Chapter 145: The Endgame: The Mo God Captured

The pleasures between man and woman are truly incomparable.

The joy of yin-yang union can only be understood by those who have experienced it firsthand, especially since the dual-cultivation method, in a certain sense, further enhances this pleasure—it is truly one of life’s greatest delights.

Yet the exchange between soul and soul is even deeper, purer.

More than ten times the pleasure of the flesh!

In this process, their souls merge deeply, indistinguishable, accomplishing things the body alone cannot—entwining, blending, spiraling…

The yin-yang union of souls is also dual-cultivation, and a far deeper form, bringing benefits beyond imagination.

Especially in this dual-cultivation, it was Jiali who was the stronger one—her soul was vastly greater and more powerful than Louis’s, merely because she had not yet undergone transformation, so she had not formed a soul-evolved entity like Louis’s Yin Spirit.

Added to that, she was inexperienced, unfamiliar with the dual-cultivation method, and placed complete trust in Louis.

Under these circumstances, Louis gained a tremendous advantage.

His soul was rapidly nourished, his realm stabilized, and the visualization of the Divine Lord in his mind rapidly solidified—by about one-tenth.

Do not underestimate this one-tenth; barring unforeseen circumstances, given Louis’s talent, it would take three years of arduous cultivation to achieve this much without external aid.

The entanglement of souls transmits information swiftly, and everything ends quickly.

When Louis’s Yin Spirit returned, only a dozen seconds had passed.

Louis opened his eyes; the momentary confusion vanished, and he swiftly regained his composure, moving to support Jiali, who had fallen from the sky to the ground.

“Jiali? Jiali!”

After shaking her twice, Jiali opened her eyes, saw Louis at once, and her face flushed crimson—her delicate earlobes reddened with blood, her eyes brimming with shyness, looking utterly adorable.

But this was brief; Jiali quickly remembered what she had done. Though her consciousness had been hazy, clouded by illusions, now that the illusions had lifted, the truth had reemerged, the veil of mist torn away.

Jiali’s face turned instantly pale.

“Louis, you—you’re alright? I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to—I didn’t want to hurt you, I swear, you have to believe me, I truly never meant to hurt you…”

Watching Jiali scramble to explain, Louis felt a quiet relief—he now recognized the Jiali he knew, not the wild, godlike creature she had been moments before.

“Enough. I’m unharmed. We’ll discuss what happened to you later. Right now, clean up this mess.”

Louis spoke, took a deep breath, and looked around.

As a battlefield, this street was ruined.

All the fire hydrants had burst; rain still fell from the sky. The exploding fireballs had ignited patches of grass, doused now by water, yet smoldering quietly in dark corners.

And the first floor of the apartment building—the flames that had blocked the Mo God had shown no mercy; it still burned, thick black smoke rolling upward.

Water from above, fire below.

Water and fire intertwined here.

But that wasn’t all—the truly severe damage was this stretch of street, over a hundred meters long, ripped up from the ground!

All the wiring had been torn out; small puddles faintly glowed with electricity; steel rebar, violently snapped, twisted and grotesque.

It looked like a Syrian battlefield!

No point keeping this secret anymore—let’s get out of here.

Anyone with half a brain knows the U.S. government will launch a massive response.

So…

Louis immediately found the driver and others hiding behind a building. At the sight of Jiali’s friend, Madison instinctively trembled, her eyes filled with terror.

That near-death sensation—Madison would never forget it.

Jiali opened her mouth, her gaze hollow. What could she say?

Let it be. Madison’s resentment toward her was justified.

But where was Su?

Louis looked around—no sign of Su.

“Louis, where’s Su?”

Louis frowned. Su? He didn’t know who that was.

At that moment, Maria, having regained her primary consciousness, said, “Ailan placed her in a corner of Jiali’s home. She’s probably still there.”

Jiali’s face paled with urgency—she moved to rush and rescue her.

Everything that happened was her fault. If Su died because of her, she didn’t know how she could go on.

Louis stopped her, sternly: “Leave. Now. I’ll handle this.”

“But—”

Louis’s eyes flashed with sharp light; the suppressed Yin Spirit released a wave of spiritual pressure, overwhelming and heavy.

Jiali fell silent, then nodded.

Louis turned to the driver: “Go to the base. Watch over them. Don’t let them turn on each other.”

