Chapter 861

With his spirit and soul destroyed, Mr. Wu's remaining divine thoughts, carrying wisps of blood-red color, dissipated into the surroundings.

These could have been "eaten," but although Mr. Wu had transformed into a Yaksha, he was originally human, and he had eaten people, so Mo Hua found him repulsive and had no appetite, simply condensing a fireball to burn away the remaining divine thoughts.

Such rotten side dishes didn't matter.

There was something better waiting for him next.

He had to save his appetite to "eat" the main course!

Now, Xie Liu, Shui Shui Yanluo, Xiao Xiao Zhenhai, and Mr. Wu were all dead, meaning almost all the enemies in the Dragon King Temple had been cleared out.

And under the guidance of a "loyal" believer of the Divine Lord, Mo Hua, acting as a "sacrifice," finally descended upon the altar of the Great Desolate Divine Lord.

The divine marrow within Mo Hua's body began to circulate, a faint golden light radiated from his entire body, and his eyes turned dark gold, his gaze majestic and unfathomable.

He looked just like a "god."

Afterward, Mo Hua sat upright upon the altar.

The altar welcomed a fake "Divine Lord."

But this "false god" was very similar in aura to the Lord of the Great Desolate.

He had even truly stolen a portion of the Lord of the Great Desolate's authority, acting on behalf of the Divine Lord, and now, arriving at the altar, he was familiar with the path, as if he had arrived at his own "home."

The altar, upholding its own "loyalty," bestowed authority upon this false god.

In that instant, endless Great Dao laws, complex as rain, flashed like meteors.

Streaks of light condensed, constantly changing, weaving together, and merging to form an endlessly vast stream of light.

The stream of light was like a towering tree, rising into the sky, spreading its branches and leaves, covering the entire world.

The Tree of Divine Authority!

Sitting on the altar, Mo Hua witnessed these extremely beautiful yet extremely terrifying law-streaks once again, flickering and intersecting, merging into one, connecting heaven and earth.

This was not the first time he had seen this scene, but he still felt his heart and soul shaken, yearning for it.

"Gods are born from the Dao; the authority they inherit is merely a branch of this towering divine tree."

"If one day I could penetrate the entire Tree of Divine Authority, mastering the myriad Great Dao laws that flash like meteors, and merging all the myriad Great Daos into one heart, would that mean I could... become an immortal?"

Mo Hua thought with some "wishful thinking."

Of course, he also understood that this path was still very long.

He had only penetrated a tiny bit of the surface of the laws of heaven and earth.

He felt the divine authority of the Great Desolate Evil God was vast and boundless, impossible to penetrate or fully control, let alone the source of divine authority that connected heaven and earth, like the legendary "Jianmu" (Building Wood).

The path to immortality is long, and the journey is far.

Mo Hua gathered his thoughts.

"Let's eat our fill first..."

With his divine sense, he communicated with the altar and located his... no, the Great Desolate Lord's Tree of Divine Authority within the "Tree of Divine Authority" woven by the laws of heaven and earth.

Mo Hua stole the divine authority and took control of the Great Desolate Lord's "Tree of Divine Authority."

In that instant, the divine authority connected with his consciousness.

The Great Desolate divine authority tree unfolded, and nodes on it lit up one by one; within each node resided myriad demons and evil spirits, dwelling in dreams and raised by the Evil God, all under his control.

Of course, the top of the Tree of Divine Authority remained shrouded in mist.

This was because Mo Hua was at most a young "god," lacking sufficient "divine power" to push aside the mist and touch the highest divine authority of the Great Desolate Lord.

However, this was enough.

It was just ordering a meal; what need was there for such great power?

After sensing the demon nodes, Mo Hua began to look for "Yu'er."

Yu'er was easy to find.

In the Great Desolate Lord's divine authority system, Yu'er's status was very special, and the dream node she occupied was even brighter.

Compared to other nodes, her aura was also purer, without the evil, bloody stench, but instead possessed a pure, childlike aura.

Mo Hua found Yu'er almost at a glance.

But looking at Yu'er's node, he suddenly frowned.

"It seems... a bit dimmer than before, the pure aura has faded, and the eerie aura has become thicker instead..."

Why?

Yu'er had clearly been by his side, happy every day, running around like a little sparrow; how could her aura be worse than before?

Was it an illusion?

Or was it that... since he had killed fewer demons these days, Yu'er's dream had been suppressed again?

Mo Hua sighed, "No choice, for Yu'er's sake, I'll reluctantly 'eat' a bit more this time..."

Afterward, he braced his spirits and officially began to order.

He had experience this time.

Which demons were strong, which were weak;

Which demons were "fat," which were "thin";

Which demons looked strong but were vulnerable, dying with a single punch;

Which demons looked weak but acted strangely, making them troublesome to kill...

