Chapter 709: Myriad Evils
Storm clouds loomed over the Great Void Sect; the villagers of the little fishing village faithfully offered incense; a small silver fish secretly fed on divine offerings.
All this, Mo Hua was entirely unaware of.
The River God affair had concluded, allowing him some temporary peace.
He spent his days happily cultivating, attending classes, and drawing array diagrams—eagerly awaiting his "takeout delivery."
And six days later, the "takeout" he had ordered using stolen authority from the evil god… was finally about to arrive.
This wasn't just a delivery—it was a whole wave of malicious entities, and it would be "delivered" right into Yu'er's dream at midnight tonight.
Mo Hua had chosen the time very carefully.
Safe, discreet, inconspicuous—and with the Dao Stele backing him up, his confidence was sky-high.
But before that, he had preparations to make.
Preparations for Yu'er.
Because this time… he'd ordered a lot of evil spirits.
Mo Hua himself wasn't concerned—he'd already killed the River God and Evil God, even beheaded them with lightning, "devouring" them alive.
These lower-tier monsters didn't even register as a threat.
But Yu'er was different. Just a child, with no offensive or defensive spirit sense techniques to protect himself.
If something slipped through and hurt him—even if Mo Hua only got mildly injured—it would weigh heavily on his conscience.
So everything needed to be airtight.
He even drew several Divine Path Arrays to suppress evil spirits and protect Yu'er.
As dusk fell and midnight approached, Mo Hua entered Yu'er's room and set up the arrays around his bed, encircling him completely.
Yu'er looked up with big sparkling eyes, curious, and pointed at the array.
"Brother Mo, what's this?"
Mo Hua gently patted his head.
"It keeps away evil things. You won't have nightmares."
Yu'er beamed sweetly.
"Thank you, brother!"
Mo Hua couldn't help smiling too, speaking softly:
"Sleep early. You still have cultivation class tomorrow."
"Mhm!" Yu'er nodded eagerly, his little head bobbing.
After settling Yu'er, Mo Hua went to find Uncle Wenren and spoke in a hushed tone:
"Uncle Wenren, there might be danger tonight…"
Wenren Wei's expression turned serious.
Mo Hua looked grave.
"I've had a strange feeling all day… like some external evil is going to break in. Once midnight hits, Yu'er may start having nightmares again."
Though Wenren Wei didn't cultivate spirit sense and couldn't perceive the demonic forms, he'd spent enough time with Mo Hua to have felt the eerie aura in the room during previous nights. He knew there were things happening that ordinary people couldn't grasp.
The world of cultivation was vast and filled with mysteries.
Even as a Golden Core cultivator, Wenren Wei didn't dare claim mastery over every path.
There were always taboo domains few dared to tread.
And those who could enter such realms, regardless of background, were no doubt extraordinary individuals.
To Wenren Wei, young Master Mo might be young and not yet powerful—but he was certainly one of those "capable and strange experts…"
His brows furrowed.
"But… Young Master Yu'er hasn't had nightmares for a while now. Why would an evil spirit suddenly return tonight?"
Because I summoned them...
But Mo Hua couldn't bring himself to say it.
He blinked, sighed, and replied:
"Evil things are, well… evil. Full of tricks and unpredictability. Who can really say?"
Wenren Wei nodded at that. It sounded right. But he still looked worried and asked:
"Then, Young Master Mo…"
Mo Hua immediately thumped his chest and declared:
"Don't worry! I've got it all covered!"
Any evil spirit that dared show up tonight was marching straight into a tiger's den—not a single one would escape.
Then he added,
"But I should go over some… contingency plans with you."
He explained some taboo scenarios and emergency responses to Wenren Wei—what to do if Mo Hua's aura grew too evil, if he went mad, became catatonic, or was backlashed by the evil spirits.
Wenren Wei had never heard such things before.
Even though he didn't fully understand, he could tell this was a profound and complex inheritance, and his respect for Mo Hua deepened even more…
Later that night, Yu'er fell asleep as usual.
He was young, innocent, and unaware of any danger. All he knew was that being near Mo Hua made him feel safe.
So he soon drifted off peacefully.
Mo Hua sat beside him in meditation.
Outside the room, Wenren Wei stood watch, fully alert for any change.
Time passed slowly.