As Louis spoke the latter half, his gaze locked on Madison—after all, Madison had nearly died at Jiali’s hands; alone together, something was bound to happen.

Yet strangely, facing Louis’s stare, Madison merely bit her lip and nodded, whispering, “Understood.”

“Good. Go now.”

“Understood, Young Master. I’ve already contacted our brothers nearby.”

Louis nodded. Look—he knew these people around him were witches, perverts, lunatics—but when it came to reliability, only the family’s elite could be trusted!

Watching them leave, Louis wondered if it was his imagination—but he thought he already heard distant sirens.

This incident had blown wide open. Now he had to manage the fallout. Before that, he had to clean up here—leave no more evidence.

Louis swiftly approached the dying Mo God, glanced at it, then walked toward the apartment. All flames along the way, like dragons returning to the sea, flowed into his body.

But when Louis looked toward the farthest corner of the first floor, he noticed the deaf old woman, who had been loudly watching TV, had vanished.

He froze, then moved faster, rushing upstairs—but before reaching the top, he saw Gu Yi descending, one arm carrying Su, the other gripping a withered, desiccated Amber.

“Well done. Go guard the Mo God.”

Saying this, he darted into the inner room.

Only Gu Yi remained, tilting his head slightly.

Inside the inner room, every trace remained vivid. Louis’s mind raced.

He simply used the bloodstains on the floor to draw a pattern—naturally, the ubiquitous evil symbol: the pentagram!

The water here must be stirred as murky as possible!

At that moment, Louis saw the woman in the corner, lifted her hair from her face—and recognized Margaret.

Indeed, she had been targeted long ago.

She still seemed trapped in illusion, frowning as if dreaming of something troubling.

Leave her for now. Louis swiftly found the stone box—he had noticed it upon entering, connected to the Mo God’s body. If he wasn’t mistaken, this was the container holding the creature.

To modern eyes, the stone box was crudely made, but the carvings and inscriptions upon it lent it an air of mystery and depth.

He picked up the stone box, slung Margaret over his shoulder, and sprinted downstairs—while running, he set fire to everything along the way.

The entire apartment building began to burn.

When he reached the ground floor, Gu Yi faithfully guarded the Mo God—though whether guarding was even necessary was debatable; the Mo God’s body no longer bled, but its fingers twitched slightly, the rest motionless.

Its eyes remained tightly shut, as if in deep slumber.

Louis tossed Margaret to Gu Yi.

He opened the stone box—its interior was pitch-black, as deep as a black hole. As it touched the Mo God, the creature’s body slowly drew inward.

Louis’s gaze flashed like lightning, scanning the ground and surroundings, gathering scattered fragments of the Mo God’s limbs.

“Go.”

Gu Yi, carrying two people, followed Louis in swift retreat.

Less than two minutes after Louis departed…

Sirens approached from afar.

Six or seven police cars arrived, all fully armed; officers sprang out and moved instantly.

Seeing the devastation before him, the chief felt the situation was dire: “Did I accidentally enter Syria?”

“Is this even my job?”

“Should I call the National Guard?”

Three questions followed in quick succession. The chief rapidly reported upward and dispatched teams for rescue and evidence collection.

But the burst fire hydrants had flooded the area, turning the sky into rain and washing away many traces; puddles and live wires made inspection extremely difficult.

With no choice, the chief turned his primary focus to the burning apartment nearby.

“Where’s the fire department! Get them here now!”

When firefighters arrived and saw the scene, they too fell into stunned silence.

Fire hydrants? Water? Falling from the sky?

So you want me to use these two trucks’ worth of water to put out this entire building?

…

Meanwhile, because the driver had already reported to the family, a car waited nearby for Louis.

He got in.

He floored the accelerator; the vehicle roared with explosive power and shot forward.

Louis lay back in his seat, thinking.

He had done little—fire, water, and electricity had already destroyed the scene. All he could do was collect the Mo God’s remains and steer suspicion toward occult worship.

After all, occult cults were rampant here, and Jiali had risen into the sky—though her face was unseen, her human form was clear. Under these circumstances, blaming occult worship made perfect sense.

The only flaw was the apartment’s resident records—Jiali’s family could be easily traced.

The deaf old woman on the first floor who vanished without reason is also suspicious.

How could a normal elderly person disappear under such circumstances?

(End of Chapter)