Chapter 553: Dao Heart Seed Demon

Can I learn it?

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

Impossible...

Dao Heart Seed Demon... just hearing the name sounds like a demonic method.

I am a proper cultivator and cannot walk the crooked path or evil ways, let alone learn improper demonic sect techniques.

What if I learn it and fall into qi deviation, become a demon, and turn into a little demon lord? What would I do then?

"However, even if I can't learn it, is it possible to research it?"

Mo Hua's thoughts took a turn.

He remembered again the instructions Master gave him about the "Weird Daoist" on that night they parted:

"He has already entered the demonic path and cultivated a 'Weird' technique..."

"His nature is cold and indifferent, his methods are extremely powerful, and he is an extremely arrogant person, but he is proficient in divine sense techniques, and his use of divine consciousness has reached its peak..."

"If you encounter him later, you must be extremely careful..."

If I encounter him later, I must be extremely careful...

Mo Hua frowned.

Did Master's words have another deeper meaning?

Did Master foresee or calculate that I would encounter the Weird Daoist, and that's why he only told me to be careful?

But how to be careful?

Mo Hua thought for a bit, then said uncertainly in his heart:

"Know yourself and know your enemy?"

If I understand the Dao Heart Seed Demon, then I can guard against it.

If I am completely ignorant of "Dao Heart Seed Demon", I might fall into "Martial Uncle"'s trap in the future, become his puppet, lose control of my body, and possibly even lose self-awareness.

Moreover, Master said the Weird Daoist's "use of divine consciousness has reached its peak..."

If even Master said "reached its peak", then the Weird Daoist's divine consciousness methods must be complete and terrifyingly strong.

I must at least take a good look and learn what I can.

As for righteous and demonic paths...

Mo Hua rubbed his chin, thinking carefully.

The so-called righteous and so-called demonic are both forms of the "Dao," embodiments of the Great Dao.

Just like arrays.

Demonic arrays and righteous arrays seem clearly divided, but their essence both follows the basic principles and framework of arrays.

It's just that righteous arrays are focused on comprehending the Heavenly Dao and understanding the essence of spiritual power movement.

Demonic arrays pursue quick success and power, using human blood as ink, human bones as pivots, skin and flesh as mediums, and seas of blood and qi as array eyes to achieve rapid results.

Having and not having arise together, difficulty and ease complement each other, righteousness and evil oppose each other yet also prove each other.

Is the Dao Heart Seed Demon also like this?

Learn its method, understand its principles, clarify its Dao.

Even if I cannot use the "Dao Heart Seed Demon" method, I can draw analogies, understand the principles of using divine consciousness, and learn how to use divine consciousness.

At the very least, I can know myself and know my enemy, and guard against "Martial Uncle" harming me in the future.

However, I must definitely guard my Dao heart and not lose my original intention.

It's easy to enter evil from righteousness, but it might be difficult to correct from evil...

Mo Hua involuntarily nodded.

I cannot be bewitched by the "Dao Heart Seed Demon."

I cannot become a little demon lord!

Mo Hua made up his mind. From then on, he started following behind the Weird Daoist, peering out with his small head, secretly observing how the Weird Daoist used "Dao Heart Seed Demon" to manipulate hearts and slaughter cultivators...

The Weird Daoist acted without scruples, killing in all directions, and frequently used Dao Heart Seed Demon.

Mo Hua saw a lot, and combining his understanding of divine sense and his experience with divine thought killing, he developed a rough understanding of Dao Heart Seed Demon.

This is a door, a demonic divine sense method that sounds ordinary, looks weird, is terrifying upon deep thought, yet is executed with ice-cold cruelty and is almost unsolvable.

Blood qi injures skin and flesh.

Spiritual power injures meridians.

While Dao Heart Seed Demon injures the divine consciousness itself.

It is turning one's own divine sense into demonic thoughts, dividing them, and spreading them like a plague, parasitizing others' seas of consciousness.

It is almost as sneaky as observing images, but much stronger.

Observing images is sneaky and parasitic, eroding the sea of consciousness slowly, with many restrictions.

But Dao Heart Seed Demon takes effect extremely quickly. Cultivators who are "seeded with a demon" by the Weird Daoist are deeply implanted with demonic thoughts within just a few breaths and cannot extricate themselves.

Observing images is an external evil invasion.

Seed Demon is more like internal pollution, directly causing a cultivator's Dao heart to change and demonize.

It is not the Weird Daoist dominating them.

