Chapter 706: “Ordering

Yu'er stands atop the node symbolizing the divine authority of the Great Waste Evil God.

This means Yu'er is of great importance within the Great Waste Evil God's divine lineage, perhaps even a crucial link in some grand scheme of the Evil God.

But Mo Hua didn't understand.

"Yu'er is just a child—what on him could possibly interest the Great Waste Evil God?"

Spiritual root?

Yu'er's spiritual root is indeed excellent, but in Qianxue Province, geniuses abound—there are others with spiritual roots as good as his.

I've already secretly "eaten" through a good portion of their resources.

Still, the quantity is a bit too high…

"Forget it, let's just order first… I'm sick of fish demons—fifty will do…"

The altar belongs to someone else, the authority belongs to someone else, the demons and evils are all someone else's.

And… we must destroy the evidence.

Seven days from now, the evils will form an army and invade the Divine Embryo's dream.

Master She's scalp prickled.

Master She's voice cracked, "You can't kill me!"

Use authority directly to command demons to invade Yu'er's dreams?

"You, you…"

Master She grew uneasy under Mo Hua's gaze—he knew this little King of Hell had a child's face but a ruthless heart, and dared not stall further, so he gritted his teeth and trembled out:

"I am… a descendant of the Great Waste Imperial Lineage…"

Gu Quan promptly drew his blade and slashed across Master She's throat, cutting through skin and flesh, drawing blood.

Gu Quan twisted Master She's shoulder backward, pinning him down, then drew his knife and pressed it against his neck.

Master Tu?

Could that Master Tu also be a descendant of the Great Waste Imperial Clan?

Mo Hua glanced at Master She, but suppressed his curiosity and did not ask the three words: "Master Tu."

The cave entrance collapsed, burying the altar under falling earth and stones.

After a long while, Mo Hua finally finished choosing.

Mo Hua looked longingly at that "big one," silently memorized its node, then used his authority to communicate with the Divine Authority Tree, imprinting his mark and finalizing his "demon menu."

The Divine Authority Tree pulsed with endless light, spreading divine majesty.

Master She had no defense, his expression pained.

It was a creature—pitch-black, blood-drenched, thick with the aura of an Evil God—half-demon, half-monster, half-human, nearly "semi-divine."

The others did not wish to linger, so they turned to leave—but only then noticed someone still lying on the ground: the guide, Master She.

"No," Mo Hua shook his head, "he knows nothing anymore."

Demons snarled, evils manifested in grotesque forms.

For any reason, Yu'er must not suffer harm.

"Ram-Horn General! Those with ram horns must be good—three… not enough stock? Only one… then one will do—too many and I might not even be able to fight them off…"

Besides the sword intent, there was another "protective" aura around Yu'er.

Thus, each node corresponds to a dream, and thus to a specific, real-world altar, and the temple or cultivation ground that worships it.

"Destroy the nodes—cut off the Divine Authority Tree's authority, remove the 'pathways,' and the demons will have no way to find Yu'er, never again invading his nightmares; Yu'er will sleep peacefully from now on…"

So seven days—neither too long nor too short—was just right.

Mo Hua felt no guilt.

The River God Temple was still somewhat eerie.

He needed to return to his sect early—he was waiting for the "takeout" in seven days.

Gu Quan immediately raised his blade to sever Master She's head.

Borrow it secretly, just for a moment—don't stay long, or you'll leave traces the Great Waste Evil God might catch.

"Who opened the altar before the River God Temple… and lured me into the nightmare?"

Once used, it must be destroyed—cannot be reused, or it will give the Evil God a fixed location and expose your identity.

Mo Hua sensed it—realized the aura was his own—and immediately ignored it.

Even if the Great Waste Evil God were a benevolent deity of a hundred lifetimes, he might still not spare you—let alone that he is a bloody, cruel, vengeful Evil God.

Delivering "takeout" to me!

This had once been Mo Hua's "fantasy."

