Chapter 608: Pound to Shatter

The night was deep and still; the side room was silent.

In the empty room, Yu'er still curled up, trembling, her small face pale with terror.

Around her, ghosts loomed sinister, demons danced wildly, black water churned murky, speckled with crimson, like a hellish realm—but ordinary cultivators could not see any of it.

Mo Hua stood silently before Yu'er, expression calm, gazing straight at the horde of demons.

His gaze carried a hint of disdain, as if provoking them.

The demons grew furious; their twisted, grotesque heads and ghostly faces all wore ravenous expressions, drooling saliva, staring fixedly at Mo Hua—but they seemed afraid to act.

They appeared to be seeking permission from something.

Suddenly, a strange voice sounded.

It was sinister and cold, yet seemed to carry supreme authority.

The demons and malevolent spirits showed reverence in their eyes, yet their expressions could not hide their excitement.

As if someone had told them, "You may feed now…"

The demons immediately snarled ferociously, transforming into clusters of foul, murky winds, lunging toward Mo Hua's spirit sea.

Mo Hua stood there, "dazed," letting the demons dissolve into pools of black-water-like shadows that slithered into his spirit sea.

As the demons entered Mo Hua's spirit sea, the sinister aura in the room gradually faded.

The fear on Yu'er's small face also slowly vanished; her tiny limbs stopped struggling, and she grew still.

But on Mo Hua's face, a shadow settled; his eyes lost focus, his forehead darkened.

In but a moment, Mo Hua collapsed to the ground, slowly closing his eyes.

Yet within his spirit sea, Mo Hua's spiritual avatar opened his eyes at once.

Before him stretched a sinister scene: murky, stinking black water spread, corrupting most of the spirit sea.

Among the black water, dozens of grotesque, monstrous demons and spirits—neither human nor beast—crowded tightly together.

Their pupils were enormous, glowing blood-red; they stared at Mo Hua, their twisted mouths dripping thick saliva.

Mo Hua's spirit sea had become a demonic ritual, a feast of ghosts.

And the offering for this ritual was Mo Hua.

At least, that was how these demons saw it.

The Mo Hua who had originally sat at the center of the spirit sea slowly rose to his feet.

He made no effort to suppress his aura; a profound, refined, pure as spirit, vivid as blood energy surged outward—after a fundamental transformation.

All the demons fell silent at once.

They widened their eyes, some in disbelief—but instantly, every twisted gaze burned with fanaticism, and they screamed wildly.

They emitted meaningless roars.

Mo Hua could not understand them, but through the Heavenly Mechanism's calculations, he faintly "heard" two words from the frenzied noise:

"God… embryo."

Mo Hua's gaze darkened slightly.

God embryo?

What did that mean?

"Do these demons see me as a 'God embryo'? Or are they going to feed me to a 'God embryo'?"

"Is this God embryo a spirit embryo… or…"

"A demonic god embryo…"

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.

On the other side, dozens of demons and malevolent spirits stared at Mo Hua, drooling, their gazes filled with unrestrained hunger.

Yet they restrained their greed, as if awaiting orders.

Suddenly, a strange whisper sounded—neither human nor demon.

Like a murmur from the deepest pits of hell.

The spirit sea fell silent for a moment, then erupted into even greater chaos.

Mo Hua knew: the demons had received permission from some being—they were desperate, ready to "dine."

The stench-laden wind surged violently.

Several demons, like wild horses broken loose, used hands and hooves, gnashing grotesque fangs, lunging to tear into Mo Hua.

Leading the charge was a dog-headed, human-bodied demon, its arms reversed and planted on the ground, its four "hooves" moving in unison—as if stitched together after being cut apart.

In the blink of an eye, the dog-headed demon closed the distance to Mo Hua.

It opened its bloody maw and lunged to bite him.

But where its fangs tore, faint blue ripples appeared; Mo Hua's body became like flowing water—real yet illusory—gliding away effortlessly.

Step of Flowing Water!

The dog-headed demon's gaze darkened; it used hands and feet, twisting its head, fangs bared, lunging again—but each bite was dodged by Mo Hua.

Mo Hua, master of the Step of Flowing Water, remained calm, clearly not taking this demon seriously.

The dog-headed demon snarled in rage and kept attacking.

But no matter how fast it moved, how fiercely it lunged, or how loudly it roared, it could not even brush Mo Hua's sleeve.

