Chapter 702: Divine Power (Thank you to Shu Shi ouo for becoming a Patron!)

On Mo Hua's body, the three layers of sinister thoughts receded, and all returned to normal, as if he were merely a simple young cultivator.

Yet now, as he looked at Master She, his face was expressionless, his pale golden pupils revealing a trace of authority, like one gazing at an ant crawling on the ground.

Master She's eyes filled with terror.

In a flash, he had the illusion of facing a "god."

So many grotesque and terrifying demons, in just a single round, were utterly annihilated by this little Yama through his array.

Could this possibly be something a "human" could accomplish?

The devout Master She, kneeling on the ground, froze completely in that instant.

"Old bastard."

After consuming the demons' sinister thoughts, Mo Hua pinched Master She's nape with one hand and dragged him deeper into the River God's temple.

Mo Hua was swallowed by the Boundless Blood River, like a child drowning in blood, his small hands and feet flailing helplessly as he helplessly watched himself being dragged by the whirlpool down to the evil riverbed.

Mo Hua frowned, "You're not even human!"

"You brat! What nonsense are you spouting? Do you think I can't tell? You just used an array!"

The River God watched this scene and smiled coldly.

The River God dodged twice, but due to his massive body, he could not avoid it—he was struck straight in the abdomen by Mo Hua's punch.

At first, the River God had intended to use the white bone fish spear to unleash blood thorns in combat.

"Die!"

Upon seeing the River God statue, Master She no longer feigned unconsciousness—he immediately fell to his knees with a loud "plop," banging his forehead against the stone tiles, his movements deeply reverent, trembling as he said:

"Your humble believer greets the River God, my lord! Greets the Divine Lord!"

Compared to this, the demons in Yu'er's nightmares were "thin" by comparison.

The divine talent method?

He had never heard of it before—not even Huang Shanjun had ever mentioned it.

Mo Hua smiled but said nothing.

Divine Power?!

The River God maintained his dignified posture and ignored him.

The River God froze, then finally couldn't hold back and roared:

This brat dares demand people right before the River God's face? Repeatedly making demands?

After absorbing vast quantities of demonic sinister thoughts and refining them slightly, Mo Hua not only replenished the immense spiritual awareness he had expended moments ago, but his own spiritual sense seemed to have grown stronger by a fraction.

Master She knew clearly: this young cultivator truly possessed a physical body, and his spiritual awareness had indeed been pulled from his mind-sea into the dream.

On the River God's fish head, his face was bizarre, unreadable in emotion, yet his voice carried a tone of compassion:

Moreover, whether due to being "eaten" too often, in recent days the number of demons in Yu'er's dreams had steadily decreased.

The River God's fish eyes instantly turned crimson, "Little mortal, how dare you?!"

"The divine essence offered to me—how could this lord refuse?"

This brat, relying on his minor abilities, is truly audacious beyond measure!

The River God raised the white bone fish spear; thorns of blood, condensed from decaying sinister thoughts, sprouted along its length—and in an instant, they pierced the air toward Mo Hua.

Mo Hua had been "hungry" for a long time; now, he had finally eaten a satisfying meal.

Amidst the golden light, bloodlight permeated the air.

The River God sneered, slowly extending his massive demonic claw, wrapped in blood, reaching for Mo Hua.

This voice was immensely deep, solemn and reverent, echoing through the River God's temple with faint echoes.

Mo Hua did not know what trick this giant fish-headed River God intended to use, so he slipped away quietly, retreating toward the distance.

"You… have offended the dignity of the god…" said the River God, his voice ancient and heavy.

The fireballs and blood thorns collided in midair, merging into a red mist of blood and flame.

This cycle repeated endlessly until the entire Blood River was evaporated by Xiong Xiongliehuo.

"Don't think that because you happened to obtain some divine essence, you may dare to scorn the gods."

How dare you act so brazenly before the River God, my lord?

As they walked, Mo Hua felt the atmosphere within the River God's temple grow increasingly oppressive.

Mo Hua's pupils deepened, his spiritual sense swirling; his fingers tapped rapidly, launching fireballs one after another, linked like a volley of crossbow bolts, straight toward the River God.

Mo Hua's eyes brightened, his battle intent intensifying.

But this red was not blood-red—it was fire-red.

He feared he might offend the River God and incur his displeasure, yet at the same time, he was somewhat stunned.

The dense hail of fireballs could not be blocked by the blood thorns.

