Chapter 792: Flee Quickly

Within the great prison, the demonic entities were nearly all slaughtered.

Mo Hua, at the Nineteen-Stripe Spiritual Awareness realm, his eyes gleamed brilliantly, his spiritual sense more refined, his aura increasingly powerful.

In this place, no one, no evil spirit, could stand against him.

He turned his head and looked toward the ram-horned gate.

Upon the gate, layers of divine path seals still blocked the way.

These divine path arrays had once seemed tightly sealed to Mo Hua's eyes.

But now, having swallowed countless demonic entities, he had broken through the Heavenly Dao's "seal" and assimilated the Heavenly Dao's "seal" principles, deepening his understanding of divine path arrays.

Now, looking again, he could faintly sense faint rules flowing between the array patterns on the ram-horned gate.

Yet the "seal" principles upon this gate now appeared crude to Mo Hua, riddled with "flaws."

He raised his palm, and a golden sword coalesced in his hand, then slashed downward.

It looked like an ordinary strike, yet it embodied his understanding of the divine path array's inner principles—like a butcher dissecting an ox, avoiding the sinews and striking the weak points.

With a single sword stroke, it pierced through the divine path array patterns and pierced the gate.

Inside the gate, Mr. Tu's pupils shrank sharply.

The demonic aura outside the gate had faded…

The ferocious god was still breaking through the gate.

"All those demonic entities… killed?"

Could this ferocious god truly be so terrifying?!

Though Mr. Tu had anticipated it, he still found it hard to believe.

"The divine bridge is severed; the path to the Divine Homeland is blocked."

"This ferocious god, no matter how terrifying, ends here—He cannot reach the Lord's homeland…"

The Young Master was about to speak further.

Suddenly, a wet *puchī* sound.

The ram-horned gate was pierced again; several arrays shattered, revealing a tip of golden blade protruding through the gate.

This sword was formed from spiritual thought—ancient, plain, unadorned.

Yet it brimmed with astonishing spiritual killing intent.

"This ferocious god is almost inside!"

The Young Master said: "Then, Mr. Tu…?"

Mr. Tu said: "I will sacrifice this remnant soul to hold the rear for the Young Master—otherwise, none of us will escape…"

As he spoke, more holes were punched through the ram-horned gate, icy sword qi surging.

The divine path arrays upon the gate were nearly gone.

The terrifying silhouette of the "ferocious god" outside was now barely visible.

He immediately pulled out a fragment of divine bone, sprinkled his spiritual blood upon it, then used the bone's illusory-real resonance to gradually detach from the "nightmare" within the Demon-Refining Map.

His figure slowly faded away.

The "ferocious god" outside seemed to sense something, hesitated briefly, then condensed even stronger spiritual sword qi, accelerating the gate's destruction.

The ram-horn carvings upon the gate were now scarred and battered.

The entire divine path gate, once the most unbreakable "seal," was now split open like paper, leaking wind everywhere.

Within moments, the divine path gate shattered completely.

A figure, wreathed in brilliant Jin Guang, stepped forward to enter.

"No good!"

The Young Master's spiritual thought had not yet fully detached.

The remnant soul of "Mr. Tu" immediately rolled his eyes upward—both eyes became deep crimson blood holes, radiating numbness and ferocity.

This was a dark path secret technique.

He extinguished his reason, pushing his malevolence to its extreme.

From Mr. Tu's head sprouted two black, filthy, incomplete ram horns; his spiritual flesh and blood twisted, deforming into grotesque ugliness.

In moments, he transformed into a "ram-horned demon."

Simultaneously, his malevolent aura surged to its peak.

Before Mo Hua could enter, the transformed demon Mr. Tu lunged at him with a stench of blood, thick with malevolent intent.

But before he could reach him, his body suddenly stiffened, frozen in place.

Moments later, a streak of Jin Guang appeared on his forehead.

A golden sword pierced directly through "Mr. Tu's" forehead; then the sword qi radiated outward, dismembering his body into fragments.