Eventually—midnight struck.
In an instant, a heavy chill flooded the room. A sinister pressure descended like a lead weight on the heart.
Wenren Wei's expression changed. He scanned the area, but saw nothing.
Still, he could feel it—something was creeping around the room, gathering, unseen and unknown.
Like invisible hands, clawing their way from the void...
And this time, it was far worse than before.
It felt like the nightmare invaders were more numerous—and more powerful—than ever.
Wenren Wei inhaled sharply.
He wanted to rush inside, but he remembered Mo Hua's warning: "Unless something goes very wrong, do NOT enter—or you might get tainted by the evil."
So he stayed put, like a mountain, rooted firmly.
But anxiety gnawed at his gut.
Inside, Mo Hua opened his eyes from meditation.
His gaze was deep, his pupils black and white—an inner universe swirling behind them.
The black of trickery, the white of deduction, and the gold of divinity blended together.
Before such a gaze, no evil could hide.
Heavenly Secret patterns emerged—half filth, half blood—a weave of black and red resembling chains of sin, unfolding from the void.
At first glance, they looked like shackles.
But upon closer inspection… they were the twisted branches of a tree laced with evil law.
The Tree of Divine Authority.
This time, the causal patterns were even clearer and more real—clearly linked to divine authority of a higher grade than before.
And the summoned demons?
Even stronger.
This tree of divine karma—beyond ordinary comprehension—spread its roots and branches throughout the room.
On its boughs, black fluid began to gather.
It bore no flowers—only fruits: dark, liquid sacs like amniotic slime of sin, throbbing like hearts.
Then they burst.
From within hatched grotesque demons—some with human hands, ox hooves, and horse faces—hideous beyond description.
More and more of them "grew" on the tree.
They twisted, hanging upside-down from the ceiling, saliva dripping, eyes glowing red—staring straight at Yu'er.
Yu'er stirred slightly, frowning in his sleep, murmuring uneasily.
Mo Hua moved a strand of his spirit sense.
A faint, soft glow emerged and surrounded Yu'er, shielding him from the oppressive aura and freezing demonic presence.
The dream path was sealed off by the Divine Array.
The demons were blocked.
They screamed in fury, their eyes turning vicious, their rage explosive—and then they all turned their murderous glares toward Mo Hua.
The Tree of Evil Authority descended.
Countless crimson eyes locked onto him.
Mo Hua remained calm, a faint smirk curling at his lips.
"Come on then, beasts… eat me if you dare."
The divine tree trembled, the demons roared—and then surged forth like smoke made of blood and shadow, claws bared, fangs snapping—
All flooding straight into Mo Hua's sea of consciousness.
...
At the same time...
In the territory of Qianxue Prefecture, within a vast and majestic sect whose grand halls were scattered like stars—resembling the fabled White Jade Capital of the heavens…
A certain Mr. Tu, draped in human skin, looking every bit the refined and scholarly gentleman, was meditating peacefully—until he suddenly jolted awake.
His face was aghast.
"Who… used the Divine Lord's authority?!"
"This… how is this possible?!"
His eyes were filled with utter disbelief.
...
Elsewhere, in the forbidden grounds at the rear mountains of the Great Void Sect...
At the exact moment countless evil spirits manifested, an elder with a long beard—sealed within a sword tomb and surrounded by layer upon layer of formation arrays—suddenly opened his eyes.
A chilling glint flashed in his gaze.
"Demonic fiends…"
No—his eyes widened in sudden fury, his voice filled with cold rage.
"An Evil… God?!"
He sensed it—the power of an evil god…
Even clearer than before. Stronger. More sinister. And more primal.
A Divine Authority Tree—closer to the true origin of the evil gods—had descended within the Great Void Sect!
Last time when evil spirits attacked, he had drawn his sword once and cut out a "Dao Wretch," suffering a hidden loss in the process. Since then, he had stayed vigilant.
And though the following days were relatively calm, with only minor wraiths and ghouls showing up, he chose to observe silently without taking action.
He never expected that today, within the sect itself, he would once again sense the terrifying presence of the Evil God's Authority Tree!
This was no mere intrusion.
It was an open invasion—the Evil God brazenly summoning demons within the Great Void Sect.
"Unthinkable!"