Because the River God, it… it had already…

Moreover, he himself was both a demonic alchemist and a demonic array master—whether crafting demonic pills or drawing demonic arrays, his hands were surely stained with blood—he deserved to die.

Only now did he realize…

Gu Quan, displeased, stepped forward and kicked Master She in the knee.

"Pig-Head Demon… too greasy—one's enough…"

Gu An frowned and whispered, "Young Master Mo, if this man truly is a Great Waste Imperial descendant, it may be… unwise to kill him on the spot…"

He felt he'd ordered enough, yet couldn't help feeling greedy.

Weave nightmares, invade dreams.

Master She looked fearful.

Mo Hua sighed, lamenting:

But caution carries you ten thousand years.

Several earth-killing arrays exploded, boom—boom—, their intense spiritual energy surging and utterly shattering the altar.

Mo Hua smiled faintly, a slightly sinister grin.

Mortals must not gaze directly upon the gods.

Since you've stolen the authority of an evil god, caution and swift hands are necessary.

Why did the nightmare collapse? Why did all these people awaken unharmed? Why did the River God not obliterate them—even releasing the sacrificial souls of the two children?

Mo Hua's gaze flickered; he shook his head, walked to Master She, and whispered like a demon:

None of our group understands arrays better than Young Master Mo.

Mo Hua, picking and choosing, kept moving backward, his eyes dazzled among countless strange demons and evil spirits.

Even if I don't eat the evil god, the evil god will eventually eat me.

Why did the Great Wilderness Evil God specifically target Yu'er, placing him atop a node of His divine authority tree?

Could it be because… the Divine Embryo?

Is Yu'er's spiritual awareness talent uniquely suited to becoming a Divine Embryo?

But what exactly is a Divine Embryo?

Why must it be Yu'er?

Nearly an incarnation of the evil god, yet somewhat different.

Although Mo Hua still didn't know how the Great Wilderness Evil God could possibly catch him or detect his traces.

Afterwards, Mo Hua studied the Divine Authority Tree again.

Mo Hua sighed, "You say you didn't collude—would anyone believe you? Think for yourself: would you believe it?"

And the path of spiritual thought is precisely like this.

"I am a descendant of the Shentu clan, my veins flow with the blood of the Great Wilderness imperial house!"

In the nightmare, when the River God unleashed his Blood River technique, he fainted; thereafter, his consciousness was unclear, unaware of what happened, until he woke up mysteriously and lay on the ground pretending to be dead.

If he truly intended to kill me, even a god couldn't save me.

Countless evil spirits spawned countless sinister karmic threads, coalescing into a river of blood-like karma, all connected to Little Yu'er.

Mo Hua glanced around again, confirmed nothing valuable was missed and no trace of himself remained, then retraced his steps.

"Yes."

Mo Hua nodded, "If you know there's a tiger on the mountain, there's no need to deliberately walk toward Hushan—just blow the mountain up. Same result."

Master She's expression twisted in conflict.

…

"Don't kill me!"

Yet he didn't know whether this was a unique authority of the Great Wilderness Lord, or whether all evil gods used "dreams" as a medium for their divine power.

Mo Hua had no idea what it was, but he felt it was incredibly, incredibly strong.

On the altar, Mo Hua opened his eyes, then without hesitation, pulled out spiritual ink, used his spiritual awareness to command the ink, and inscribed several second-rank, sixteen-pattern earth-killing arrays upon the altar.

Keeping him alive isn't impossible, but he must be threatened—so he won't speak recklessly, especially not about my affairs.

"Yangjiao Fengxing? Bring two first…"

Master She's face was ashen; he lay on the ground, lifeless.

Step back, and face utter ruin.

After several breaths, the explosions subsided.

Endure for a moment, and life or death remains uncertain.

Everyone: "…"

"But it's rare—probably valuable—should I pick it? …Fine, I'll pick it. It doesn't cost anything anyway; not picking it would be a waste."