And what demons had too much evil Qi, looking very fat, but after killing them and refining the evil thoughts, there wasn't much pure mental energy left.

And what demons looked very thin, but their demonic nature was concentrated in their heads; if you pinched off their heads and refined the remaining evil thoughts a little, the residual mental energy was unexpectedly quite a lot...

These were all experiences he had summarized after a long time of "hunting," "refining," and "tasting" divine sense demons.

It was just a pity that he had no like-minded "Daoist friends" in "demon appreciation," and having so many insights with no one to share them with was truly a bit regrettable.

Mo Hua shook his head and continued to order his meal.

Compared to before, his appetite had grown quite a bit this time.

His nineteen-tattoo divine sense was already approaching the peak of Foundation Establishment, and for most second-grade demons, even without considering the qualitative change of Daoist transformation, just in terms of the quantity of divine sense, it already showed a trend of "crushing."

This meant that most second-grade demons could no longer satisfy his "appetite."

And going from nineteen tattoos higher required a massive amount of divine sense; calculating this way, if he wanted to "eat" his divine sense to twenty tattoos, he didn't know how many demons and ghosts he would have to swallow.

Therefore, he had to cherish every opportunity to "order."

"Cattle-horse demons, give me a thousand first..."

"Wolf-headed demons, give me five hundred."

"Pig-headed demons, give me a hundred... not enough? Then fifty will do for now."

"Sheep-horned ministers, a bit few, give me seven..."

"This node, they all look good, give me one of everything..."

On the altar, Mo Hua was like a mouse that had fallen into a rice granary, ordering his meal with great delight.

But as he was ordering, he suddenly froze, feeling that something was wrong; it seemed someone was secretly watching him from behind.

Mo Hua slowly turned his head, his pupils constricting.

Behind him, there was indeed a "thing."

It was an infant, covered in black blood, as if it had just hatched from an embryo, blood mixed with amniotic fluid, filthy and bloody.

Its pupils were pitch black, it had two sheep horns on its head, and it exuded a hidden, ancient, and powerful aura.

Now, it was silently watching Mo Hua with empty and indifferent eyes.

The two stared at each other.

A golden young god looked at a newly hatched black-blooded infant.

The surroundings fell into a deathly silence.

Mo Hua's heart gradually felt a hint of unease.

"Damn it, it seems... I've run into a big one..."

In the next instant, the black-blooded existence, looking like an "Evil Infant," spoke in a voice as vague as an infant's, carrying a hint of ignorant babble, yet also containing cruel emotions.

Mo Hua frowned slightly, unable to understand what it was saying.

The pitch-black sheep-horned Evil Infant watched Mo Hua silently, its pupils cold, carrying a hint of confusion.

It seemed to have been born not long ago, trying its best to recall something; a moment later, a hint of realization appeared in its empty eyes, and it looked at Mo Hua, saying in half-familiar words:

"You are... left for me... to 'eat'..."

Mo Hua's expression changed, a warning sign rising in his heart, and he immediately flashed away.

The moment he flashed away, a pitch-black demonic claw descended, grabbing the spot where he had been, and demonic Qi raged, as if vengeful spirits were tearing and biting.

If he had been caught by this demonic claw, his spirit and soul would definitely have been damaged.

Mo Hua's expression also turned cold, and he backhanded a finger, a fireball whistling out, heading straight for the sheep-horned Evil Infant.

The Evil Infant only lightly raised its hand and blocked the fireball.

A look of anger appeared on its young but deformed face.

"Eat..."

The next moment, it slowly stood up, evil thoughts surging all over its body, turning into a black mist, and headed straight for Mo Hua.

"Born not long ago, and you want to eat me?"

Mo Hua's expression was ugly, and he didn't hold back, golden light surging all over his body, colliding with the dark, sinking evil Qi.

For a time, around the altar, two powerful divine senses collided, sending tremors to the surroundings; tables and chairs overturned, offerings shattered, and the sacrificial statues developed cracks.

At the center of the tremors, Mo Hua, covered in golden light, and the Evil Infant, covered in black blood, fought together.

Fist against fist, foot against foot.

This was the most simple, yet most essential clash of divine sense.

Every round of killing, the altar surroundings shook once.

The Evil Infant fought more and more violently, Mo Hua fought more and more fiercely.

Fists and feet intersected, golden light and black light intertwined, but for a time, the two divine sense incarnations were evenly matched, neither able to win against the other.

The Evil Infant's expression grew increasingly grim.

Mo Hua grew increasingly shocked.

He actually couldn't win...

Ever since he walked the path of divine sense Daoist proof, and swallowed the divine marrow, his Daoist transformation had been small-scale, and in divine sense clashes, facing these demons and evil spirits, he had always been invincible, solving one with a single punch.