"In the once-upright and righteous Qianxue Prefecture, how could the world have fallen to such a state?!"
"My Great Void Sect! The technique of manifesting sword intent through divine sense has only been sealed for a few hundred years… And already there are evil gods, daring to rear their heads so openly—violating our sacred mountain gate?!"
Killing intent surged in the elder's eyes.
Sword intent radiated in waves—the countless swords within the tomb began to tremble faintly, resonating with heaven-piercing sword qi.
"Even if it costs me my lifespan… even if my foundation is unstable…
Tonight, I will cut down that foul Tree of Sinful Authority—!"
But just as his sword intent surged halfway—he stopped.
A strange look flashed across his face.
Because… the evil aura had vanished.
In just a few short moments—it was completely gone, as if it had never existed at all.
He slowly lowered the broken sword in his hand, but before he could set it down completely—
the Divine Authority Tree reappeared, and with it, the demonic aura surged again.
The elder was just about to unleash his rage—when again, all the evil aura vanished instantly.
It felt as though… something hidden deep within the Great Void Sect had opened a massive abyssal maw and swallowed up all the evil spirits.
The long-bearded elder sat in silence for a long while.
A flicker of shock, confusion, and disbelief passed through his sharp gaze.
"Just what… have we raised within our Great Void Sect…"
Meanwhile, within his sea of consciousness—
Mo Hua opened his little mouth wide, inhaling all the demonic spirits he had just slain and refined into white smoke.
He smacked his lips, clearly unsatisfied.
That had been the second wave.
The demons were fairly average, but as appetizers? Not bad at all.
After devouring two rounds, he could clearly feel his spirit sense approaching the seventeenth pattern realm.
"Just a little more!"
His eyes lit up in delight.
Soon after—another wave arrived.
In his sea of consciousness, demonic energy gathered, black waters churned, and from the corruption emerged two demons with ram horns and pitch-black bodies.
Ram-Horn Enforcers.
These were higher-tier demons under the Evil God's command.
And they acted like it—strutting out and sneering arrogantly the moment they appeared.
But before they could say anything, Mo Hua grabbed one by the horns and slammed it to the ground—flash of golden light, sword drawn, heads off.
The two demons died without even realizing how.
After beheading them, Mo Hua used his divine sense to slash at the ram bones repeatedly. Only after splitting the tough bone did he extract the faint golden divine marrow inside.
He gave it a quick purification with tribulation lightning—and slurped it all up.
Just like that—two rams, served rare.
Unfortunately, the Ram-Horn Enforcers were getting a bit… low tier now. Not much divine marrow inside. Mo Hua clicked his tongue in disappointment—it ended before he could even savor the taste.
And there wasn't much malice energy either.
So he could only wait for the next "dish."
Not long after—foul energy thickened.
A massive, bloated, grotesque boar-headed demon emerged, tusks bared.
The Pig-Head Demon let out a ferocious roar the moment it appeared.
But before it could finish—Mo Hua leapt into the air, clenched both fists, and smashed them down.
With divine might behind it, his punch cracked the demon's skull open.
The savage roar turned into a scream of terror.
Mo Hua didn't stop—bam bam bam—he pummeled the oversized Pig-Head Demon until it was bent out of shape, smashed to pieces, and finally reduced to a puddle of foul black blood.
He activated the Blazing Fire Array, incinerated the blood, extracted the purified divine essence, and devoured it whole.
Time was tight—no time for refining yet.
Just then, a wave of pink mist rolled in, carrying seductive tones and a sweet fragrance.
Mo Hua froze.
Inside his sea of consciousness—dozens of stunning, graceful women appeared out of nowhere.
Each of them wore only sheer veils—soft curves, slim waists, eyes like spring water—gazing at him with endless affection and flirtation.
Some even shed their robes completely, and in an instant—spring bloomed in full view.
Mo Hua's cheeks flushed a little red.
But in the very next instant, the image of his cool and ethereal senior sister—those limpid eyes, carrying a blend of feigned annoyance and gentle reproach like rippling water—flashed through his mind.
Mo Hua instantly snapped back to his senses.
A gleam of gold flashed in his eyes as he scanned the surroundings and pierced through the illusion. His expression turned cold.
"Powdered bones in silk, rotting flesh in rouge—vixen beasts, all trying to disturb my Dao heart!"
