Chapter 711: Ten Thousand Evils

The Grand Void Gate faces a storm on the horizon; the small fishing village quietly worships, while the little silver fish sneaks to steal incense offerings.

Mo Hua knew nothing of any of this.

The matter of the River God is settled; for now, there can be some peace.

So he spent his days in the sect, happily cultivating, attending classes, drawing arrays, and eagerly awaiting his "takeout."

Six days later, he stole the authority of the demonic god—his "takeout" was finally arriving.

This order, no—this "wave" of takeout—will arrive in Yu'er's dreams precisely at midnight tonight.

This time was deliberately chosen by Mo Hua.

Safe, secret, unobtrusive, and with a Dao Stele to back him up, Mo Hua felt even more confident.

But before that, Mo Hua still needed to make some preparations.

These preparations were mainly for Yu'er.

This time, he ordered many demonic and evil entities.

Wen Renwei guarded outside, fully alert, watching for any changes within.

Wen Renwei's expression turned solemn.

Mo Hua entered Yu'er's room and arranged the Divine Path array around the bed, enclosing Yu'er within it.

"Don't worry—everything's on me!"

Mo Hua found it hard to say such words…

Yu'er smiled sweetly and said, "Thank you, brother."

Mo Hua added, "But there are some things I must tell you in advance…"

Additionally, Mo Hua drew several Divine Path arrays to suppress the evil entities and protect Yu'er.

He was young, innocent, and knew nothing of these matters; he only felt safe beside Mo Hua, so he soon fell fast asleep.

Wen Renwei had never heard any of this before.

Afterwards, Yu'er fell asleep as usual.

The cultivation world is vast, boundless, and immense.

These demons, once they arrive, are lambs entering Hukou—not one will escape.

Mo Hua patted Yu'er's small head. "This is for warding off evil—it'll keep you from having nightmares."

Mo Hua said with a solemn expression: "Tonight, I feel strangely uneasy… it seems external evils will invade. After midnight, Yu'er may have nightmares…"

If I fail, a slight injury to my spiritual sense is nothing—but if these demons run rampant and harm Yu'er, I'll carry deep guilt.

In Wen Renwei's heart, although Young Master Mo was young and his cultivation low, he was truly such a "remarkable person."

Yu'er quickly nodded his small head.

After calming Yu'er, Mo Hua found Wen Renwei and whispered: "Wen Ren, there may be danger tonight…"

For example: if my demonic energy grows stronger, if I turn corrupt, if I go mad, if I become dull, if I'm devoured by demons—what should I do?

Wen Renwei, with a solemn expression, frowned and said:

"Young Master Yu'er hasn't been troubled by nightmares for a long time—why, tonight, are 'external evils' suddenly invading?"

Mo Hua immediately patted his chest and assured:

Time slowly slipped away.

I summoned them…

Dusk fell; midnight approached.

Those who dare tread these forbidden realms, regardless of their spiritual root origins, are all extraordinary individuals.

There are too many cultivation doctrines in this world, and too many hidden secrets unknown.

Mo Hua couldn't help but smile gently and said, "Rest early—tomorrow you must rise early to cultivate."

Mo Hua explained to Wen Renwei all the "taboos" and emergency procedures.

Mo Hua himself didn't care—the River God and the Demonic God had both died in his hands, their heads severed and struck by lightning, "swallowed whole and raw"—let alone these lower-tier demons.

Even if he were a Jin Dan, he couldn't claim to fully understand all ten thousand paths of cultivation.

Therefore, thorough preparations were necessary.

Mo Hua sat beside Yu'er, meditating in stillness.

Wen Renwei nodded, agreeing, then his gaze softened with concern as he pleaded:

"Then, Young Master Mo…"

Wen Renwei did not cultivate spiritual sense; he could not see the forms of demons, but after spending so much time with Mo Hua, having witnessed him guarding Yu'er at night and sensing the chilling, evil aura in the room, he had a vague understanding of what Mo Hua meant by "external evils."

But Yu'er was different—he was merely a child, with no spiritual sense for attack or defense.

Though he didn't fully understand the underlying principles, he sensed this was a complex, profound tradition, and his respect for Mo Hua deepened slightly…

There are always some forbidden realms in the world rarely trodden by cultivators.

Mo Hua blinked and sighed: "Since they're external evils, their actions must be perverse and cunning—who can know for sure?"