There was no demon he couldn't solve with one punch.

If there was, then two punches.

But in this short time, he had already fought nearly a hundred rounds with this little black sheep cub, and still hadn't been able to take it down.

Not only that, Mo Hua didn't even feel he had the upper hand.

Even more terrifying was that, comparing the two, Mo Hua vaguely felt that this sheep-horned "Evil Infant" might be stronger than him at the level of spirit and soul.

Its weakness lay in the technique of divine sense.

It seemed to have hatched not long ago, its "memory" hadn't recovered, so it only retained the instinct for killing, but its killing moves were very unfamiliar, and it fundamentally had no supernatural powers.

And while fighting Mo Hua, it was gradually learning, gradually adapting, gradually mastering, and gradually recovering.

Its gaze had a few more hints of cunning.

Its killing moves were smoother.

The "memory" carved into its spirit and soul was also gradually awakening.

Even, taking advantage of the clash of fists and feet, while fighting, it began to find time to use other moves: swallowing clouds and spitting evil mist, conjuring blood hands out of thin air, vengeful spirit chains, soul-startling stabs, sheep-bone long halberds, summoning demonic armies...

These moves were varied, filled with evil Qi, and sinister and ruthless.

Mo Hua suddenly felt the pressure increase greatly, but he could only deal with each move as it came, activating divine sense power, manifesting fireballs, water blades, quicksand, wood prisons, earth burials, and other myriad spells, interspersed with various Five Elements and Eight Trigrams formations.

On the divine sense altar, black clouds covered the sky, evil mist surged, five-colored spells flowed, and streaks of formation patterns bombarded.

This was a true battle of gods.

With Mr. Wu's strength, even if he hadn't died before, at this moment, even if he were only affected by the aftermath, he would likely have died dozens or hundreds of times.

After fighting for hundreds more rounds, the sheep-horned Evil Infant, as if by divine intervention, suddenly realized something, summoned a giant sheep-horned demonic statue behind it, and slapped Mo Hua with a giant palm.

Mo Hua never expected the Evil Infant to pull this move; caught off guard, he could only set up an Iron Wall formation to protect himself, then activate golden light to cover his body, and forcibly take the demonic statue's blow.

The giant palm descended, covering the sky and the sun.

Then a booming sound rang out.

The Iron Wall formation's light flowed, supporting him for a while before shattering; the giant palm crashed down, slapping Mo Hua.

Under the collision, evil mist surged like a tide, and golden light cracked.

Under the collision, the overflowing divine sense was like river waves.

When everything dissipated, Mo Hua still stood in the arena, his divine sense unmoved, only his face slightly pale.

The Evil Infant did not make another move.

After the battle with Mo Hua, its instincts were stimulated, and its innate memories seemed to have recovered quite a bit, its gaze becoming more agile.

Looking at Mo Hua now, its originally empty eyes held a few more hints of contemplation and confusion:

"Your strength is very strong... like a god, but you are not yet one."

"You have humanity, but you are not entirely human."

"You have no supernatural powers, but you can use formations..."

"Strange... in my memory inheritance, it seems... there is no such weird existence as you..."

Its voice was intermittent, clearly young, but very gloomy, carrying a tearing tone.

Finally, it looked at Mo Hua and said solemnly:

"Submit to me, and I can forgive your sin of blasphemy."

"Submit to me, and work yourself to the bone for me."

"Once I fully awaken, I can bestow upon you supreme divine power, grant you a revered status, and endow you with incomparable authority..."

Mo Hua's eyelids twitched.

Fully awaken...

Was this Evil Infant a "true body" of the Great Desolate Evil God?

Or was it a true "Divine Fetus" of the Great Desolate Lord?!

"This is bad..."

Mo Hua's spirit and soul felt a dull ache.

He had used his "Startling God Sword" too many times, first killing Shui Shui Yanluo, then intimidating Xiao Xiao Zhenhai; the accumulated injuries had erupted.

At this moment, he had fought a head-on duel with this "Divine Fetus" little black sheep cub, fought for so many rounds, and in his haste, had forcibly taken a big slap from the sheep-horned demonic statue; no matter how strong his divine sense was, he was now struggling to hold on.

Even more dangerous was that if this little black sheep cub was truly a "Divine Fetus"...

Then it meant it was born with the innate memories of the Great Desolate Evil God.

He had only lived for twenty years, while the Great Desolate Evil God had lived for who knows how many tens of thousands of years; its knowledge, power, schemes, methods, and supernatural powers in the divine path were fundamentally incomparable to his own.

And Mo Hua had realized this just now.

This little black sheep cub, in the process of fighting him, was gradually learning its innate "inheritance" as its memories awakened, not only growing stronger in divine sense, but also increasing its methods.