The dog-headed demon, enraged, widened its vertical pupils until they bled with veins, its corners splitting.

Its demonic aura surged violently; it opened its bloody maw, fangs bared, and launched itself at Mo Hua without regard for its own safety.

Mo Hua's gaze remained calm; he shifted his Step of Flowing Water, turning lightly aside to evade the lunge.

At the same time, Mo Hua shifted his stance, coiling power, fingers curling into a small fist, condensing his spiritual intent, and punched forward!

Carrying the compressed force of eighteen patterns, the refined, elevated fifteen-pattern spiritual force after transformation.

One punch, and divine might blazed forth!

It directly blasted apart the demon's dog head!

The dog-headed demon's skull, crushed by the divine will embedded in Mo Hua's fist, was utterly obliterated, exploding into a pool of black fluid that splashed several feet away.

All the demons shrank their pupils, filled with dread.

Mo Hua smiled.

Indeed!

His spiritual sense had undergone a transformation, condensing like mercury, extraordinarily resilient.

Which meant…

His spiritual will's "body" was immensely robust.

In reality, he was born frail, his blood qi thin.

But within his mind sea, his spiritual will's "body" was unbreakable, peerlessly strong—even capable of closing in to fight these ferocious demons hand-to-hand!

These demons were born from evil thoughts, yet their bodies were soaked in black water like a "amniotic fluid" of sin, giving their demonic shadows slight "transformation."

This trace of "transformation" made them vastly different from ordinary malevolent spirits.

But Mo Hua's spiritual will, compressed from eighteen-marked spiritual sense and restructured by the Mi Tian Array, was so refined that even his hairs were condensed like mercury.

These demons were merely "vaporized" evil thoughts, tainted with traces of black water.

Yet Mo Hua's spiritual will was like molten mercury cast in a mold.

His "transformation" far surpassed these demons!

Thus, even by spiritual will strength alone, he could crush them.

This was the mind-sea reconstruction and spiritual will transformation of the Tian Yan Jue!

This was true spiritual sense enlightenment!

Mo Hua's expression brightened, but then he felt a pang of regret.

This spiritual sense transformation had one small drawback…

Mo Hua discovered that since his spiritual sense had been compressed, restructured, and transformed, his spiritual will avatar seemed to have "stopped growing."

He was now fifteen, and in reality, he had grown a little.

But within his mind sea, his form remained exactly as it was at Foundation Establishment—small arms and legs, looking very "juvenile."

The Dao heart remains like a child's; spiritual will clings to its origin.

Though this unchanging spiritual form, holding fast to one's original heart, was a good thing, Mo Hua was still slightly dissatisfied.

Yet every technique had its drawbacks.

Since his spiritual will avatar was never seen by others, this minor issue didn't matter.

After the dog-headed demon died, the other demons felt fear—but were also provoked, their ferocity ignited. Moments later, they charged at Mo Hua with even greater recklessness.

Mo Hua's expression glowed with excitement, his eyes brimming with battle lust.

Though only within his mind sea, he could finally experience the sensation of "peerless physical might."

The demons closed in, lunging, tearing, biting, reeking of foul wind.

Around Mo Hua, pale blue water shadows coiled; amid the demons' frenzy, he dodged, twisted, leapt, and moved with ease—each opening seized, he landed a punch.

Nothing a single punch couldn't solve.

If it could, then two punches.

And as Mo Hua fought, he grew happier, more skilled, his techniques emerging endlessly.

A horse-faced demon, caught off-guard, had its chest punched clean through by Mo Hua.

A bull-headed demon had both its horns snapped off by Mo Hua's hands.

A wolf-bodied demon had its waist crushed beneath Mo Hua's descending foot…

Others had their necks twisted, their front teeth shattered, their tails ripped off, their spines broken, their heads kicked off…

Mo Hua was not a true body cultivator and had never learned formal Daoist martial arts, so he could only use plain, unadorned techniques to fight these demons.

Each move, each strike, was extremely crude.

No skill—only brute force.

Relying on his powerful spiritual sense, "strength so great it flung bricks," he crushed this horde of demons and malevolent spirits with every punch and kick.

His mighty spiritual will "body," combined with the mastery of Shi Shui Bu and his sharp spiritual perception, gave him flawless control over battle opportunities.