The River God roared in fury, "Fine! Ignorant brat! You refuse the cup of wine and choose the cup of punishment—today, don't blame me for being uncivilized!"

Mo Hua was also surprised, "I broke into your River God temple, saw your secrets, killed your cultivated demons—and you still forgive me?"

A wave of blood mist surged up, spread for a moment, then suddenly reversed, coalescing around the River God.

Even glowing red.

It seemed the earlier statue-like appearance had been him deliberately dispersing his spiritual awareness to appear towering, meant to intimidate his worshippers.

Master She's heart tightened.

"Gods are the sovereigns of all creation; the Path of the Gods is a taboo on the Path to Immortality—you know nothing at all."

Of the Thirty-Six Strategies, flight is best—first evade the enemy's sharp edge, then plan further.

He paused, then added, "I also wish to take the fish cultivators from the square."

Like poison to spiritual awareness, like rotting water to spiritual sense, it incessantly corroded Mo Hua's spiritual avatar.

"I'm speaking to you politely—that's already an exception. Don't push your luck, or you'll invite disaster..."

The River God's smile froze abruptly.

In a certain sense, it's more or less the same.

"There are two children, previously given to this old bastard..." Mo Hua pointed at the kneeling Master She, continuing:

Seeing he couldn't avoid it, Mo Hua extended two fingers, summoning a fireball that streaked through the air straight toward the River God.

Then came the second drop, the third... growing ever denser.

In the past one or two centuries, I've offered so many sacrifices, yet the River God has never uttered a single word of instruction.

This isn't right...

Inside the River God's temple, all around was soaked in mist, as if permeated by the Dao of Water; every mental construct began to warp under the interference of the Dao.

Master She was numb with shock.

Master She's heart trembled violently.

"This brat, barely ten years old, is actually fighting a 'god' with sheer mental power?!"

Blood rain fell from the sky.

The remaining blood rain carried a scorching heat.

After dozens of rounds of combat with Mo Hua, neither side gained the upper hand.

In just a few exchanges, a fireball struck the River God, exploding into a cloud of flame.

Mo Hua swung a punch that missed; a faint blue glow flashed over his body as he activated the Step of Flowing Water and charged forward again toward the River God.

After taking a few steps, Mo Hua remembered something, turned back, and gazed at the demonic qi scattered around after the burning deaths. He felt it would be a waste, so he opened his mouth wide and sucked in violently.

Then more and more fireballs slammed into the River God one after another, flames bursting open and engulfing his divine body.

They prayed from suffering, offering faith to the River God—he didn't want to damage his own foundation.

"... He gave them to you as offerings. I want to take them back too."

All the demonic thoughts in the sky were sucked into Mo Hua's mouth.

Its voice was like frost blanketing a harsh winter:

"You... know?"

This little cultivator not only wasn't devoured by the demons—he's now turned the tables...

From before the River God's temple, a bloody river surged, swallowing everything, stretching all the way to the rear hall—but halted at the courtyard's edge.

Demonic evils were hatched from the lingering fears of cultists who died in the blood ritual, yet their essence was no longer human "spiritual consciousness."

The River God's gaze turned cold with faint anger. "You bear divine essence—are you human, or god?"

Mo Hua felt a creeping unease.

But before he could run far, the fish-headed River God suddenly split his jaws wide and sneered:

Yet on the other side, Mo Hua seemed unsatisfied.

Mo Hua remained calm, facing the River God head-on in close combat.

Master She, fearing collateral damage, had already trembled and cowered to the side, watching Mo Hua and the River God battle, his heart shaken.

This blood rain was too strange; the aura of the surrounding Dao laws was far too intense—clearly a bad omen.

The river surface gradually boiled as blood water evaporated in large quantities.

"Let you witness now—the divine gift granted by Heaven's Dao, the innate method that comprehends all mysteries of existence..."

Wearing a fish head, selling mutton...

Moments later, the fire faded, revealing the River God's form—somewhat disheveled, but unharmed.

Mo Hua asked curiously: "Then you're willing to let me go?"

Then the blood rain grew heavier; within mere seconds, it coalesced into a vast, roaring river of blood, surging like a monstrous dragon stirring chaos, smashing and swallowing every wall, tower, and hall within the temple.

Its ferocity was fully unleashed; the robe embroidered with ocean waves turned blood-red.

The demons here—whether nurtured directly by the evil god or not—seemed to carry stronger demonic thoughts, and their refined spiritual consciousness was more abundant.

But this brat stared straight into the god's eyes, spoke disrespectfully—how could the River God still answer him?