It even occasionally used supernatural methods it didn't know where it got from, almost by instinct.

And he had become the "whetstone" for this sheep-horned Evil Infant, this Evil God "Divine Fetus," to grow step by step.

Mo Hua's expression was ugly.

He had always been the one grinding others.

He didn't expect that someone would come to grind him now.

Using him as a "whetstone," they weren't afraid of breaking the blade.

Mo Hua sneered in his heart.

But he also knew he had to find a way to end this quickly and solve this Divine Fetus sheep cub.

Otherwise, once it fully awakened and mastered its own inheritance, with his current strength, he definitely wouldn't be its match.

Mo Hua looked at the sheep-horned Evil Infant before him and asked:

"Are you a 'Divine Fetus'?"

The sheep-horned Evil Infant said sternly: "You should respectfully call me 'Lord'; submit to me, and you can live as long as heaven and earth, and survive ten thousand tribulations without decay..."

Mo Hua felt disdain in his heart.

His brain would have to be broken to believe the big pie drawn by the Evil God.

"Submitting to you is fine, but you have to agree to one condition," Mo Hua said.

The Evil Infant's expression was displeased.

Clearly, it did not like to bargain.

For so many years, almost no one had dared to bargain with this Evil God.

Power, fame, disaster, misfortune—all such things, if bestowed, were the grace of the gods; mortals had no right to refuse.

But the person before it was no mortal.

And its own divine body was not yet awakened, and its great plan was not yet complete.

This powerful half-divine body, still in its infancy, once submitted, would be the sharpest divine sword it had.

"What condition?" the Evil Infant said in a low voice.

Mo Hua said: "I have a big appetite and eat a lot."

The Evil Infant recalled, then said indifferently, "No matter, I have myriad demons under my command, all for you to swallow."

Mo Hua shook his head, "My appetite is big now, I don't look at them. If you want me to submit to you, you must cut off some divine marrow every day to feed me until I'm full."

As soon as these words were spoken, the Evil Infant was enraged, and the surroundings became instantly extremely oppressive.

Cut off divine marrow?

What great audacity!

This person was wolf-hearted and dog-lunged, arrogant to the extreme, and fundamentally not worth "taming."

The Evil Infant's ugly palm stretched out, wanting to summon that demonic statue again to suppress Mo Hua and refine him to death bit by bit.

Who knew Mo Hua would raise his hand first and say silently:

"Kill!"

Before the words fell, the killing formation rose abruptly.

Taking advantage of the time spent chatting, Mo Hua had long since accumulated divine sense and made preparations; taking advantage of the Evil Infant's anger and carelessness, he suddenly launched an attack, manifesting the Lishan Fire Burial Compound Formation that combined trapping and killing.

Mountain stones rose, turning into a cage.

Separation fire burned the mountains, flames like the sea.

The Evil Infant was strong and could not be fought for long; in order to kill the enemy in one blow, Mo Hua did not hold back at all.

The compound formation manifested by the vast divine sense burned the entire altar realm to nothing, the fire raging, slaughtering everything.

And when the fire stopped, the Evil Infant's figure slowly emerged.

Its body was covered in charred spots, black blood and black ash intertwined, and scars covered its body.

Its body had been burned extremely ugly by the powerful formation power, and its gaze was also extremely angry.

This was great disrespect, a great humiliation!

It must cast its spirit and soul into the three thousand great prisons, to be burned by karmic fire, swallowed by demons, and taste endless pain for all eternity!

"Your formation is indeed not weak, but you thought this could kill me?"

The Evil Infant's voice became fierce due to anger.

"Of course not..."

Mo Hua's crisp voice rang out.

The Evil Infant froze, suddenly turning its head, only to see that Mo Hua had appeared behind it at some point, his eyes flashing with astonishingly brilliant golden light.

"This is..."

The Evil Infant felt a chill in its heart.

"Startling God Sword!"

Mo Hua said in a low voice.

And then, intense golden sword Qi surged around his body, intertwining behind him to condense an entire massive sword prison.

The sword prison was strict, the sword Qi sharp.

In the moment the Evil Infant was stunned, it discovered it had already been trapped in the sword prison, and hundreds, thousands of sword lights, filled with majesty, were slicing its divine body bit by bit.

Fear permeated its heart.

It wanted to struggle, but couldn't summon the courage, as if it were guilty of heinous crimes and deserved to be slaughtered.

Taking advantage of the Evil Infant being intimidated by the Startling God Sword, its spirit and soul in chaos, Mo Hua condensed his right hand, manifesting an ancient-looking golden short sword with the "Sword Transformation Style."

He held the short sword, walked up to the Evil Infant, grabbed the neck of this "Divine Fetus" of the Great Desolate Lord that had just hatched, and with a flash of golden light, pierced its head with one sword.