With a cold snort, Mo Hua made a grasping motion.
The majestic Lishan Cremation Array erupted from the ground. In an instant, the mountains turned into prisons and a sea of fire surged violently.
The alluring beauties let out sharp screams as the flames devoured them.
Their seductive charms vanished, expressions twisted in agony. One by one, they tore off their beautiful facades, revealing their grotesque true forms—
Some were skeletons from tombs, eyes vacant.
Some were rotting flesh with maggots squirming beneath the skin.
Others were humanoid fox-faced abominations, fully descended into demonic beasts.
Mo Hua showed no mercy.
He launched a full-scale slaughter using the Lishan Fire Array, reducing all these demon spirits—who wore beauty like a mask but were monsters within—to ash. And afterward, he devoured them all.
The ghostly vixens were completely annihilated.
But then, the black smoke thickened. The aura of evil turned sharp and biting. The atmosphere grew stifling.
In the distance… the faint sound of warhorses neighing could be heard.
Mo Hua's heart tensed slightly—and from the mist, a towering, muscular demon emerged.
Clad in white bone armor, holding a blood-red halberd, with a pair of massive ram horns—this creature emanated sheer power.
Ram-Horn Warlord.
One of the few "main courses" on tonight's menu.
Even for an evil god, forging such a powerful demon must've taken tremendous effort.
Staring at this imposing warlord, exuding a fearsome majesty, Mo Hua's fighting spirit surged. He was itching for battle.
The warlord's crimson pupils locked onto Mo Hua.
Though Mo Hua's divine sense avatar looked small and unassuming, the warlord—hardened by countless battles—could feel a tremendous threat radiating from him.
The demon steed beneath it neighed loudly.
The Ram-Horn Warlord moved like a whirlwind—blood-red halberd slicing through the mist toward Mo Hua.
Mo Hua clenched his little fist, golden light surged, forming a small sword. Without hesitation, he charged forward.
Demonic aura clashed with golden brilliance.
Blade met halberd. Divine sense trembled.
The Ram-Horn Warlord, forged for battle, was immensely powerful… but unfortunately, it had run into Mo Hua.
A demon, no matter how strong, was still just a demon.
But Mo Hua… was practically a young god.
And not just any god—a god who specialized in array formations and had mastered Sword Manifestation through Divine Sense.
After just a dozen exchanges, the fearsome Ram-Horn Warlord was struck down by Mo Hua—cleaved from its demon steed with a single sword.
"What a worthy opponent!"
"That was an exhilarating battle!"
Mo Hua, not even winded, wiped the nonexistent sweat from his brow out of courtesy—then, with practiced ease, chopped off the warlord's head.
Another ram head.
And a big one at that.
Mo Hua used his golden sword to chisel at it for a while before opening a small hole, cleansing the toxins, and extracting the divine marrow—then gulped it all down along with the immense demonic will.
This time, he'd eaten a bit too much—he was already starting to feel bloated.
His divine sense was stirring, the bottleneck beginning to loosen.
But Mo Hua held back his breakthrough. He would wait until this "banquet" was fully served before digesting everything slowly—and making a steady, peaceful breakthrough.
More demons came afterward, pouring in with thick black mist.
Their forms were bizarre and grotesque. Their malice deep, their methods either strange, ruthless, venomous, or brutal…
But none of them were Mo Hua's match.
No matter how many evil spirits charged in—Mo Hua met them all with a sword slash and a big bite.
Kill first. Eat after.
Like a tiny, gluttonous Evil God Incarnate…
—
Outside his sea of consciousness, Wenren Wei stood, his face filled with shock and awe, emotions churning.
He could feel wave after wave of demonic entities pouring in like a tide—endlessly crashing against them.
Even as a Golden Core cultivator, the oppressive and increasingly sinister aura inside the room made his blood run cold.
These tides of evil all surged toward one place—the vulnerable and innocent Young Master Yu'er.
And standing between them—Was Mo Hua.
Just a small, seemingly fragile figure…
But like an immovable fortress, he stood alone against the overwhelming dark tide—shielding everything behind him.
"One man guards the pass, and ten thousand evils dare not enter."
Wenren Wei's gaze trembled. Even his fingers were quivering slightly.
(End of Chapter)