Any demon that closed in was no match for Mo Hua for even a single exchange.

Mo Hua slaughtered left and right, majestic and terrifying, shaking the demons to their core.

Suddenly, a venomous water arrow pierced the air, striking Mo Hua's shoulder and tearing his spiritual will-formed robe.

The arrow was soaked in putrid water, imbued with vile evil thoughts capable of corrupting the heart and eroding spiritual will.

Beneath Mo Hua's fair skin, a black spot indeed burned into his flesh, oozing black blood.

Mo Hua frowned, displeased.

He had been enjoying every punch, fully immersed—yet he had grown careless, never expecting a demon to ambush him with this sinister putrid water arrow.

Mo Hua turned his head and saw, in the distance, several snake-headed demons, hands forming seals, eyes venomous, tongues flickering.

This putrid water arrow was their dark art.

One among them had narrow pupils and a sly grin—it was clearly the one who had launched the ambush.

While Mo Hua was surrounded by demons, it had hidden afar, striking treacherously.

Having landed its strike, the snake-headed demon gloated, unable to suppress its cackling laugh.

But it had barely begun laughing when a fireball shot forth, instantly exploding its snake head.

The snake demon died instantly, its head obliterated, its body slowly collapsing.

The unpleasant laughter abruptly stopped.

The other snake demons were filled with panic.

Mo Hua would certainly not let them go.

How dare they launch a surprise attack!

Mo Hua's gaze turned cold; his fingers tapped rapidly as he cast Fireball Technique.

Second-rank Fireball Technique—flames roared like lava, one after another, carving streaks of fire, swift and precise, exploding the heads of every demon at a distance: snake-headed, chanting incantations, tongues flickering.

The surrounding demons tried to stop Mo Hua.

But Mo Hua's Flowing Water Step was masterful, allowing him to evade their attacks with ease.

The Fireball Technique was swift; in the blink of an eye, it formed the spell and condensed into fireballs.

They could not stop him at all.

One misstep, and they would be caught off-guard by Brother Xiao Quan's tiny fist, punched clean through the chest, dying instantly.

Some ranged demons tried to flee.

Mo Hua would first trap them with Water Prison Technique, then pick them off with Fireball Technique…

Angered by the ambush, Mo Hua no longer held back—he used fists and feet, combining spells.

One punch, one kick, one water, one fire.

With the power of his fifteen-pattern transformed spiritual sense, Mo Hua began a "massacre" against this horde of grotesque, terrifying demons and evil spirits.

But as he kept killing, Mo Hua frowned.

He felt he had slain many, yet these demons didn't seem to have decreased much…

"Something's odd…"

Mo Hua didn't stop, but he released his spiritual sense to observe closely; after a moment, his expression sharply changed.

It was Black Water!

This Black Water was thick and corrupt, capable of corroding spiritual sense, as if it had once nurtured something terrifying.

And these demons and monsters were hatched from the Black Water.

Every time he killed one demon, the demon would be swallowed again by the Black Water, then reassembled from human or demonic limbs, hatching a stranger, more bizarre demon.

If this continued, even his strong spiritual sense would be slowly drained.

And these demons, sustained by the Black Water, could regenerate endlessly.

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression dangerous.

On the other side, seeing his countless hatched demons slaughtered like "rotten fish and stinking shrimp," the Black Water seemed to emit a surge of fury.

Coldness spread, stench-filled winds surged.

The Black Water trembled, churned, and writhed, as if enduring the agony of childbirth.

Above the Black Water, black mist surged and coalesced into a massive, malevolent embryo, pulsing like a heartbeat.

The instant the Black Water "embryo" formed, Mo Hua noticed.

His gaze sharpened; his fingers tapped rapidly, launching volley after volley of Fireball Techniques, wreathed in blazing fire, striking the massive Black Water embryo.

The Black Water shuddered, as if fearful.

A frantic, monstrous roar emerged from within.

The surrounding demons obeyed, rushing like moths into flames, hurling their bodies to block Mo Hua's Fireball Techniques, desperately trying to protect the embryo.

The demons near Mo Hua also roared and charged at him.

Mo Hua was momentarily distracted, unable to focus elsewhere.

After a dozen breaths, the Black Water trembled, the black mist swelled and expanded, and within a single breath, a giant demon hatched from it.