Once I'm more skilled, a seasoned customer, I'll pick more challenging dishes.

"Young Master, what's the situation inside?"

Mo Hua suddenly felt worried.

Gu An said, "A thousand years ago, the Great Wilderness Shentu royal clan rebelled, usurped the Dao Court, declared themselves emperor, and the Dao Court dispatched the Azure Dragon Dao Soldiers to suppress and exterminate them."

The nodes on the Divine Authority Tree are each a "dream."

"I hope I won't lose to them…"

The other evil spirits shouldn't be a problem.

After all, I'm just a Foundation Establishment cultivator—I'm not ready to provoke such a great evil god.

This aura was faint and elusive.

Master She gasped and immediately said, "I have another secret."

But the Great Wilderness Evil God slaughters cultivators, breeds henchmen, forges demons, drives evil spirits, and defiles gods—he's no good thing.

As if Mo Hua were a terrifying evil god.

He didn't even know which Laozu Sect members were in his sect.

Master She said, "South of Lizhou lies the endless Dashan; the Shentu clan unified it, and the Great Wilderness enfeoffed them as kings…"

The kind you can't wash clean even by jumping into the Yan Shui River…

Mo Hua's gaze swept again among the dense nodes of the Divine Authority Tree, then suddenly trembled—he spotted a "big one."

Calculating thus, I've truly committed "countless crimes" against the Great Wilderness Evil God…

Gu Quan looked at Mo Hua with a questioning gaze.

A chill pierced his heart; Master She shuddered all over, even daring not to raise his head and meet Mo Hua's gaze.

Can only be "used," not "changed," and certainly not "damaged."

"Is there any way to save Yu'er once and for all?"

He looked skeptical.

Mo Hua noticed the expression on Master She's face, and his thoughts stirred slightly.

Mo Hua was somewhat puzzled.

If I eat while fighting, using battle to sustain battle, I'll have nothing to fear.

Not to mention using authority to destroy the nodes.

But dreams are an extension of divine thought.

Mo Hua tried to communicate with the Divine Authority Tree and invoke the deity's authority, but found it impossible.

Mo Hua frowned.

"This demon is just a mass of black water—can't tell what it is, don't know if it'll give me a stomachache…"

Divine thought is a creation of reality.

"The Great Huang Imperial Clan… is gone. Only a few scattered descendants remain across the Nine Provinces, barely clinging to life—long since no longer what they once were, and unable to restore the glory of the Great Huang Royal Court…"

This Master She… might still be useful later.

"If you pretend to be dead again, I'll kill you for real!"

The others left the cave entrance, and Mo Hua, from afar, used his divine sense to activate the array.

The Grand Void Gate has an ancient lineage and deep foundations; there must be some Laozu within the sect, protecting the mountain.

Mo Hua lightly patted Master She's shoulder. "It's you."

No time to waste—Mo Hua immediately began his attempt.

Gu An and the others nodded in agreement, their expressions slightly relieved.

Generally speaking, when eating a "flowing banquet," there must be one very tough, very hard dish as the finale.

In short, it's a cultist stronghold like a fishing village.

Mo Hua was curious. "Why?"

This sword intent—Mo Hua might not have sensed it before.

This journey has been fraught with trials; though many things were dark and eerie, they still didn't fully understand them.

"Does it matter? Who cares?" Mo Hua sighed.

The demons bowed their heads, obeying his commands.

After successfully issuing orders, Mo Hua's divine thought immediately detached from the Divine Authority Tree.

Dreams are the bridge to divine consciousness.

The path's end is Yu'er's dream.

But fortunately, it was a close call—those who needed saving were saved, those who needed capturing were captured, and the mission was completed smoothly.

Gu An and Gu Quan's expressions changed.

Now that I've learned the basics of divine thought turning into a sword, I have clear perception.

"But… how do we destroy it?"

This old bastard knows too much; keeping him alive is still a risk.

