Chapter 1085: God Stick

Yinhua's heart trembled.

Composed of ancient, strange patterns, obtained from the endless barbaric abyss, improved by the Great Wilderness's great witch shaman, and later sealed by the Shentu Imperial Clan, this barbaric ancient formation diagram is engraved inside a white bone evil god statue with a human face and sheep horns...

This is what the Magic Sect's Second Elder, also a great wilderness witch shaman, told Yinhua before he died.

Now, his body is deep within the Blood Sacrifice Great Formation of the Wild Heaven, in the core of the flesh and blood labyrinth, above the altar where the evil god's true body descends.

And this altar is the evil god's forbidden ground, where mortals are forbidden to enter.

Even Mr. Tu himself probably wouldn't dare to step onto this altar, so as not to defile his divine master.

Therefore, the white bone evil god statue with the human face and sheep horns in front of him is very likely the one the Second Elder mentioned, the evil god statue that hides the ancient formation diagram of the Great Wilderness.

Time was urgent, there was no time to hesitate.

"If I don't seize this opportunity now, I probably won't have another chance in this lifetime..."

Yinhua took three steps in two, jumped onto the white bone evil god, released his divine sense, and carefully probed every inch of the evil god statue, inside and out.

Above the evil god statue remained the terrifying prestige and pressure of the Great Wilderness evil god.

But all of the evil god's "princes" had already been captured and suppressed by Yinhua. He naturally didn't care about the mere residual evil god prestige and pressure.

Yinhua thus treated this blood-stained, gloomy and fearsome white bone evil god statue like a "toy," pondering and researching it thoroughly. He didn't know how long he pondered, but finally, heaven didn't disappoint the determined. In the statue's head, he discovered a wisp of abnormal energy.

This wisp of energy was very faint, very deep, subtle and undetectable.

It seemed as if a high-level being had set up divine karma to conceal the related secret.

This almost "divine hidden" method was extremely clever.

If not for Yinhua being a "half-god," his divine thoughts having become Dao-ized and different from ordinary people, and having learned the Tianyan Jue, cultivated Tianji Yansuán, possessing keen divine sense, strong karmic intuition, and having known the related secret from the Second Elder's mouth beforehand.

Otherwise, he would absolutely not have been able to detect the shocking ancient secret hidden within the evil god statue's head.

And now, this secret was about to fall into his hands.

The core life formation diagram was also beckoning to him.

Yinhua's heart was excited. He couldn't wait to jump onto the evil god statue's head, his divine sense carefully sweeping over it. Indeed, from the back of the sheep-horned white bone head, he discovered several cracks. Inside the cracks was a dark, black opening that went straight through the statue's skull. The karma inside the skull was obscure, seemingly hiding something.

Ancient, ferocious energy floated in secret.

Yinhua's face was pressed against the evil god's skull. He reached his hand into the back of the evil god statue's head and groped inside, wanting to see what he could pull out.

Just at this moment, there was movement inside the great hall.

A lump of flesh and blood, gnawed beyond recognition by demon cultivators and magic cultivators, began to tremble, then slowly wriggle, absorbing the blood on the ground, re-condensing, and turning into a tall, thin, deathly white shape like a demon.

After the shape condensed, its breath was weak, its face as pale as paper, revealing evil and dead silence. Finally, its facial skin twisted, showing a human face.

This was Mr. Tu's face.

His blood ritual ceremony had been interrupted by Yinhua.

His soul lamp had been extinguished by Yinhua, his divine soul suffering backlash.

His flesh body had also been gnawed into a bloody blur by the mad magic cultivators manipulated by Yinhua using the Dao Heart Seed Demon.

In various ways, he had suffered heavy damage.

But even so, he still didn't die.

He had been feathered, and had already abandoned his human body, transforming into a demon, offering everything to the Great Wilderness's evil god. It was fundamentally impossible for him to die so simply.

It was precisely because both his flesh body and divine soul had suffered heavy damage that his divine sense was muddled.

But his life force was extremely strong. At this time, after resting, he finally recovered. His divine sense re-traced, and he temporarily reconstructed his flesh body.

Mr. Tu also finally re-opened his dead gray, demon-like eyes.

But the next instant, he was stunned, his heart filled with indescribable shock and anger.

All around were full of flesh and blood, and severed limbs.

Hundreds of magic cultivators, not one survived, all dead, their appearance miserable and terrifyingly ferocious, as if they had experienced tragic torture.

Inside the great hall, it was full of evil thoughts, fear, and despair.

For a moment, Mr. Tu almost thought that the place he was in was not the Blood Sacrifice Great Hall, but the purgatory of the Great Wilderness.