Its entire body was soaked in Black Water, radiating a violent, greedy aura—no arms, no legs, no torso, only a massive head.

Black, filthy, bat-like ears, a long thick snout, fangs growing backward.

This was a "Pig-Head Demon."

The murky Black Water had hatched the massive Pig-Head Demon, aiming to swallow Mo Hua whole and then corrode and digest him with Black Water!

The moment the Pig-Head Demon was born, it opened its eyes wide, gaze blood-red, drool streaming, pupils spinning erratically before locking fixedly onto Mo Hua.

The air around it grew suddenly oppressive.

The nearby demons looked terrified, trembling with fear of the Pig-Head Demon.

At that moment, lethal intent surged violently.

The Pig-Head Demon suddenly opened its bloody maw and, with astonishing speed, lunged to swallow Mo Hua whole.

Demons in its path, unable to dodge in time, were also swallowed whole.

Mo Hua's expression remained calm; he let out a soft hum:

"Want to eat me?"

He extended his small hand forward; golden array patterns suddenly rose from the ground, forming golden chains, layered and overlapping like a prison.

The Three-Lotus Golden Lock Repeating Array—Jin Guang blazed brilliantly, instantly forming.

The Pig-Head Demon, mid-charge, was bound by the Golden Lock Array, its forward momentum halted abruptly.

The golden chains, formed by Mo Hua's spiritual sense through the array, dug deep into its flesh; no matter how it roared and struggled, it could not break free, nor could it approach Mo Hua by even a step.

Mo Hua, in turn, flashed forward and rode atop the Pig-Head Demon's head.

First, he gripped the demon's fangs with both hands, his small face taut with effort, and yanked with all his strength—ripping the fangs clean out, dragging out "blood" like thick Black Water, skin and flesh still attached.

A heart-rending pig-like scream echoed.

Mo Hua ignored it, pulled out one fang, then grabbed the other.

After pulling both fangs, he still clenched his tiny fist, riding atop the Pig-Head Demon's head, pounding its skull again and again—"Ding! Ding!"

"You want to eat me?!"

The Pig-Head Demon was bound tight by the Golden Lock Array and crushed beneath Mo Hua's weight on its head—completely immobilized.

The other demons, cowed by Mo Hua's aura, also showed fear on their faces and dared not advance.

Mo Hua grew even more triumphant; his fists rained down like a storm, wielding the power of his spiritual awareness's transformation, and soon the Pig-Head Demon's flesh split and skin tore, with faint sounds of bone cracking emerging…

After being "pounded" for who knew how long, a thunderous "Boom—" echoed.

The Pig-Head Demon was also pounded "to burst."

Its demonic body could not coalesce, becoming a thick black mist formed from scattered spiritual essence.

After this black mist scattered, it recondensed and shrank backward, trying to return to the black water to incubate demons anew.

But Mo Hua would not let it.

He opened his small mouth wide and sucked in sharply.

The scattered black mist, beaten into disarray, was helplessly pulled, dragged, and ultimately powerless to resist—all of it was sucked into Mo Hua's mouth and swallowed.

This transformation took no more than the blink of an eye.

All the demons stood frozen in place, trembling all over, their eyes filled with utter terror.

These demons… had been eaten by a "human"…

Looking at Mo Hua, whose face was innocent, still tinged with childishness, the demons could no longer tell who the true "demon" was…

After "swallowing" the Pig-Head Demon, Mo Hua's body began to show black blotches; evil thoughts began to invade his body.

But Mo Hua, seasoned from countless battles and having consumed many evil spirits, was untouched by these evil thoughts—they could not taint his Dao heart.

His spiritual awareness restructured and transformed.

These black-water stains could not harm his spiritual awareness.

In just a few breaths, the turbid qi of the black mist and evil spirits was refined away.

Mo Hua's spiritual form became as pure as washed jade, restored to its original state.

At the same time, Mo Hua's spiritual awareness grew stronger still, advancing beyond the Fifteen Mark stage, now only a hair's breadth from the Sixteen Mark.

Within his mind sea, deathly silence reigned.

Once arrogant and monstrous, the demons now trembled in their limbs, their eyelids twitching, too terrified to even look at Mo Hua again.

But Mo Hua smacked his lips, still unsatisfied.

"Pig-head meat… isn't that tasty…"

After saying this, he turned his head again and looked at the other demons...

(End of Chapter)