block Bai Zisheng.

The situation is still unclear—Lu Chengyun cannot die yet.

If he dies, the Corpse King will lose control, the Dao Deviant will awaken, and everything will be lost.

The emaciated old man also drew out a copper coin, but before he could act, his expression changed abruptly.

Yang Jishan beside him also halted, his gaze dulling.

Before them, Bai Zisheng's aura continued to surge, his spiritual energy howling, faintly echoing with the roar of a dragon.

And upon his spear, a majestic, awe-inspiring phantom of a celestial dragon coalesced!

Dragon!

The emaciated old man trembled as he whispered: "The Returning Dragon Spear Technique?!"

Upon hearing this, all were stunned.

"The Method of Following the Dragon…"

"Is this the… ancient clan of Bai from Qian Province?!"

The might of the celestial dragon phantom and the reputation of the Bai clan of Qian Province filled these Foundation Establishment cultivators with latent dread, leaving them paralyzed.

Mo Hua also opened his mouth slightly.

Bai Zisheng, clad in white robes, eyes sharp as swords, the celestial dragon phantom circling his body, majestic and heroic.

He hadn't expected his elder brother to be this handsome…

When the Returning Dragon Spear momentum reached its peak, Bai Zisheng's spiritual energy exploded.

Then, truly, man and spear became one—the spear shot forth like a dragon, his entire body transforming into a dragon shadow, accompanied by a piercing dragon roar, hurtling forward.

This spear strike drained nearly all of Bai Zisheng's spiritual energy, its power terrifying.

In Lu Chengyun's eyes, filled with utter terror, the spear pierced straight through his chest.

The spiritual energy infused with dragon might shattered his meridians and organs, systematically crushing every spark of Lu Chengyun's life force!

Traitor of the Small Spirit Hidden Sect.

Lord of the Lu family of Nan Yue City.

The mastermind behind killing, arraying, and crafting corpses to build the Corpse Mine—here ended his life!

The entire grave mountain fell silent.

Dozens of iron corpses, ten thousand walking corpses—all their auras dimmed, motionless.

After dozens of breaths passed without incident, Yang Jishan finally exhaled.

Since Mo Hua appeared, one shock after another had erupted.

In less than an hour, his heart had been tossed up and down many times.

Lu Chengyun was dead, and the zombies remained still.

This was good…

Having expended all his strength to activate the Returning Dragon Spear and kill Lu Chengyun, Bai Zisheng was somewhat drained, his face pale, yet his expression was excited, even proud.

Bai Zi Xi sighed helplessly, shook his head, and took a pill from his Phoenix-patterned storage pouch, handing it to Bai Zisheng to swallow and restore his energy.

Mo Hua beside him remained calm, then suddenly frowned.

Yang Jishan hesitated, about to speak to Mo Hua, when his expression suddenly changed.

In the silent grave mountain, a chewing sound suddenly arose.

The sound was eerie and sinister.

All turned toward the sound—and saw a horrifying sight:

Lu Chengyun, slain by Bai Zisheng, was being devoured by the Corpse King!

As if afraid of being discovered, the Corpse King ate furiously, gulping down huge mouthfuls; in mere moments, it swallowed Lu Chengyun whole!

Its lips and chest were drenched in dripping flesh and blood.

The red in its eyes deepened, and within the red, dark gold became increasingly distinct.

The emaciated old man's face turned deathly pale, trembling as he spoke:

"The Corpse King… devours its master—is this… the Dao Deviant awakening?!"

All were horrified, overwhelming fear rising in their hearts.

At the same time, the Corpse King's aura suddenly turned terrifying, carrying within it a faint, elusive, twisted trace of Dao essence.

Yang Jishan shouted sharply:

"Everyone, unleash your full strength—kill it before it awakens!"

Waves of Foundation Establishment cultivators raised their spiritual energy.

Spells, spiritual artifacts, talismans—all methods deployed, every ounce of strength expended, aiming to crush the Corpse Deviant in its cradle!

Above the grave mountain, colored Foundation Establishment spiritual energies intertwined, their power immense.

But as these attacks neared the Corpse King, they were all blocked by the iron corpses.

These iron corpses, fearless and relentless, guarded the Corpse King.

And the previously silent corpse horde erupted once more—eyes blazing red, roaring, charging without regard for their lives toward the cultivators, as if no one dared defy their "King"!