"Don't kill me! I'll agree to any demand!" Master She looked panicked.

Mo Hua looked solemn. "It's too dangerous inside—I didn't dare go deep, found nothing, just blow it up."

Controlling the demon and invading Yu'er's dream also carries some risk and requires time and preparation.

The River God Nightmare journey—he understood: in this lawless little King of Hell's dictionary, there's certainly no rule saying "Imperial descendants cannot be killed."

All the cultist incarnations have been slain by me.

Master She knelt down on the spot.

It also seems to be the best option available now.

Mo Hua guessed this must be due to the Grand Void Gate.

"Kill him."

Mo Hua felt light and cheerful.

Now he's even sitting on its altar, stealing its authority…

Since there's an array inside, naturally it's the Young Master Mo's domain.

Mo Hua's heart jolted, then he gave Master She a thoughtful look. "You?"

"In the dream, who opened the door for me? Who showed me the way? Who leaked secrets to me? Who conspired with me…"

Yu'er entered the Grand Void Gate, so he's under the protection of the Laozu Sect.

"Should we leave him here?"

"Fish-man demons? There are still… did the Lord of Great Huang also corrupt other River Gods? Or build other River God altars?"

The next few days may not be free—we still have aftermath to handle.

"This demon looks strong—let's get one too…"

"Everyone, keep your distance," Mo Hua said.

Master She froze, confused, then instantly understood something—his face turned pale, disbelief etched on his face:

Mo Hua nodded in satisfaction.

Mo Hua gave a slight nod, pondered briefly, then leaned close to Master She and whispered:

"I'll spare your life, but you must keep silent—act as if you never saw me, and don't reveal anything about me, especially to your 'Divine Lord'…"

Shen Tu?

She… Tu.

He is not a cult site of the Evil God, but merely a simple child.

And allow myself a hearty meal to make up for the gap left by my spiritual sense ascending to the Seventeen-Stripe level.

It's certainly too late now—he's not beside Yu'er.

Master She suddenly opened his eyes, jolted upright, and leapt to his feet.

Laozu has long lived in seclusion, his depths unfathomable.

Afterwards, I can "order dishes"… no, "deploy troops and command generals."

Since I've already opened my mouth, I must eat this through to the end!

Mo Hua silently resolved within himself.

"We can go back now."

This altar can only be used once.

Mo Hua's eyes sparkled with anticipation; he couldn't help licking his lips. "Let me see… what evil spirits are here…"

This way, we can weaken the Evil God's power and ease the pressure on Yu'er's nightmares.

Since we cannot alter or destroy the node, there's no way to directly save Yu'er…

Mo Hua frowned. "Imperial descendant?"

Of course, that's Mo Hua's guess.

And the Great Wilderness Evil God…

Mo Hua hesitated for a long time, a surge of impulse rising within him to ignite it—but after much deliberation, he gave up.

Xu Wanyi has been so kind to me, and Yu'er treats me like a real elder brother, always thinking of me when something good comes along. Such a kind child must not suffer misfortune.

Mo Hua first set up the "pathways."

Mo Hua's brow furrowed slightly.

Master She's expression shifted unpredictably.

The "Little Evil God" wields authority and issues commands.

Though terrified, Master She's voice trembled as he tried to prove his innocence:

"I… am not a traitor."

Mo Hua thought for a moment, then made further adjustments, staggering the timing of these demonic invasions so they came one after another, leaving intervals for rest.

Steal the Evil God's authority, impersonate the "Little Evil God," replace the Great Wilderness Evil God, issue commands, command evil spirits and demons to invade Yu'er's nightmares, in order to…

Mo Hua frowned in thought, then a sudden insight struck him.

"Fox spirit? What kind of demon is this? Pink? Weird… I'll start with a hundred of them…"

Combining Yu'er's experiences, Mo Hua formed a rough understanding of this tree—the Divine Tree symbolizing divine authority.

