Chapter 860: Evil Fetus

The divine soul had been extinguished, and the Witcher's remaining divine thought, carrying waves of blood-red color, scattered around.

This could originally also be "eaten," but Mr. Witcher, although transformed into a Yaoshu, was still a human being. The ink painter found it somewhat disgusting to eat him and had no appetite, so he condensed a fireball and burned all the remaining divine thought.

Such corrupt small dishes were not important.

Next, there were better ones waiting for him.

Under the guidance of a "loyal" believer of the Great Wilderness Divine Lord, the ink painter, as a "sacrifice," finally arrived at the altar of the Great Wilderness Divine Lord.

The ink painter's divine marrow began to circulate, his whole body emitting a faint golden light. His eyes also turned dark gold, and his gaze was majestic and unfathomable.

He looked as if he were a "divine being."

Afterward, the ink painter sat on the altar.

The altar welcomed the hypocritical "Divine Lord."

But this "false god" was very similar in aura to the Great Wilderness Divine Lord.

He had even truly stolen a part of the Great Wilderness Divine Lord's authority and exercised power on behalf of the Divine Lord. Now that he had arrived at the altar, it felt familiar, like returning to his own "home."

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

At that instant, endless Great Dao laws, intricate as rain and like streaking meteors, descended.

Strands of light condensed, constantly changing, intertwining, and gathering together to form an endlessly vast stream of light.

The stream of light was like a towering Great Tree, rushing to the sky, branching and spreading leaves, covering the entire heaven and earth.

The Divine Authority Tree!

The ink painter sat on the altar, his eyes clear, witnessing these ultimately beautiful, yet ultimately terrifying, flowing lights of laws flickering and intersecting, gathering into one and spanning heaven and earth.

This scene was not the first time he had seen, but he still felt shocked to his core and yearned for it.

"Divine beings are born from the Dao, and the Dao they uphold, the heaven-granted authority, is merely a branch on this towering Divine Tree."

"If there is a day when one can thoroughly comprehend the entire Divine Authority Tree, control the heaven and earth laws as complex as meteors, and gather the myriad Great Dao in one heart, does it mean one can... become an immortal?"

The ink painter had some "foolish delusion" in his heart.

Of course, he also understood that this road was still very far.

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

He felt that the divine authority of the Great Wilderness evil god was vast and boundless, impossible to comprehend thoroughly or control completely, let alone the origin tree of divine authority that spanned heaven and earth, like the legendary Jianmu.

The path to immortality is long, and its cultivation is far away.

The ink painter gathered his thoughts.

"First, have a full meal..."

With his divine sense, he communicated with the altar and located his own... no, the Great Wilderness Divine Lord's divine authority tree among the "origin tree of divine authority" woven by the heaven and earth laws.

The ink painter had stolen the divine authority and controlled the Great Wilderness Divine Lord's "divine authority tree."

At that instant, the divine authority was linked with his consciousness.

The Great Wilderness divine authority tree unfolded, and node after node on it lit up sequentially. Within each node resided numerous nightmares and myriad demons and evils raised by the evil god, all under its domination.

Of course, the top of the divine authority tree was still enveloped in mist.

This was because the ink painter was at most a young "divine being" and did not yet have enough "divine power" to dispel the mist and touch the Great Wilderness Divine Lord's most supreme divine authority.

However, this was enough.

Yu'er was very easy to find.

In the Great Wilderness Divine Lord's divine authority system, Yu'er's status was very special, located at the nightmare node, and was also brighter.

Her aura was also purer compared to other nodes, without filthy blood Qi, but instead possessing a pure child's Qi.

The ink painter found Yu'er almost at first glance.

But he looked at Yu'er's node and suddenly frowned.

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

Then he perked up and formally began ordering dishes.

This time he already had experience.

Some demons, whose evil Qi was too heavy, looked very fat, but after killing them, refining off their evil thoughts left little pure thought power.

And some demons looked very thin, but their demonic nature was only gathered in their heads. Pinching off the head and refining the residual evil thoughts slightly left a surprisingly large amount of residual thought power...

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

It was a pity that in the aspect of "demon appraisal," he had no like-minded "Dao friends," so many insights yet no one to share, which was truly regrettable.

The ink painter shook his head and continued to order dishes for himself.