Yu'er's big, bright eyes sparkled with curiosity as he pointed at the array and asked:

"Big Brother Mo, what's this?"

"Mm-hmm!"

After an unknown length of time, midnight arrived.

In an instant, the cold in the room deepened, and a chilling, oppressive feeling settled over the heart.

Wen Renwei's face changed; he looked around—but saw nothing.

Yet he clearly felt something slowly emerging all around the house.

As if one after another, invisible, unknowable, malevolent entities were crawling out from nothingness…

And this time, the sensation was far stronger than before.

It seemed the malevolent spirits invading Young Master Yu's nightmares were far more numerous and unusually powerful…

Wenren Wei drew in a sharp breath.

He longed to enter the inner chamber, but remembered Mo Hua's warning: "Unless something goes awry, do not enter, lest you be tainted by the malevolence…" and so he abandoned the thought, standing firm as a mountain outside.

Yet Wenren Wei could not help but feel anxious.

Inside the inner chamber, Mo Hua, seated in meditation, opened his eyes.

His gaze was deep, his pupils sharply divided between black and white, the depths of his eyes holding cosmic mystery.

The scheming black, the calculating white, the divine golden—within his eyes, they wove and merged into one.

All demonic and ghostly evils within the room were laid bare.

Celestial patterns emerged, half corrupted, half bloody, black and red intertwined, like chains of sin, unfolding from the void.

At first glance, these patterns resembled chains.

Now, they looked more like segments of tree branches, imbued with perverse laws.

The Tree of Divine Authority!

And this time, the karmic patterns were clearer and more real, clearly indicating a divine authority far more exalted than before.

Thus, the demons summoned were also stronger.

The karmic Tree of Divine Authority transcended the spiritual perception of ordinary cultivators, slowly branching and spreading within the room.

Then, from its branches, black water coalesced, fruiting without blossoms.

Clusters of black water, like the "amniotic fluid" of sin, formed embryos of demonic beings, pulsing like hearts.

Afterwards, the embryos split open, birthing grotesque, terrifying demons—human hands, ox hooves, horse faces, all twisted together.

On the branches of the Divine Authority Tree, demonic fruits multiplied.

The hatched malevolences grew stronger with each generation.

They crowded densely, contorting their limbs, hanging upside down by their heads from the ceiling, dripping foul saliva, their crimson eyes fixed unblinkingly on Yu'er.

Yu'er felt a flicker of unease, furrowing his tiny brows, murmuring softly in his dream.

Mo Hua stirred his spiritual sense slightly, and a faint glow ignited, shielding Yu'er, cutting off the chilling aura and icy malevolence.

The pathway into the dream had been sealed by the Divine Dao array.

The demons' path was blocked.

They roared in fury, their gazes turning savage, their aura violent, then all turned their eyes toward Mo Hua—the one who had ruined their plans.

The Tree of Divine Authority had descended.

Dozens of blood-red eyes fixed unblinkingly on Mo Hua.

Mo Hua's gaze was calm, a faint, mocking smile playing on his lips.

"You wretched beasts—come and eat me…"

The Tree of Divine Authority trembled, the demons raged, then all flailed wildly, transforming into thick black-red demonic smoke, surging one after another toward Mo Hua's spiritual sea.

…

Meanwhile.

In the vast, majestic sect of Jiang Haoran, located within Qianxue Province, its halls scattered like stars, resembling the celestial Bai Yu Capital…

Tu Mr., wearing a human skin, appearing scholarly and refined, was dozing in meditation when he suddenly jolted awake.

His expression was horrified: "Who… dared invoke the Divine Lord's authority?!"

"This… how is it possible?!"

Tu Mr.'s eyes were filled with disbelief.

And at the Grand Void Gate's forbidden rear mountain…

At the very moment the demons and malevolences appeared, the long-bearded elder, seated motionless within the Sword Grave, sealed by countless arrays, suddenly opened his eyes—a flash of icy light within them.

"Demons…"

No…

The long-bearded elder's eyes snapped wide, filled with fury, his teeth cold: "A… Demonic God?!"

He sensed it—the Demonic God's authority…

A Tree of Divine Authority, clearer, stronger, more evil, and closer to the primordial source than ever before, had descended upon the Grand Void Gate!

Previously, when malevolences attacked, he had slashed once, cleaving out a Daoic Abomination, suffered a hidden loss, and thus remained vigilant.

Afterward, the malevolences subsided for a time; occasional minor specters appeared, but he merely watched silently, refusing to strike again.