"No wonder… he's the ferocious god…"

"With this remnant soul's power, he was utterly unmatched."

"The path of the divine truly is vast and unfathomable…"

Mr. Tu's face was sliced into fragments by the sword qi; his pitch-black pupils, the blood slowly fading, the madness receding, his reason flickering back like a dying ember.

With all his strength, he gazed toward the "ferocious god."

He wanted to see the face of this "ferocious god."

He wanted to see what the Lord's "enemy" truly looked like.

But his eyelids were drenched in blood; his vision filled only with Jin Guang—he could not see the face of the ferocious god who had pierced his skull and killed him.

All he could see was a "small" silhouette amid the mingling blood and Jin Guang, and a pair of cold, majestic eyes.

This was a "juvenile" ferocious god.

It seemed as if it had just hatched from the divine embryo.

But its eyes already bore the majesty of a god, and the indifference toward all living beings—indeed, even more than that…

Faintly, "Mr. Tu" saw within those eyes, strange patterns of black and white alternating and surging.

"Killed by the hand of a 'god.'"

"Killed by the great enemy of the Divine Lord."

"Died for the Divine Lord's grand cause!"

"This remnant soul died as it should…"

Mr. Tu devoutly thought this in his heart, then his soul was utterly shredded by Jin Guang and dissolved into nothingness.

On the other side, the Young Master's form was also fading, and before his divine awareness vanished completely, he too saw the figure of this "fierce god" who had slain Mr. Tu with a single sword.

Cloaked in Jin Guang, its shape resembled a child, yet it bore the haughty majesty of a god and a chilling indifference that struck fear.

It made him feel how insignificant he was.

He even felt an inexplicable terror.

He cast but one glance—and dared only that one—then urgently seized the brief moment won by Mr. Tu's dying remnant soul to escape the nightmare.

He feared that if he looked one moment longer, he would perish in the hands of this dreadful fierce god.

…

Inside the great hall of Wan Yao Valley.

The Young Master, who had been sitting in meditation with closed eyes, suddenly opened them, his hands trembling uncontrollably as he gasped for breath.

His back was soaked completely in cold sweat.

It was as if he had endured a "nightmare."

Yet his eyes were filled with cold hatred.

"For the first time in my life, I have been so humiliated…"

He etched the silhouette of that tiny divine being firmly into his heart, his gaze icy:

"This humiliation—I will never forget it."

…

In the moment the remnant soul was erased, within Qian Dao Sect on Qian Xue Province, an elder giving a lesson to disciples suddenly turned pale, his head splitting with pain.

As if a strand of his soul had been violently torn from within.

His facial skin twisted slightly, nearly losing its form.

"Elder Shen" hastily covered his face with his sleeve, bent over, and coughed uncontrollably, nearly spitting blood.

The disciples below were stunned, exchanging glances, unsure what had happened.

One disciple asked with concern:

"Elder, are you alright?"

"Elder Shen" coughed a few more times, quietly smoothing his human mask, then slowly raised his head.

His face was terrifyingly pale, deathly white, like the skin of a corpse.

He looked utterly worn out.

The disciples below watched, startled.

"Elder, you…"

"Elder Shen" swiftly turned his thoughts, his expression bitter, and sighed slowly:

"Recently I obtained an ancient array scroll, profound and obscure; I neglected sleep and meals yet still could not grasp even a fraction, and without realizing it, my divine awareness was overtaxed, damaging my root energy."

After speaking, Elder Shen looked at all his disciples and spoke earnestly:

"... You must take this as a warning: when studying arrays, know your limits. If your divine awareness is insufficient, do not force comprehension. Do not rush. Proceed step by step, gradually…"

"If you greedily push forward, you will end up like me…"

Elder Shen coughed again, his face growing even paler, "... divine awareness depleted, root damaged."

"Elder Shen" nodded in satisfaction, "Good, let us continue the lesson…"

"Yes."

Elder Shen unrolled the Juan Sect scroll, compared it with the array diagram on the array plate, and explained the array techniques to his disciples; his expression gradually returned to normal.