Compared to before, his appetite was much larger this time.

His nineteen-pattern divine sense was already approaching the peak of Foundation Establishment. For most second-grade demons, even without considering the qualitative change of divine sense Daoization, purely from the quantity of divine sense, there was already a certain "crushing" trend.

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

And above nineteen patterns, the needed divine sense was even more massive. So, calculating, if he wanted his divine sense to "eat" to twenty patterns, he didn't know how many demons and ghosts he would have to swallow.

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

"Ox-horse demons, one thousand first..."

"Wolf-head demons, five hundred first."

"Pig-head demon, one hundred first... not enough? Then fifty will do."

"Sheep-horn followers, a bit few, order seven."

"These nodes all look not bad, take them all."

On the altar, the ink painter was like a mouse that had fallen into a granary, ordering dishes very happily.

But while ordering, he was suddenly startled and felt that something was not right. It seemed that someone was secretly watching him from behind.

The ink painter slowly turned his head, and his pupils involuntarily shrank.

Behind him, there was indeed a "thing."

This was an infant, covered in black blood, as if it had just hatched from an embryo. Blood and amniotic fluid were mixed together, dirty and bloody.

Its pupils were pitch black, two sheep horns grew on its head, and its body emitted an obscure, ancient, and powerful aura.

Now, it was just silently watching the ink painter with empty and indifferent eyes.

Two people and four eyes met.

A golden young divine being looked at a black-blooded infant that had just hatched.

The surroundings suddenly fell into a dead silence.

A trace of unease gradually grew in the ink painter's heart.

"It's over, it seems... I've encountered a big guy..."

The next instant, the existence covered in black blood, like an "evil infant," spoke with a vague voice like an infant, with a trace of ignorant muttering, yet containing cruel emotions.

The ink painter frowned slightly, unable to understand what it was saying.

The pitch-black sheep-horned evil infant silently watched the ink painter, its pupils cold, with a trace of bewilderment.

It seemed it had just been born not long and was trying to recall something. After a moment, a trace of understanding was added to its empty eyes. It looked at the ink painter and said in broken words:

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

The ink painter's expression changed, and a warning arose in his heart. He immediately flashed away.

The instant he flashed away, a pitch-black demon claw suddenly fell, grabbed at the original spot, and then demon Qi raged, as if wronged souls were biting.

Once grabbed by this demon claw, the divine soul would surely be damaged.

The ink painter's expression also turned cold. He pointed with his hand, and a fireball whistled out, going straight to the sheep-horned evil infant.

The evil infant just lightly lifted its hand and blocked the fireball.

Anger surfaced on its young but deformed face.

"Eat..."

The next moment, it slowly stood up, its whole body surging with evil thoughts, which turned into black Qi, going straight to the ink painter.

"Just born not long, and you already want to eat me?"

The ink painter's face was ugly. He immediately stopped being polite. Golden light surged throughout his body and collided with the heavy black evil Qi.

For a time, two powerful divine thoughts collided around the altar. The shock transmitted to the surroundings, tables were overturned, offerings were shattered, and the sacrificial statues also appeared cracks.

In the center of the shock, the ink painter, whose whole body was covered in golden light, and the evil infant, whose whole body was covered in black blood, thus battled together.

Fist against fist, foot against foot.

This was the simplest and most essential confrontation of divine thoughts.

Each time a round was fought, the surroundings of the altar vibrated once.

The evil infant became more violent the more it fought, and the ink painter became fiercer the more he fought.

Fists and feet intersected, golden light and black light intertwined, but for a time, the two incarnations of divine thoughts were evenly matched, and neither could defeat the other.

The evil infant's expression became colder and colder.

The ink painter also became more and more alarmed.

He actually couldn't win...

Since he had embarked on the path of proving Dao with divine sense and had swallowed the divine marrow, achieving minor success in Daoization, he had always been invincible in confronting these evil demons with his divine thoughts, one punch at a time.

There were no demons that one punch could not solve.

If there were, then two punches.

But in this short time, he had fought nearly a hundred fists with this little black sheep cub, and still couldn't take it down.

Not only that, but the ink painter didn't even feel that he had the upper hand.