Yet today, within the Grand Void Gate's own gates, he sensed the aura of the Demonic God's Abominable Authority Tree!

This was the Demonic God openly commanding legions of demons, invading the Grand Void Gate.

How utterly outrageous!

Jiang Haoran Province had sunk so low!

The Grand Void Gate, whose spiritual-sword technique had been sealed for only a few centuries—how dare a Demonic God now dare to rise so brazenly, and openly violate our mountain gates?!

The long-bearded elder's eyes brimmed with sword intent, his killing aura icy and sharp; the swords within the Manshan Sword Grave trembled faintly, their sword qi piercing the heavens.

"Even if my lifespan is damaged and my foundation unstable, today I shall surely cut down this Abominable Authority Tree—"

The long-bearded elder's sword intent surged halfway—then halted abruptly.

He froze.

For the malevolent aura had vanished.

In mere moments, all of it disappeared, as if it had never existed…

The long-bearded elder slowly lowered the broken sword in his hand—but before he could fully set it down, the Tree of Divine Authority spread again, and the malevolent aura returned.

The old man was about to rage, but then all the evil qi vanished entirely.

As if a vast abyssal mouth within the Grand Void Gate had swallowed every demon and malevolent spirit...

The long-bearded old man sat silently for a long time, his sharp eyes flickering with shock, bewilderment, and disbelief.

"What exactly have I raised within the Grand Void Gate..."

In the realm of consciousness, Mo Hua opened his small mouth wide and sucked in all the demons he had just slain and refined into white smoke.

Mo Hua smacked his lips, still unsatisfied.

This was already the second round.

Though they were all ordinary demons, they made decent appetizers to fill the stomach.

After consuming two rounds, Mo Hua clearly felt his spiritual awareness had advanced another step toward the Seventeen-Stripe realm.

"Just a little more!"

Mo Hua's eyes lit up, delighted.

Soon, the next round arrived.

In the realm of consciousness, evil qi gathered, black water spread, and from the evil thoughts hatched two demons with ram horns and jet-black bodies.

These were the Ram-Horn Enforcers.

The Ram-Horn Enforcers held a clearly higher rank among the demons under the Evil God.

Their demeanor was more arrogant; the moment they appeared, they sneered coldly.

But before they could speak, Mo Hua seized their horns, slammed them to the ground, and with a flash of Jin Guang, his hand rose and his sword fell, severing their ram heads.

The two Ram-Horn Enforcers died without ever knowing how they had died.

After severing their heads, Mo Hua used his spiritual perception to form a sword and chopped for a long time until he split their bones, then briefly purified the poison with calamity lightning and swallowed all the pale-gold divine marrow inside.

Thus, simply and plainly, he ate two ram heads.

Unfortunately, by now, the Ram-Horn Enforcers' tier was already too low—their divine marrow was scarce—and Mo Hua smacked his lips, feeling he hadn't even tasted the flavor before it was gone.

Moreover, there was even less evil thought left.

Mo Hua could only wait for the next "dish."

Soon, foul qi grew thick, and from the realm of consciousness emerged a fat, massive, ferocious pig head, baring its fangs.

The Pig-Head Demon let out a fierce roar the moment it appeared.

Before it could finish, Mo Hua leapt up, landed on the pig head, clenched his fists, and slammed down with all his might.

This blow, carrying the power of a deity, shattered the Pig-Head Demon's forehead open.

The Pig-Head Demon's ferocious roar turned into a terrified wail.

Mo Hua pounded again and again—"Kuang! Kuang!"—until the massive pig head twisted, deformed, split apart, and finally dissolved into a pool of black blood.

Mo Hua manifested the Li Fire Funeral Array, burned the black blood, and extracted pure spiritual essence, consuming the entire massive Pig-Head Demon.

But time was limited; he had no chance to refine it further.

Moments later, pink mist spread, soft moans filled the air, and a sweet, fragrant scent swept in.

Mo Hua froze, suddenly noticing many stunningly beautiful, graceful women had appeared in his realm of consciousness.

They were all clad in sheer gauze, with slender waists and flowing silhouettes, gazing at Mo Hua with eyes full of spring water—each frown and smile brimming with seduction and affection.

Occasionally, a woman shed all her robes, revealing a sudden blaze of radiant beauty.

Mo Hua's small face flushed slightly.