And it didn't even seem he was very angry?

But what he hadn't expected was that the River God actually spoke.

But can a spiritual consciousness this powerful still be called a "human"...?

A drop of blood fell from the sky, striking the floor and splashing a crimson spray.

Master She lowered his head even further.

It was a demonic thought that fed on human spiritual consciousness.

The River God, caught off guard, took a punch to the face; his gills twisted, and he involuntarily staggered backward several steps.

Once he steadied himself, the River God's eyes turned completely red.

In an instant, figures clashed, fists met claws; the violent shockwaves of spiritual power reverberated like thunder drums, shattering floor tiles and cracking walls within the dream-built temple.

He wanted to know just how strong his spiritual body's power truly was—whether he could stand toe-to-toe with a real "god" and settle the matter once and for all.

Since he didn't want close combat, then fine—he'd use ranged spells.

Master She's face turned pale with disbelief.

Mo Hua felt his little fist hurt, and couldn't help rubbing it.

The endless blood river was completely incinerated by him.

Within the blood river swirled divine laws, the evil god's malice, and the power of bloody demonic thoughts.

"More or less..." Mo Hua muttered.

The River God drew in a sharp breath, his expression utterly solemn.

Formations, divine abilities…

Mo Hua shouted, but seeing this Grand Master She in a dazed, terrified state, he reached out, grabbed him by the neck, and dragged him forward.

The fish head of the River God suddenly turned savage, and within its cold, wooden fish eyes, an eerie glint appeared.

"I still have a few companions," Mo Hua said.

"Want to run? Too late!"

"Divine ability!"

That tiny fist carried such tremendous divine sense force that the River God's entire divine body trembled.

Within the vast blood river, a great swath of blood water evaporated into thin air, then the remaining blood water reversed, surging backward to form a whirlpool, which was then drop by drop entirely vaporized into steam.

A scorching heat lingered in the air.

Walking all the way to the great hall at the back, Mo Hua looked up and saw an enormous statue of the River God.

Did I… mishear?

A water shadow flashed on Mo Hua's body as he calmly dodged using Flowing Water Step.

A pale, tender fist slammed into the massive demon claw.

"The grace I have shown you is already an exception—do not press your luck, do not overstep your bounds, or else disaster will surely befall you…"

Mo Hua looked up and asked in confusion, "You are the River God?"

"How could you possibly know?"

His divine sense took a clear step forward, from the sixteen-pattern realm toward the seventeen-pattern realm.

Sensing something amiss, Mo Hua imitated the River God and fused the pale golden threads of divine marrow into his fist, then threw a punch, clashing head-on with the River God's demon claw.

It was as if a volcano had erupted at the bottom of the river, flames surging forth, scorching the river water until it boiled.

Meeting the River God, he neither knelt nor spoke, and even rudely called the River God by name—showing not a shred of respect!

A good swimmer drowns; a good rider falls.

He wasn't a body cultivator to begin with, and close combat wasn't his forte.

But that's impossible…

"Gods love all the world. You are still young in your cultivation; ignorance is no fault."

The River God sneered. On the white-bone trident, blood thorns condensed one after another, a vivid scarlet, stabbing toward Mo Hua with even greater density.

"Karmic Fire Burns the River!"

He was truly, undeniably a person!

With a rumble, the shockwave of divine sense radiated outward in all directions.

"Since that is so, I shall let you witness the true Way of the Gods, and teach you what a true god truly is!"

And such a rude request—River God, my lord, he…

Ever since his divine sense underwent a qualitative change and he swallowed the divine marrow, he had yet to suffer a single defeat in any clash of divine sense.

It sensed an aura akin to the "Dao" spreading at the bottom of the river, expanding, condensing, until… it erupted like a volcano.

The River God's gaze turned cold. On its demon claw, a pale golden hue condensed, and within that pale gold, specks of blood-red seeped through.

The River God's eyes revealed a faint tremor of fear, and its expression grew increasingly solemn.

Could it be that River God, my lord, was not a bloodthirsty, murderous evil god, but a benevolent god who delivered all living beings from suffering?

Grand Master She saw this scene, and his whole body trembled, his soul nearly fleeing his body in terror.

Mo Hua didn't waste words. With a flash, he charged straight in again, raised his little fist, and punched the River God square in the face.

Something's wrong…

But a blood river this vast was more than enough to drown Mo Hua.

"If you want these two children, you may take them."

Mo Hua stopped wasting words, leapt up directly, and threw a punch.