It is more like they themselves cannot control their own demonic thoughts.

They are clearly controlled by others, but it seems they are doing things according to their own will and desires.

Planting demonic thoughts within the Dao heart...

From this perspective, Dao Heart Seed Demon actually erodes and damages the Dao heart!

Mo Hua was slightly startled in his heart, immediately looking at the Weird Daoist, and a trace of doubt emerged in his heart:

"Dao Heart Seed Demon, demonic thoughts divide... Then where is the true 'Weird Daoist', or rather, the origin demonic thought of the Weird Daoist?"

"If that demonic thought is not killed, will the Weird Daoist not die?"

"Is it even possible that as long as the demonic thoughts are not completely erased, even if the origin demonic thought is killed, the 'Weird Daoist' will not die?"

"Then isn't this truly... immortal?"

Mo Hua was shocked in his heart.

This "Martial Uncle" of mine seems much more terrifying than I thought...

Mo Hua's thoughts turned again:

"This terrifying Martial Uncle, this powerful Dao Heart Seed Demon, then I must definitely research it properly..."

Mo Hua involuntarily nodded his small head and then continued to secretly observe the Weird Daoist.

This time, he saw more details and discovered more things.

Firstly, Dao Heart Seed Demon requires a medium.

Eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, mind, the six roots can all be mediums.

Form, sound, smell, taste, touch, dharma, the six dusts are all entrances.

Among the cultivators who were "seeded with a demon," some just looked at the Weird Daoist; some listened to the Weird Daoist speak;

Some smelled the scent of the Weird Daoist's body and blood in the air; some tasted the Weird Daoist's blood;

There were also some who were hit by the Weird Daoist, touched the Weird Daoist's dead white, slightly rotten skin, and thus their Dao hearts collapsed and they became puppets.

So, you cannot look, cannot listen, cannot smell, cannot touch, not even think.

Otherwise, it will produce a medium for seeding the demon, and unknowingly, the sea of consciousness will be planted with the embryo of demonic thoughts, becoming the soil for the growth of demonic thoughts, and thus die under "Dao Heart Seed Demon"...

And the cultivators who died under Dao Heart Seed Demon were all different.

Low-level and weak cultivators only needed to look at him once to make their Dao hearts impure, thus causing them to kill each other.

All the miscellaneous demon cultivators on this road were killed by Martial Uncle in this way;

Higher-level cultivators would have demonic thoughts parasitize them through close contact.

For example, the twenty-plus Golden Core cultivators who were killed before.

They were just seeded with demonic thoughts and would become "Daoists," kill each other, and die;

If the realm was even higher, for example, the old man beside the Holy Son who sacrificed the bell, wore a blood robe, and held a black demon sword, his heart nature was firm, and his cultivation was also high, making him not easy to deal with.

Then Martial Uncle had to speak.

Using words to confuse their minds, break their heart defenses, destroy their Dao hearts, and indulge their demonic desires.

That old man couldn't bear it and thus sought his own destruction...

What if the cultivation was even higher?

Is there simply no way with the demonic thoughts that Martial Uncle is currently parasitizing?

Mo Hua thought for a moment, but couldn't figure it out.

The blood-robed old man in the late stage of Golden Core was the highest-level cultivator Mo Hua had seen die under Dao Heart Seed Demon.

He hadn't seen Martial Uncle make a move against a higher-level cultivator yet.

Without a reference, he couldn't analyze it.

However, this was too far from him, so Mo Hua didn't dwell on it either.

The current urgent matter was still to start from the bottom level and instances, and gradually analyze Dao Heart Seed Demon.

And as he saw more, Mo Hua gradually became familiar with the methods of using Dao Heart Seed Demon.

Although it appeared complex, weird, and unpredictable.

But its essence was still the use of divine sense.

Mo Hua was somewhat enlightened, but he still vaguely felt that he hadn't crossed that threshold, that he hadn't truly comprehended the concept of Dao Heart Seed Demon.

He still needed to see more, learn more, and think more...

Every time the Weird Daoist used Dao Heart Seed Demon to kill someone, Mo Hua's understanding of Dao Heart Seed Demon deepened by a point.

The Weird Daoist was completely unaware at first.

Until later, when he used Dao Heart Seed Demon to kill several demon cultivators, he noticed that Mo Hua was too quiet. He turned his head to look and saw Mo Hua, with a pair of big black eyes, staring intently at him.