But inside, he was anything but calm.

"My remnant soul… was killed?"

"What exactly happened in Wan Yao Valley…"

"Who destroyed my remnant soul?"

Elder Shen involuntarily narrowed his pupils, a chill rising in his heart.

…

Within the Demon Refining Map.

Mo Hua, bathed in brilliant Jin Guang, struck with lightning speed and erased a crimson demonic presence; when he turned to face another figure, it was too late.

In a fleeting glance, he saw only the silhouette of a noble, princely young boy.

But before he could examine his features, the figure blurred and vanished entirely, gone somewhere unknown.

"What a pity…"

Mo Hua sighed faintly.

This crimson demon had suddenly surged forward with fierce intent.

He had been careless, not thinking to hold back, and struck it through the brain with one sword, annihilating it without leaving a survivor.

Now he realized—it must have been that "Mr. Tu."

And that "Young Master" failed to stop him—he escaped, even without revealing his face.

"The plan was so meticulous, the execution so covert—no wonder he was hard to catch…"

Mo Hua felt a pang of regret.

"Let him go—he'll surface again soon…"

They went to such lengths in secrecy—it must be something major.

Even something worth dying for.

Mo Hua frowned slightly, scanning the surroundings again, then let out a soft "Hm?"

He spotted a small blank mural.

Unlike the demonic paintings outside, this one was only as tall as a man, completely bare, devoid of any imagery.

Mo Hua nearly mistook it for an ordinary "stone wall" and overlooked it.

Mo Hua released his divine sense, carefully sensing it—and his spirit trembled.

"There's a… peculiar aura…"

Serene, tranquil, rich, sweet…

As if it were an essence approaching the divine source itself—awakening a yearning stir in the "divinity" within Mo Hua's divine awareness.

"What is this?"

That's why Mr. Tu and the others hid here, secretly erasing traces of this thing—so no one else…

Or perhaps—so they wouldn't let me find it?

Mo Hua was puzzled, yet increasingly curious.

He wanted to know what had once been hidden within this blank mural—what could emit such a "rich and sweet" divine aura.

Mo Hua examined the mural inch by inch again.

He even scanned every other object in the hall with his divine sense.

Yet he found nothing.

"They cleaned up well…"

"I'll deal with the Great Wasteland Demon God later—when I get more clues, I'll unravel it slowly."

"Besides, this demonic corruption consumed too much—I must return soon to meditate and purge distractions, or my Dao heart will suffer."

Mo Hua nodded slightly.

Residual demonic thoughts still lingered in the air from Mr. Tu's shattered soul.

Mo Hua found these demonic thoughts repulsive—he wouldn't consume them.

He condensed several sword qi blades and obliterated the lingering demonic thoughts, eliminating all threats before leaving the hall.

After leaving the hall, Mo Hua found the Sword Bone hiding in a corner, pretending to be "above it all."

Ever since the demonic corruptions surged, the Sword Bone had been hiding here, playing dead.

Of course, Mo Hua never expected it to help him.

In the chaos of the Great Prison, just surviving was enough for it.

"Let's go back…" Mo Hua said.

"Yes, yes…" The Sword Bone nodded frantically.

Its bony waist bent even lower.

After witnessing the endless tide of demonic corruptions within the Great Prison—utterly crushed and devoured by Mo Hua—

The Sword Bone fell utterly silent, daring not even to raise its gaze to meet Mo Hua's.

Since becoming a Sword Demon, it had never seen a god.

But perhaps a god was no more than this.

Thinking of how powerful Mo Hua's divine awareness was—equal to a god's—the Sword Bone involuntarily bent its waist even further.

Along the way back, the small Mo Hua walked with head held high, while the towering Sword Demon bowed low.

Thus, man and demon retraced their steps, left the Demon-Taming Painting, and returned to the Sword Bone's blood pool.

In the blood pool, Linghu Xiao and the other two remained unconscious.

The Sword Bone hurriedly said:

"No, no…"

How could it dare harbor any scheming thoughts?