"What happened... in my absence?!"

"Why are all the magic cultivators dead?"

"How did they die? At whose hand?"

"And who blew out my soul lamp?"

"Who is ruining my great plan?"

Mr. Tu's eyes were wide open, his deep brown eyeballs protruding, his heart filled with anger and confusion.

After a moment, the anger slightly retreated, reason gradually restored, and Mr. Tu then suddenly detected that there were still people inside the great hall!

"Who?!"

Mr. Tu suddenly raised his head, his gaze like a sword, looking towards Yinhua on the altar. Then his pupils suddenly shrank, his heart filled with shock.

Yinhua?!

This boy isn't dead?!

The blood sacrifice short knife had sealed his flesh body.

The Great Wilderness holy object had suppressed his divine soul.

He himself had also arranged four Gold Core demon heads, giving them a death command: as long as the divine master awoke, they were to use the guillotine to chop off Yinhua's head and use his sea of consciousness and skull to graft onto his new demon body.

With so many layers of seals and strict guards, how could this Foundation Establishment cultivation boy not be dead?

How could he possibly not be dead?

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Mr. Tu's heart raised huge waves, so that after several breaths, he only gradually saw Yinhua's actions clearly and realized what Yinhua was doing.

A wave of anger surged in his heart. Mr. Tu's eyes instantly turned blood red, his brain buzzed, his chest almost suffocated.

This damn boy who deserves a thousand cuts...

What is he doing?!

He's actually riding on the divine master's head, and still reaching in to dig out the divine master's brain?!

This divine master statue is one of the most ancient divine statues of the Great Wilderness.

He himself ordinarily was respectful, knelt down and worshipped, not daring to have the slightest profane thought, not even daring to raise his head to look directly. But now, this divine master statue was being ridden under Yinhua's body, so humiliated.

Mr. Tu was so angry his eyes went dim. A mouthful of blood was blocked in his chest, almost spitting out. He almost wanted to rush up and dismember Yinhua into ten thousand pieces to vent the hatred in his heart.

But the remaining reason restrained his impulse.

This was the divine master's altar, the "forbidden ground" where the divine master was born. He fundamentally didn't dare to go up rashly, otherwise he would also profane the divine master.

Mr. Tu deeply sucked in a breath, trying to calm his heart, but his voice still couldn't help but be hoarse and tremble:

"You... come down..."

Yinhua blinked his eyes. Not only did he not come down, but he instead dug his arm deeper inside, touching a cool, moist, gloomy bone-like thing from inside the evil god statue's skull. His heart immediately jumped. He used his finger to dig it out and silently put it into his storage ring.

Mr. Tu's eyes were blood red, wishing to eat Yinhua.

"You come down..." he said again.

Yinhua lay on the evil god statue's head, not speaking, but his mind was constantly turning.

Mr. Tu was feathered and too strong. He fundamentally couldn't defeat him.

The demon heads inside the great hall had all been played to death by him using the Dao Heart Seed Demon. Without these puppets and "toys," he also had no way to restrain Mr. Tu.

And the altar he was on seemed to be Mr. Tu's "forbidden ground." He didn't dare to easily enter, so this most dangerous evil god altar was, for him, the safest place.

Otherwise, once he left the altar, the furious Mr. Tu, full of fear and hatred, would immediately chop him into pieces.

At this time, Yinhua fundamentally had no good way to escape from Mr. Tu's hands, so it was absolutely impossible for him to leave the altar or the statue.

The situation was somewhat deadlocked.

Mr. Tu also always looked at Yinhua with a murderous gaze.

The two thus confronted each other.

After a moment, Mr. Tu calmed down slightly. His mind moved, and he immediately turned pale, realizing a bigger problem.

Above the altar, it was full of the divine master's dense breath.

According to reason, the blood sacrifice had already succeeded, and the divine master had also descended.

Why, then, was Yinhua, this child, riding on the divine master's head and digging out the divine master's brain, such a great act of blasphemy against the divine master, not receiving the divine master's heavenly punishment? And why could Yinhua, this boy, be safe and sound?

Why?

Where was the divine master?

What exactly happened to the divine master?

Mr. Tu immediately lowered his gaze, looking towards the center of the altar, towards the unconscious Yu'er on the white bone throne.

Yu'er's body already had a wisp of the divine master's breath.

Although very faint, it was indeed there.

Because the Great Wilderness master's true fetus had indeed hatched from within Yu'er's divine thought embryo.

Mr. Tu frowned, containing reverence and doubt, looked at the unconscious Yu'er, and then at Yinhua, who was still safe and sound riding on the divine master's head. In an instant, his heart was shocked. He seemed to understand something. His gaze was icy cold but contained deep fear, and he looked at Yinhua and said:

"You... are not human. What did you do to the divine master?"