It seemed like he was carefully remembering something, calculating something, learning something, and also summarizing something...

At first, he seemed thoughtful, then he seemed enlightened, and finally his eyes became brighter and brighter...

The Weird Daoist's pitch-black pupils trembled, completely shocked.

What was this little thing secretly learning?!!

Secretly learning Dao Heart Seed Demon?

Where exactly did Martial Brother pick up such a heartless little disciple?!

The Weird Daoist's wooden face changed expression, and finally calmed down again.

He didn't say anything, only afterwards, he restrained himself a lot when making a move.

He no longer killed people unrestrainedly.

Dao Heart Seed Demon was also used very restrainedly.

Even when used, it was only the simplest, most superficial method of seeding a demon.

Mo Hua also discovered this, and with a thought, he quietly asked:

"Martial Uncle, these demon cultivators are after Master's idea, aren't you going to kill them?"

But the Weird Daoist's expression was indifferent, and he didn't pay attention to him at all.

Mo Hua sighed in his heart, then understood that the Weird Daoist was guarding against him.

Hiding things and not letting him see!

Mo Hua was a little unhappy, muttering in his heart, "Martial Uncle is really stingy..."

He actually wouldn't let me see.

He still hadn't seen clearly yet...

However, Mo Hua had no choice.

"If I can't see, then I can't see, alright..."

He could only record the previous scenes of Dao Heart Seed Demon one by one in his mind, and whenever he had time, he would turn them over and over, ponder carefully, wanting to comprehend some methods of using divine sense from it, and learn some tips from "Martial Uncle," whose divine thought methods had "reached its peak..."

The two were still on their way to Li Mountain City.

Several days later, one evening.

Mo Hua followed the Weird Daoist to a ruined temple.

This temple, which housed who knows what, had been in disrepair for years and was completely dilapidated, with broken doors and windows.

And for some reason, the Weird Daoist insisted on staying overnight in this ruined temple.

At night, the moonlight was clear and cold.

A mountain wind blew through, bringing a chill.

Mo Hua drew a warming fire array on the ground, used it to roast fire for warmth, and conveniently placed the wild sweet potatoes, wild taro, and several fish he had caught along the way on it to roast.

While roasting, he suddenly heard footsteps.

It seemed like several people were walking towards the inside of the ruined temple.

At the same time, there was also faint conversation:

"...Better go back..."

"...Are you willing?"

"No choice..."

"The situation near Da Li Mountain is chaotic, it's no longer a place we can stay, moreover, Young Master Yun cannot have an accident..."

Young Master Yun?

Mo Hua was startled.

The voices of those few people also got closer.

Mo Hua found them somewhat familiar: one old voice, one middle-aged voice, and one young voice.

It seemed to be the three people, including Young Master Yun, that he had encountered in South Yue City.

"Senior, you don't need to worry about me, I..."

"What are you saying? Your father entrusted you to me. If your life is gone, how can I explain it to him..."

"As I see it, if we act carefully, there might still be a chance..."

This was the voice of the middle-aged cultivator.

"You are not going to calculate against me, you should always be able to turn misfortune into blessing..."

"Precisely because I can calculate, I don't want to stay here."

"These days, I always feel anxious and jumpy, as if I'm about to encounter a great calamity, unable to sleep day and night, so I want to leave..."

"If we leave, the opportunity might be gone..."

"Don't foolishly dream, the true demon lord in the middle of this Da Li Mountain hasn't arrived yet..."

"Isn't our Dao Court without great cultivators?"

"Can this be the same? You..."

As the three spoke, they walked into the ruined temple, and upon raising their heads, they saw Mo Hua and the other person, and were all startled.

The Weird Daoist sat in the shadows, his figure indistinct.

Mo Hua had drawn a warming fire array and was roasting fire, his small face flushed by the firelight and puffy, his mouth stuffed with sweet potato, his cheeks also bulging.

That thin old man, Mo Hua remembered, seemed to be surnamed Wen. Seeing Mo Hua and the other person, he was surprised and then cupped his hands and said:

"The three of us are passing by this place and wish to borrow a place to stay overnight. We apologize for the disturbance!"

After the thin old man finished speaking, he looked at Mo Hua with some doubt.

He always felt that with the dark night and high wind, and the ruined temple with a dying lamp, Mo Hua's carefree manner of roasting fire and eating things seemed a bit strange.

But at the same time, he also felt that Mo Hua was somewhat familiar.