What was more terrible was that, compared to the two, the ink painter faintly felt that this sheep-horned "evil infant" was possibly stronger than himself at the divine soul level.

Its weakness lay in divine thought techniques.

It seemed that it had just hatched not long and its "memory" had not yet fully revived. Thus, it only had killing instinct remaining, but its killing moves were all very raw and it had no divine abilities at all.

And in battling with the ink painter, it was also gradually learning, gradually adapting, gradually mastering, and gradually reviving.

Several points of cunning were added to its gaze.

Its killing moves became smoother.

Its "memory" engraved in its divine soul was also gradually awakening.

Even, taking advantage of the moment of fighting with fists and feet and killing each other, it began to spare time to use other moves, swallowing clouds and spitting out evil fog, conjuring blood hands out of thin air, chains of wronged souls, soul-stunning stab, sheep-bone long halberd, summoning demon armies...

These moves were varied, and the evil Qi was grim, sinister, and vicious.

The ink painter suddenly felt his pressure greatly increased, but he could only meet the moves and break them, urging his divine thought power to manifest fireballs, water blades, quicksand, wood prisons, earth burials, and other various spells, interspersed with various Five Elements Eight Trigrams arrays.

Above the divine thought altar, black clouds suddenly covered the sky, evil fog surged, Five Elements spells flowed, and various array patterns exploded.

This was a true battle of divine beings.

With the strength of Mr. Witcher, even if he had not died before, at this time, even if only affected by the aftermath, he would probably die dozens or hundreds of times.

After fighting hundreds of rounds again, the sheep-horned evil infant, as if possessed by a ghost, suddenly comprehended something. It summoned a giant sheep-horned evil demon image from behind and slapped towards the ink painter with a huge palm.

The ink painter had not expected this evil infant to be able to do this. Caught off guard, he could only set up an Iron Wall Array to defend, and then urged golden light to cover his body, forcibly taking this move from the demon image.

The giant palm slapped down, covering the sky like the sun.

Then there was a roar.

The light of the Iron Wall Array flowed, supporting for a while, and then shattered. The giant palm crashed down and slapped on the ink painter's body.

For a time, evil fog was like a tide, and golden light shattered.

Under the collision, the overflowing divine thoughts were like river waves.

When everything dissipated, the ink painter still stood in the field, his divine thoughts unmoved, only his face slightly pale.

The evil infant did not make another move.

After battling with the ink painter, its instinct was stimulated, and its innate memory seemed to have recovered quite a bit. Its gaze was more spirited.

"You have humanity, but not completely human."

"You have no divine abilities, but you can use arrays..."

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

Its voice was intermittent, clearly immature, but very gloomy, with some tearing sounds.

In the end, it looked at the ink painter and said solemnly:

"Submit to me, and your blasphemous crimes, I can let bygones be bygones."

"Submit to me, and dedicate your liver and brain to me."

"When I fully awaken, I can grant you supreme divine power, bestow upon you an honored status, and give you unparalleled authority..."

The ink painter's eyelids twitched.

Fully awaken...

"Not good..."

The ink painter's divine soul ached faintly.

His previous "Shocking God Sword" had been used too many times. It had killed Shui Yan Luo first, and then deterred Xiao Zhenhai, and the accumulated injuries had erupted.

At this time, he was facing a decisive battle with this nearly "divine fetus" little black sheep cub. After fighting so many rounds, and having hastily taken a big slap from the sheep-horned demon image under the circumstances, no matter how strong his divine thoughts were, he was also somewhat unable to support it at this time.

What was more dangerous was that if this little black sheep cub was really a "divine fetus," then...

That meant it innately inherited the innate memory of the Great Wilderness evil god.

He had only lived for twenty years, while the Great Wilderness evil god had lived for who knows how many tens of thousands of years. Its divine Dao knowledge, power, schemes, means, divine abilities, etc., were fundamentally incomparable to his.

And just now, the ink painter realized.

In the process of battling with himself, this little black sheep cub, with the awakening of its innate memory, was learning its born "inheritance" step by step. Not only were its divine thoughts gradually strengthening, but its means were also gradually increasing.

It would even occasionally use divine abilities and means that it itself did not know where they came from, almost instinctively.

And he himself had become the "whetstone" for this sheep-horned evil infant, this evil god's "divine fetus," to grow step by step.