Yinhua's gaze slightly shrank. In a flash of lightning, he quickly understood Mr. Tu's thinking.

He took himself for an ominous god.

And took Yu'er for his divine master!

His spirit moved, and Yinhua immediately smiled sinisterly.

This smile contained three parts strangeness, three parts demonic, three parts divine, and one part naive and mischievous.

This was not a human smile, but a "god's" cold laugh.

Then Yinhua flashed, left the top of the evil god statue, and reappeared time, already on the white bone throne.

Yinhua used his hand to pinch Yu'er's neck, a smile unfathomable as a god hung on the corner of his mouth. He looked down, containing a god's mockery of humans, and said to Mr. Tu:

"Your divine master has descended."

"But He is now in my hands."

"His flesh fetus's life or death is also all in this one thought..."

Mr. Tu gritted his teeth. He didn't dare to confirm whether it was true or false, nor did he dare to act rashly. He only looked with heavy gaze and asked Yinhua:

"What kind of divine being are you exactly?"

Yinhua couldn't not answer, but also couldn't answer randomly. He simply hung a mysterious cold smile on the corner of his mouth and counter-asked Mr. Tu:

"Your master, where was He born from?"

When gods and humans speak, they make their point and stop. The rest is up to oneself to comprehend.

Mr. Tu's expression slightly changed, and he immediately said in his heart:

The divine master was born from... the endless Great Wilderness abyss...

This Honorable Ominous God of the Tai Xu Sect specifically mentioned this sentence. Perhaps it means that He is also from the barbaric abyss, a certain Honorable God of the same origin as the Great Wilderness master?

Mr. Tu's heart trembled. The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was reasonable.

If not, why would this Honorable Ominous God oppose the divine master everywhere, and why would He understand the divine master's plan so well?

Mr. Tu's heart was tense.

He was the divine master's servant, blessed by the divine master. If it were a general cultivator, even a Void Grotto, he might not have much fear.

But inside the flesh body of this Foundation Establishment little ghost was parasitizing an Honorable God.

Moreover, it was an Ominous God who had quite an origin with the divine master.

Mr. Tu's gaze when looking at Yinhua added several parts of reverence. He didn't even dare to look Yinhua directly in the eyes.

He lowered his gaze slightly and asked Yinhua: "What exactly is your purpose?"

Yinhua's expression was cold: "You are not qualified to know."

This sentence had the majesty of a god. After Mr. Tu heard it, he felt inferior for a moment.

This was the near instinctive reaction of an evil god hound with deep "slave nature" facing a god.

As for divine matters, one only needs to devoutly follow the divine master's will.

If God does not speak, you should not ask, much less dare to ask.

But Mr. Tu was not an ordinary servant.

Moreover, he had lived too long, had many thoughts, and his suspicious heart was also heavy. Although for a moment, he detected a trace of abnormality and looked at Yinhua vigilantly.

Yinhua saw this gaze from Mr. Tu, his heart slightly jumped, guessing that he might be suspicious of him.

If Mr. Tu was really suspicious, he would be difficult to "control."

The development of things afterward might also deviate from his expectations.

Yinhua's expression was calm, his gaze slightly flashed, gradually deepening, looking at Mr. Tu as if wanting to see through him.

Then Yinhua stroked Yu'er's cheek, his face strange and smug:

"The Great Wilderness master chose this child as the god fetus. How could I not know?"

"Initially, to avoid karma, you let the low-level Jiang old big steal this god fetus. As a result, things went wrong, and this god fetus was actually saved by a passing, unknown small cultivator..."

"You don't think all this is a coincidence, do you?"

"Guess who saved this god fetus?"

Mr. Tu's gaze slightly shrank, looking at Yinhua.

"You should be able to guess, right..." Yinhua's gaze was bright, looking at Mr. Tu with interest, "That's right, it was me, personally saving the god fetus."

"Afterward, I also mixed into the Tai Xu Sect..."

"The Shangguan family, to protect the god fetus's peace and exempt him from suffering nightmare invasions, also sent him into the Tai Xu Sect, and it happened to be... just sent to my side."

"In other words, for the past nearly ten years, your 'divine master' has grown up by my side."

"He listened to my words, received my care, ate and lived with me. His nightmares were dispersed by me, the demons were swallowed by me. Even some of the evil god's remains were personally chopped off by me..."

"Besides, the Bì Shān Demon Cave, the Ten Thousand Demon Valley, the Blood Color Fishing Village, the Rouge Boat, the Dragon King Temple... all were my doing in the dark."