It seemed like he had seen him somewhere before, and the impression should have been very deep.

But he couldn't remember where.

Mo Hua was also a little surprised.

These three people actually didn't recognize him.

However, it didn't matter, in this situation, it was better to pretend not to know.

Mo Hua also didn't speak, just nodded.

The thin old man cupped his hands in thanks again, while the middle-aged cultivator had an arrogant face and directly sat down.

On the other hand, Young Master Yun also looked at Mo Hua with perplexity, but after looking for a while, he still didn't recognize him, finally cupped his hands, which counted as expressing thanks.

Mo Hua remembered this Young Master Yun quite clearly.

A second-grade array master, moreover, thin-skinned, a little shy, but kind-hearted, very enthusiastic, and not stingy in sharing array knowledge.

Their friendship was also not bad.

Mo Hua turned his head and secretly looked at the Weird Daoist, feeling a little worried in his heart.

This "Martial Uncle" of mine won't kill these few people, will he...

He held the sweet potato and didn't eat it, but carefully sized up the Weird Daoist, finding that his breath was steady, and his form, sound, smell, taste, touch, and dharma were all in a state of restraint, showing no sign of using Dao Heart Seed Demon, and he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Hua took advantage of the heat to finish eating the sweet potato, and then adjusted the light of the warming fire array a little smaller.

As the night deepened, it also obscured the Weird Daoist's figure more.

Mo Hua nodded slightly.

This way, Young Master Yun and the others wouldn't be able to see "Martial Uncle"'s figure.

And on the other side, Young Master Yun and the three found a clean place, sat on the ground, and started talking in low voices.

It seemed they were afraid that Mo Hua and the other outsider would hear, so their voices were very low, and their words were also very vague.

Mo Hua's divine sense was outstanding, and he could hear a little, but it was still vague.

It seemed the thin old man wanted to leave, the middle-aged cultivator disagreed, and Young Master Yun was a little hesitant, both wanting to leave and feeling reluctant to give up something.

The middle-aged cultivator then mocked the thin old man, "The older you get, the smaller your courage."

The thin old man retorted, "Precisely because my courage is small, I have lived this long."

He looked at the middle-aged cultivator and sneered, "You may not necessarily live to be as old as this old man..."

The two argued for a while, then started chatting about matters of the Dao Court and the demonic sect, saying a lot of things that sounded very powerful, but Mo Hua's experience was limited, and he didn't recognize a single name.

Like what Venerable, what Fairy, what Rakshasa, what Valley Master, what Old Ancestor, and so on...

What were the identities and statuses of these people, and what grudges did they have.

They chattered for a long time.

Mo Hua didn't recognize these people and heard that most of their words were about family marriages, clan promotions, ancestor birthdays, and ancestor burials, and other trivial matters, feeling bored and drowsy, wanting to nap.

Half asleep and half awake, Mo Hua suddenly heard them say something:

"You said that person... what exactly does he have on him?"

Mo Hua's spirit jolted, and he instantly woke up.

That person...

Are they talking about... Master?

Mo Hua vaguely raised his head to look.

The thin old man's face was solemn, and he wanted to speak but stopped.

The middle-aged cultivator's gaze narrowed, "You actually really know?"

The thin old man remained silent.

The middle-aged cultivator was impatient, "It's come to this, you should speak..."

Young Master Yun was also a little curious.

The thin old man struggled in his heart for a long time, then sighed, "I... also heard it, you know it's fine, don't mention it to outsiders..."

The middle-aged cultivator guaranteed, "Rest assured."

The thin old man breathed a sigh of relief, then continued, "The old palm sect of our lineage was proficient in derivation and calculation, and his seniority was extremely old. Unfortunately, he died before his sea of consciousness declined, his thoughts were dull, and his words were a little... not carefully considered..."

The thin old man didn't want to disrespect his predecessors, so he spoke very euphemistically.

"One day, he inadvertently let slip, and I happened to hear it..."

"He said, the secret that person carries involves... Return to Ruins Heavenly Burial..."

Return to Ruins Heavenly Burial?

What does that mean?

Mo Hua frowned.

Suddenly, the surrounding atmosphere changed. Mo Hua was startled, turned his head to look at the Weird Daoist, and his expression changed greatly.

Under the pitch-black night, the Weird Daoist had already opened his eyes, his pupils deeper than the night, his aura fluctuating, and his six dusts also changed.

He... moved to kill!

I can't write anymore today, I'll write more tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)