The ink painter's face was a little ugly.

It had always been him whetting others.

Unexpectedly, someone had come to whet him now.

Taking himself as a "whetstone," and not afraid to break the knife.

The ink painter snorted coldly in his heart.

But he also knew that he had to find a way to fight quickly and decisively and solve this divine fetus sheep cub.

Otherwise, once it fully awakened and controlled its own inheritance, with his current strength, he would definitely not be its opponent.

The ink painter looked at the sheep-horned evil infant in front of him and asked:

"Are you a 'divine fetus'?"

The sheep-horned evil infant said solemnly: "You should honor me as 'Lord'. Submit to me, and you can live as long as heaven and earth, undergo ten thousand tribulations without perishing..."

The ink painter was disdainful in his heart.

He was out of his mind to believe the big pie drawn by the evil god.

"It's okay to submit to you, but you must promise me one condition," the ink painter said.

The evil infant's expression was displeased.

Obviously, it didn't like bargaining.

For so many years, almost no one had dared to bargain with this honorable evil god.

Power, fame and fortune, disaster, misfortune, all such things, are granted by the god's grace, and mortals have no right to refuse.

But the person in front of him was not a mortal.

And its divine body was not yet awakened, and the great plan had not been accomplished.

The still young and powerful half-god body in front of it, once it submitted, would be its sharpest divine sword.

"What condition?" the evil infant said in a deep voice.

The ink painter said: "I have a relatively large appetite and eat relatively much."

The evil infant recalled a bit, then said indifferently, "No harm, there are myriad demons under my command, let you swallow."

The ink painter shook his head, "My appetite is large now, and I look down on them. If you want me to submit to you, you must cut off some divine marrow every day and let me eat my fill."

Upon hearing this, the evil infant was furious, and the surroundings instantly became extremely oppressive.

The evil infant stretched out its ugly hand, wanting to summon that honorable evil god demon image again and suppress the ink painter, then refine him to death little by little.

Before its words fell, the killing array suddenly rose.

Taking advantage of the time for chatting, the ink painter had already accumulated divine thoughts and made preparations. When the evil infant was angry and careless, he suddenly launched the integrated trapped killing Li Mountain Fire Burial Array.

Mountains rose and turned into a prison.

Li fire burned the mountain, and fierce flames were like a sea.

The evil infant was powerful and could not be fought for long. To kill the enemy with one strike, the ink painter did not hold back the slightest.

He constructed the array with pound divine thoughts, burning empty the entire altar domain. The fire was vast and killed all.

And when the fire momentum stopped, the evil infant's figure slowly emerged.

Its body was covered in charred spots, black blood and black ash intertwined, and there were wounds everywhere.

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

This was a great disrespect, a great humiliation!

Its divine soul must be thrown into the three thousand great prisons, suffer from karmic fire burning and demons swallowing, life after life, tasting endless suffering!

"Your array is indeed not weak, but you think you can kill me like this?"

The evil infant's voice became ferocious because of anger.

"Of course not..."

The ink painter's crisp voice rang out.

The evil infant was startled and suddenly turned its head, only to see that the ink painter had appeared behind it at some point, and in its eyes, there was a flashing, shocking, brilliant golden light.

"This is..."

The evil infant's heart went cold.

"Shocking God Sword!"

The ink painter said in a low voice.

Then his whole body surged with dense golden sword Qi, which intertwined at his back and condensed into a huge sword prison.

The sword prison was stern, and the sword Qi was sharp.

In the instant the evil infant was stunned, it discovered that it was already trapped in the sword prison. Hundreds of thousands of strands, full of majestic sword lights, were torturing its divine body inch by inch.

Fear penetrated into the depths of its heart.

It wanted to struggle, but could not muster the courage to struggle, as if it were sinful and ought to stretch out its neck and wait for execution.

Taking advantage of the moment when the evil infant was shocked by the Shocking God Sword and its divine soul was in disorder, the ink painter condensed his right hand and condensed a golden, ancient, simple short sword with the "sword-forming style."

Holding the short sword, he walked to the front of the evil infant, gripped the neck of this honorable Great Wilderness Divine Lord's just-hatched "divine fetus," a golden light flashed, and one sword pierced its head.

(End of this chapter)