Within moments, the grave mountain plunged into an even fiercer battle for life and death.

Bai Zisheng gripped his long spear, ready to fight again, but Bai Bai blocked him.

Bai Zi Xi led Bai Zisheng to Mo Hua's side, then stood before the two of them, his slender white fingers forming a sword seal, conjuring streams of swordlight that burned with crystalline white flames, shielding all three of them.

Every zombie that touched the swordlight was burned by the white fire.

Mo Hua glanced at the Corpse King from afar.

The Corpse King's aura slowly strengthened, and the twisted Dao essence on his body grew increasingly solemn.

Mo Hua's gaze sharpened slightly, then he drew a Thick Earth Array beneath his feet, closed his eyes, and began meditating, communing with something through his spiritual sense.

Waves of Foundation Establishment cultivators charged toward the Corpse King.

But again and again, they were blocked by Iron Corpses.

Yang Jishan's face turned pale, his heart burning with anxiety.

The Corpse King was slowly awakening, transforming into a Dao Deviant.

If we don't kill the Corpse King, we'll all die!

The entire Xiao Huangzhou border will be laid waste.

Yang Jishan picked up the Sunset Spear, swallowed a Soul-Returning Pill, then another Great Restoration Pill, and with his last remaining spiritual power, reactivated the Sunset Spear.

This spear strike carried equally astonishing power.

Flame coalesced; the spear became a blazing sun.

Yang Jishan couldn't reach the Corpse King's side—he hurled the spear with all his strength, turning it into a rainbow of fire that surged toward the Corpse King.

But this spear strike, too, was blocked by an Iron Corpse's body; though it finally reached the Corpse King, the Corpse King caught it with one hand.

The Corpse King twisted, snapping the Sunset Spear in two; his flesh and skin instantly transformed into ancient bronze.

Then the Corpse King let out a deafening roar to the heavens.

Corpse qi surged skyward, blotting out the sun and moon.

The horizon faintly reddened with blood.

This roar was like a command.

At this moment, not only the entire graveyard, but also the mine and the entire territory of Nan Yue City—all zombies—seemed to hear the order, converging toward the Corpse King, as if paying homage to their "King!"

Yang Jishan felt as if plunged into an ice cellar.

All the cultivators' scalps prickled.

Many wore expressions of despair.

The emaciated elder said: "Commandant Yang, first find a way to break out—save as many as you can!"

Yang Jishan clenched his teeth and helplessly replied: "Fine!"

But he knew that under the Corpse King's command, even if they fled, they could not escape.

This was their only sliver of hope.

But if they didn't flee, they had no sliver of hope at all.

The cultivators retreated under the cover of the Dao Soldiers, while Mo Hua remained where he was.

Seeing this, Yang Jishan immediately shouted: "Young brother!"

He wanted to tell Mo Hua to flee, but in that brief moment, Mo Hua was already surrounded by Iron Corpses.

Yang Jishan could not save him even if he tried.

Yang Jishan grew frantic, but then he froze again.

He realized the Iron Corpses had only surrounded Mo Hua—they dared not approach.

Bai Zi Xi stood before Mo Hua and Bai Zisheng, his expression calm, yet his gaze still solemn.

At that moment, Mo Hua opened his eyes, took one step forward, and placed himself between his junior brother and junior sister.

As Mo Hua stepped forward, the Iron Corpses showed signs of terror and retreated.

In their instincts, they held fear—fear of domination.

The Corpse King was their "King."

But now Lu Chengyun was dead.

Mo Hua was the only one who could control the Corpse King—their King's King!

The horde of zombies grew slightly calmer.

The cultivators gained a moment to breathe.

Through the sea of zombies, the Corpse King's stern and cruel gaze fixed on Mo Hua.

He had not yet become a Dao Deviant.

Because he had not truly "devoured his master."

Lu Chengyun was the master, but never truly the master.

His true master was this young cultivator!

A master's master is not a master.

A king's king is not a king.

To devour this young cultivator, he would truly devour his master, truly shatter his chains, escape the Heavenly Dao's shackles, and become the one and only "Corpse King," the devourer of heaven and earth—a Dao Deviant!

To turn this entire region into a blood-soaked hell!

The Corpse King's eyes blazed crimson, then shot a beam of bloodlight straight toward Mo Hua.

Everyone gasped in shock; Yang Jishan's expression changed drastically: "No!"