That wasn't scheming—that was playing with its own life.

Mo Hua nodded in satisfaction, then extended his small hand toward the Sword Bone: "I'm leaving."

Seeing Mo Hua's small hand, the Sword Bone instinctively shuddered—the ribs broken by those hands ached faintly again.

But it forced itself to control its fear.

The Sword Bone transformed into its true form: a bone sword.

This bone sword was its body—and the key to entering and exiting the blood pool.

Mo Hua gripped the bone sword, thought once—and blood mist spread, the scenery shifted. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself inside the Ten Thousand Demons Valley.

Before him stood the Demon-Taming Painting, its surface like a mural.

In his hand, he still held a broken white bone sword—the broken blade embedded in the mural.

The instant Mo Hua opened his eyes, Elder Xun Ziyou and the other three Jin Dan elders sensed it.

Elder Xun Ziyou and Xun Zixian both exhaled in relief, their expressions slightly joyful.

Mo Hua smiled brightly: "I'm fine—I brought everything back."

Shangguan Xuan, seeing this, felt at that moment that no face in the world was more handsome than Mo Hua's.

Even the celestial immortal's smile while plucking a flower could not match Mo Hua's expression at this moment.

Shangguan Xuanjian let out a deep breath, like a man who had been drowning for a long time, finally reaching shore after immense hardship—both drained and liberated.

"That boy… he…"

Shangguan Xuanjian looked at Linghu Xiao, still unconscious, pale and bloodless, his expression still filled with concern.

Mo Hua said: "Wait a moment."

He drew the white bone sword, stepped before Linghu Xiao, pressed the bone blade against Linghu Xiao's forehead, and whispered:

"Bone of the sword, release the soul."

The bone within the sword dared not delay.

After a while, Mo Hua sensed a faint trace of spiritual soul energy in Linghu Xiao; his face regained some color, and a barely perceptible breath emerged from his nose and mouth.

Sensing this change, Shangguan Xuanjian was overjoyed.

Thereafter, Mo Hua repeated the same method, returning the spiritual souls of Ouyang Mu and Song Jian back to their own bodies.

Thus, all three had been saved.

Yet, since they had been "sacrificed" into the painting, their souls forcibly torn from their bodies, now that their souls had returned, they needed time to adapt and rest before waking.

Shangguan Xuanjian bowed to Mo Hua:

"Young brother, your great kindness cannot be repaid in words. If you ever need anything, so long as it does not violate the Dao of cultivators, I will spare no effort!"

Saving Linghu Xiao, this sword prodigy, was, in a sense, saving the future of Chongxu Sect.

Mo Hua waved his hand: "Senior Shangguan, you're too kind. I merely did a trivial little thing."

A trivial little thing…

Upon hearing this, the three elders—Xun Ziyou—each wore a subtle expression.

Regarding the Way of Spiritual Perception, this "trivial little thing" was something even the three of them, as late-stage Jin Dan elders of the sect, could not accomplish…

Xun Ziyou could not help but pat Mo Hua's shoulder and gritted his teeth:

"Enough. One must know humility, but excessive humility is arrogance."

"Senior Shangguan is of high virtue and great prestige; his word is law. If he tells you to seek him for help, don't be polite—take him up on it."

His meaning: Accept it quickly, before they change their minds.

A promise from a late-stage Jin Dan elder was something others would kill for.

Mo Hua understood at once, returned the bow, and smiled:

"Thank you, Senior Shangguan."

Shangguan Xuanjian nodded.

Having spoken, he would not retract his word.

Moreover, compared to Linghu Xiao's safety, his promise meant little.

"Alright," said Xun Ziyou, "since the three children have been saved and the Ten Thousand Demon Valley has fallen, let's return first. The sect will handle what comes next—you…"

But Mo Hua said: "Elder Xun, wait a moment."

Xun Ziyou paused. "What is it?"

Mo Hua paused, then spoke slowly and gravely:

"Nearby… there should be another door…"

(End of Chapter)

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