Gu An glanced at Mo Hua and asked:

I've slain its minions, blown up its demonic palace, torn down its altars, devoured its divine remains, and absorbed its divine essence.

And I've repeatedly thwarted its plans.

He discovered a terrifying truth: without realizing it, he had become a traitor to the "Divine Lord."

And perhaps even more than Seventeen Stripes?

Mo Hua's little heart thudded uncontrollably.

Mo Hua spoke again in a gentle voice:

"The nightmare is gone, the River God is gone… so as long as you don't speak, no one will know what happened in the nightmare, or that you're the traitor who led the way…"

And then wait beside Yu'er for these demons to come to me?

Mo Hua's beautiful eyes gleamed brightly.

Mo Hua looked again at Yu'er's node.

Both demonic spirits and the Evil God's primal essence.

"But River God, it already knows…"

Gu An, Gu Quan, and the others were still waiting at the cave entrance.

The Great Wilderness Evil God's authority is likely tied to "dreams."

Mo Hua pondered deeply.

Of course, when you must cower, you cower; when you must hide, you hide—best to stay in the shadows and never let the Lord of the Great Wilderness know.

"I don't even dare use my real surname—I took a character that sounds similar and adopted 'She' as my surname…"

"This war was brutal, lasting decades, until the Great Wilderness Emperor was beheaded, and all other imperial clan members were executed—few survived…"

Master She shuddered in terror and hurriedly said:

"I didn't! I didn't collude!"

What if I can't win—won't that doom Yu'er?

Mo Hua internally assessed his spiritual willpower, the divine array technique, and the power of his spiritual will turned into a sword, and felt slightly reassured.

Mo Hua watched and muttered to himself:

Mo Hua silently watched him.

As a lowly disciple of Grand Void Gate, he probably won't see the true faces of these Laozu even from the day he entered the sect until the day he graduates.

"Half-bull, half-horse demon—a low-grade second-rank demon, probably tastes bad, but huge—start with three hundred to fill my stomach…"

Master She was angry, but dared not be angry at Mo Hua; he could only speak with deep sorrow:

"I really didn't lie to you…"

This is getting tricky…

"Don't forget…"

This time, the task is finally complete; we can return.

This was my first time "ordering," so it's better to be cautious.

Mo Hua suddenly felt his eyelid twitch.

Even Mo Hua himself thought it had gone too far.

Seeing Mo Hua emerge, Gu Quan let out a faint breath and asked:

"If this man truly carries the blood of the Great Huang Imperial lineage, it's no trivial matter—he cannot be killed lightly…"

But among all the nodes, Yu'er was the exception.

Gu An whispered, "Is this… alright?"

The Gu family cultivators' hearts all settled.

After some thought, everyone slowly nodded.

His authority was slight, far from sufficient to permit altering the Divine Tree, changing its nodes, or modifying the endpoints of power.

Then Mo Hua activated the Divine Authority, using the Divine Tree to control demons and malevolent spirits, fixing a specific time to begin invading the Nightmare.

The path nodes, the celestial days and hours, had all been determined.

Master She's face flushed with anger, but with a blade at his throat, he could not muster defiance, hurriedly crying, "Spare me! Spare my life!"

Mo Hua was reassured.

Mo Hua said nothing, then glanced at Master She, eyes deep in thought, his killing intent flickering on and off.

What if we turned it around instead?

"It's about time…"

In that instant, all the thousands upon thousands of demons and malevolent spirits nurtured within the Nightmare nodes came under his control.

In but a moment, his divine perception connected with the Divine Tree.

The nodes glowed faintly, yet seemed sealed by some force—dimmed, and faintly radiating an ancient sword intent.

This command was seared into the Divine Tree by Mo Hua.

"Whether you are or not, you are now…" Mo Hua's voice carried a seductive, malevolent power.

Mo Hua pondered the timing and set it for seven days hence.

Master She collapsed to the ground, face ashen.

A thought sank deep into his heart:

"I am a traitor now…"

(End of Chapter)