"I used your divine master's authority to let countless demons invade the god fetus's nightmare. When the god fetus suffered from dream troubles, fell into great danger, and was alone and helpless, I shot again and killed these demons and evil spirits one by one..."

"From beginning to end, all this karma, all these matters, were all within my scheme."

"This god fetus also regards me as his closest person."

"Now, your divine master's true body has just descended into this god fetus. He and the god fetus are one body. In other words, He will also regard me as a 'relative.' Perhaps He has just been born and is still a bit strange with me, but the god fetus's instinct is here, the karma is here. As long as I carefully teach Him, sooner or later, He will fall into my palm..."

"And once, your divine master completely trusts me and is under my control..."

Yinhua smiled shallowly, the rest of the words unsaid.

Mr. Tu instantly felt cold all over.

His heart suddenly enlightened. All his previous doubts were resolved.

All this was the scheme of this Honorable "Ominous God"!

From the beginning, everything was within His calculations. All the black hands behind the scenes were Him.

And the carrier of the Ominous God was just this unassuming Foundation Establishment small cultivator in front of him.

No wonder...

No wonder he felt only a piece of fog, elusive, and without a clue, no matter how he checked or calculated.

He was calculating a god, naturally feeling terror and not knowing where to start.

And the person he wanted to check was only a humble Foundation Establishment little ghost, so it was naturally very easy to overlook.

No matter how meticulous he was, how much he racked his brains, it was absolutely impossible for him to think of linking the two heavy identities of an Honorable God and a Foundation Establishment little ghost.

And this Foundation Establishment little ghost... no, this Honorable Ominous God of the Tai Xu Sect had already foreseen everything and did not hesitate to enter the scene with his divine body to approach the "god fetus" of the divine master's rebirth. His mind was meticulous, his scheme far-reaching, truly terrifying.

Everything before his eyes was all within the control of this "Ominous God."

Mr. Tu's heart was panicked, filled with endless fear.

Yinhua saw that Mr. Tu was "shocked" and truly believed his words, secretly relieved.

Many matters in the Qianxue state were just him following the vine to find the melon, plus some chance coincidences, cheating and blundering his way step by step to the current situation. How could he have calculated it?

If he could really calculate so precisely and plan so far-reachingly, the Blood Sacrifice Great Formation of the Wild Heaven would have been ended by him in one go before it even started.

And this Mr. Tu would have been "calculated" to death by him long ago.

But things like Tianji and karma sometimes just depend on one's mouth. If you can say it and make it self-explanatory, then you are powerful.

At least Mr. Tu seemed to believe it.

Not only did he believe it, but his gaze when looking at Yinhua already carried a hint of "fear," as if afraid that Yinhua had foreseen everything, including the current situation, and had even arranged a "death trap" for him.

If your cultivation is not as good as others, even if you die, you can die clearly.

But if your Tianji and karma calculation power is not as good as others, sometimes even if you die, you don't know how you died.

Mr. Tu's heart was filled with panic towards Yinhua, this Honorable "God."

Seeing the time was right and Mr. Tu's mental defense was loosening, Yinhua's heart jumped. He immediately put on a solemn and respectful face, like a "god stick," and said:

"Submit to me, kneel down, and I can spare your life."

He even mixed a hint of the "Dao Heart Seed Demon" method into these words.

Mr. Tu's brows were tightly furrowed. He hesitated between "killing Yinhua" and "kneeling to Yinhua." His faith also suffered an unprecedented severe test.

It was a pity that the realm gap was too big.

This wisp of "Dao Heart Seed Demon" only had a little bewitching power. Even if planted in his fear and faith, it was unable to tamper with Mr. Tu's original will.

Just as Mr. Tu was hesitating and tangled, undecided, his inner thoughts repeatedly going back and forth, not knowing how to choose.

Outside the great hall, there was a sudden disturbance in the formation, and then several extremely strong cultivation breaths transmitted in.

Feathered!

Yinhua's face slightly changed, his heart saying it was not good.

And affected by these powerful cultivation breaths, Mr. Tu also returned to his senses, his divine thought sobering up from Yinhua's weak "Dao Heart Seed Demon."

Soon, the breaths became closer and closer.

The door of the great hall was shaken open by a strong force, and a row of cultivators walked in.

Leading them were three feathered cultivators.

The Shangguan family's traitor, Shangguan Wang.

The feathered old demon of Yin Corpse Valley.

And the feathered sword slave of the Magic Sword Sect.

Adding Mr. Tu, who was at the feathered realm, the four most powerful magic path feathered cultivators on the evil god's side were all gathered in this great hall at this moment.

Yinhua's heart felt a little cold.