And the moment the River God finished speaking, it merged its body with the Dao, as if becoming one with the blood rain of heaven and earth.

But a formation of this level—can it really be something a person can cast?

Just how deep must one's comprehension of formations be to conjure, within a dream, through divine sense, such a powerful formation in an instant?

The River God was truly angry now—this kid was done for!

"This one can let bygones be bygones…" the River God continued.

Mo Hua's gaze sharpened slightly.

The River God nodded and said, "Naturally."

The River God's expression froze. "A spell?"

Mo Hua was submerged in the water, as if imprisoned within a boundless water dungeon, his chest tight and Qi Zhixi.

But in just a moment, it realized the fireballs were growing more numerous and faster—several times faster than the speed at which its blood thorns could condense.

It looked very much like the statue of the god in the temple outside.

The ordinary demons and monsters of any given day were no match for him at all.

"It is…"

"Very well," the River God said. Its right hand clenched in the air, condensing a white-bone trident; at its tip were five barbs, coated in blood poison.

This time the River God's expression faltered. In its gaze there was already a touch of coldness and indifference, and the warmth had vanished from its tone.

At the same time, a mysterious, great-Dao resonance rose from the River God's body.

But a moment later, its smile froze again.

Grand Master She felt it was absurd beyond measure.

The River God was silent for a moment, its gaze sharpening slightly, then said slowly:

"These two children are blessed souls; I had intended to take them as my attendants, but your fortune surpasses theirs..."

Master She secretly sneered in his heart.

Master She's face turned ashen.

White steam rose gently.

Eating demons?

"What kind of little monster have I brought into the River God's temple…"

A more violent surge came—two divine thoughts clashed, shattering the ground's tiles and stones.

The River God, seeing this, could not help but frown and sneer:

Mo Hua's expression grew tense; he felt the River God's aura growing ever stronger.

But larger still, and with a far more potent divine thought, like a living god.

The River God's eyelids twitched violently.

The River God's divine form did not grow larger; instead, it shrank, standing only a head taller than a normal cultivator, yet his figure became even more condensed.

"Divine Art—Infinite Blood River!"

"Little cultivator, contentment brings lasting joy; a good start ensures a good end."

Mo Hua did not waste words.

Master She: "..."

Now in this form, with his divine thought condensed within his body, this was his true state.

This little demon is surprisingly formidable!

"These tricks won't subdue you..."

A pale golden demonic claw, carrying a stench of blood, suddenly tore toward Mo Hua.

The River God statue had a fish's face and human body, clad in a Daoist robe embroidered with cloud and wave patterns, fingers forming a seal at his sides, mouth like a bloodied maw, teeth stark white, seated high and imposing, his gaze stern and terrifying.

Then he realized, "Oh right, you're not human."

Mo Hua's fist directly punched through the giant demonic claw; the divine thought shadow upon the claw dimmed considerably.

The River God's eyes trembled in shock; he no longer dared to underestimate Mo Hua and quickly rose, retreating backward.

After punching through the claw, Mo Hua swung another fist straight at the River God's fish-like face.

Mo Hua was startled upon hearing this.

In the square, many fish cultivators knelt in worship.

The River God's fish head revealed a faint sneer.

He actually agreed?!

The River God's demonic claw remained unbroken, but his expression changed—he stared at Mo Hua in shock, "You're not human?!"

Mo Hua nodded: "Correct. You wear a fish's head, sell mutton, kill so many, devour so many divine thoughts, and forge so many evils—you should know when to stop..."

Yet his expression had turned utterly monstrous, his gills and whiskers flaring, fangs bared—he no longer bore the dignity of a god, but looked like a river monster.

The River God growled low, like a demon, his demonic claw moving like wind, charging straight at Mo Hua.

With a little talent, you've lost all sense of your place—you'll die without even a grave.

Mo Hua slowly turned his head toward the River God, his small face serious, and declared his technique with supreme authority:

"No matter your origin, today you shall become my offering."

Mo Hua remembered Huang Shanjun saying that gods are born from the Dao, inherently controlling part of heaven's and earth's laws.

"They may leave too."

Master She found it hard to believe.

When divine thought spreads, its power disperses.

The Blood River instantly turned a deep crimson.

Then the man and the god were evenly matched, each stepping back two paces.

And Mo Hua stood where he was, Xiong Xiongliehuo swirling around him.

In that instant, the god and his worshipers shared the same thought.

Is this little demon even worthy of being called a "human"?

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