But Mo Hua's expression remained calm, his gaze sharp as a sword; his small hand pointed forward.

The Corpse King's forward momentum halted abruptly!

From his chest, countless spiritual threads burst forth—fine as silk, weaving outward, suppressing the Corpse King's corpse qi, tugging at his body.

In the Corpse King's eyes, there was no dignity, only brutality and resentment.

It struggled fiercely, its blood qi surging even stronger.

The corpse qi intensified, layers of gray-white qi streaked with blood swirling violently.

At the same time, twisted and corrupted Dao essence spread outward.

Sensing this aura, all cultivators felt a shock in their hearts, as if a cold divine consciousness was observing them, erasing their wills, forcing them to submit.

This twisted Dao essence also enveloped Mo Hua.

Mo Hua's heart stirred slightly.

This aura was extremely familiar.

The great demon of Xiancheng had once possessed a similar aura.

Back then, he understood nothing of Dao essence and could not discern its nature.

Now he understood.

This was the aura of a Dao Deviant—a twisted, corrupted Dao essence.

Because it contained corrupted Dao essence, these calamities were called Dao Deviants.

Mo Hua's mind cleared, and he began using the Earthly Soil Array to commune with the Dao essence of the earth.

Those who rest uneasily beneath the soil are corpses.

The corpse's aura originates from the earth, yet is saturated with blood, hatred, and vengeance.

Mo Hua sought to use the earth's Dao essence to suppress the Corpse King's aura.

The earth is yielding, bearing all things with great virtue.

Perhaps the earth's essence itself did not wish for Dao Deviants to take root.

The Dao essence of the earth Mo Hua communed with this time was extraordinarily potent; though still nowhere near the power of meditating on the Dao Stele, it was more than enough to suppress a half-step Dao Deviant Corpse King.

The aura of the Dao Deviant was neutralized.

Mo Hua focused entirely.

His thirteen-mark peak spiritual sense was pushed to its limit.

On the Spirit Pivot Array, countless spiritual threads bloomed like a night-blooming cereus, dense and intricate, completely strangling, suppressing, seeping into, refining, stitching, and gradually dominating the corpse qi…

The Corpse King resisted desperately, its gaze cruel; its flesh and blood were torn apart by the spiritual threads, only to regenerate…

The stalemate lasted for an unknown length of time.

Mo Hua's gaze suddenly changed, his eyes blazing with light, his voice crisp yet filled with authority as he commanded:

"Deviant beast!"

"Kneel!!"

The Corpse King roared in furious resentment, voice hoarse.

Yet its body, pulled and tugged by countless spiritual threads, trembled and slowly sank to its knees.

With every inch it knelt, the stones of the ground cracked further!

The entire corpse mountain trembled!

Countless zombies, their eyes blazing red, roared in defiance.

Throughout Nanyue City, hills and valleys echoed with corpse roars, as if plunged into Avici Hell, a hundred ghosts wailing.

The horde of corpses surged like a tide, corpse qi raging.

Mo Hua's gaze remained calm, his small figure unmoving.

He continued using his spiritual consciousness to drive the Spirit Pivot Array, gradually dominating the Corpse King.

The Corpse King was bound by countless spiritual threads and crushed by the earth's overwhelming Dao essence.

One of the Corpse King's knees, amid defiance and struggle, finally knelt upon the ground!

The grotesque, terrifying clamor in heaven and earth ceased abruptly.

The horde of corpses fell silent.

The trembling cultivators looked up.

There, above the corpse mountain, beneath the sky-blocking crimson corpse qi,

the majestic, towering Corpse King knelt halfway before the tiny Mo Hua.

And as the Corpse King knelt,

the violent aura of the zombie horde gradually receded.

Dozens of iron zombies had their blood-red eyes fade, revealing awe, and slowly knelt toward Mo Hua.

Then came the walking corpses of all Nanyue City—across hills and valleys, they bowed in submission, prostrating themselves before Mo Hua.

The Corpse King knelt, iron zombies submitted, ten thousand corpses paid homage!

All cultivators were stunned into silence.

The withered old man, well-versed in the Celestial Algorithm, felt his Dao heart tremble.

He had witnessed a scene he had never imagined, never dared to imagine:

A Dao Deviant's abomination had knelt before a child…

I've written this entire section at once, so no chapter breaks~

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