But in an instant, the image of Little Sister's cold, ethereal eyes—half-annoyed, half-irritated, shimmering like rippling water—flashed through Mo Hua's mind.

Mo Hua shuddered violently and snapped back to his senses.

A flash of Jin Guang appeared in his eyes as he scanned the surroundings, seeing their true forms, his expression turning icy.

"Red powder, bleached bones; rotting skin, decaying flesh; fox demons, vile beasts—trying to disrupt my Dao!"

Mo Hua sneered, his small hand clenching as the grand Li Mountain Funeral Array erupted from the ground, mountains rising like prisons, flames raging wildly.

The beautiful women screamed as the flames engulfed them.

Losing their seductive allure, their faces twisted as they tore off their gorgeous skins, revealing their ugly true forms.

Some were hollow-eyed skeletons from graves.

Others were rotting flesh crawling with maggots.

Or human bodies with fox faces, reduced to demonic beasts.

Mo Hua showed no mercy—he slaughtered them all with the Li Fire Array, then devoured them completely.

The ghosts and fox demons were utterly crushed.

Then black smoke surged violently, evil qi turned sharp and chilling, the atmosphere grew oppressive, and faintly, the neighing of warhorses echoed.

Mo Hua's heart tightened as from the black mist stepped a towering demon warlord, clad in white bone armor, wielding a blood-red halberd, with two ram horns sprouting from his head—undoubtedly a formidable foe.

Ram-Horn Warlord!

And the only "main course" on the menu.

Even the Evil God must have expended great effort to forge such a powerful malevolent spirit.

Mo Hua gazed at the Gao Daweiwu demon warlord, radiating terrifying authority, and felt his battle spirit stir, eager to fight.

The Ram-Horn Warlord's crimson pupils glanced at Mo Hua.

Though Mo Hua's spiritual perception form appeared merely a "tiny thing," the battle-hardened demon warlord, who had slain countless foes, sensed a great threat.

The demon steed let out a roar.

The Ram-Horn Warlord moved like the wind, swinging his halberd to unleash a slash of bloodlight straight at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua clenched his small hand, Jin Guang coalescing into a tiny sword, and charged forward to clash with the warlord.

For a moment, malevolent qi spread in all directions, golden light spreading far and wide.

Swords and halberds clashed, divine senses trembled.

The Ram-Horn War General was a demon forged solely for slaughter, immensely powerful—but unfortunately, it faced Mo Hua.

No matter how strong a demon may be, it is still just a demon.

And Mo Hua was nearly a youthful god.

And one who mastered arrays, who had learned to transform divine sense into swords—a "god."

In barely a dozen exchanges, the formidable Ram-Horn War General was slain by Mo Hua's divine-sense sword, cut down from his steed.

"A worthy opponent!"

"What a thoroughly satisfying battle!"

Mo Hua, not even tired, wiped away nonexistent sweat from his brow as a sign of respect, then as usual chopped off the Ram-Horn War General's head.

Another ram's head.

And a big one at that.

Mo Hua chiseled for a long time with his golden sword before carving a small hole into the ram's head, then killed the poison, absorbed the divine marrow, and devoured a vast quantity of malevolent thoughts.

This time he had eaten too much—he was already a little full.

Mo Hua's divine sense was beginning to stir at its bottleneck.

But Mo Hua still suppressed his realm, waiting until this matter was settled and the feast of flowing banquets was finished, before slowly digesting it and peacefully breaking through his divine sense.

Afterward, more demons arrived, carrying thick black mist.

Their forms were bizarre and varied, steeped in malevolent thoughts, their methods cunning, sinister, venomous, or ferocious…

But none were a match for Mo Hua.

Though countless malevolent spirits came, Mo Hua simply slashed them all with one sword, swallowed them all in one gulp.

Kill first, then eat!

Like a Xiaoshen made of Taotie…

Outside the mind sea, Wen Renwei's expression was stunned, his emotions surging.

He could sense wave after wave of some demonic-like presence, like tides, continuously surging forward.

The sinister aura within the room grew heavier with each wave, making even this Jin Dan cultivator feel a faint chill.

The endpoint of these tidal waves of malevolence was the frail, helpless Young Master Yu.

And Mo Hua stood between them.

Though merely a thin, small frame, he stood like an impregnable, majestic citadel, blocking every invading demon and monster.

One man holds the pass; ten thousand malevolent spirits cannot break through.

Wen Renwei's gaze trembled, even his fingers trembling slightly.

(End of Chapter)