Chapter 861: Fusing Embryo

The sword blade pierces through the skull, and the golden light gradually disperses. The pitch-black, evil qi-infused, black-blooded, amniotic fluid-like foul evil infant is torn apart bit by bit.

It is shocked, angry, terrified, but helpless. The deterrence of the Jing Shen Sword still remains. It also cannot break free from Mo Hua’s throat-gripping hands. The astonishing sword intent condensed in the sword form is deeply embedded in its skull, with sword qi strangling it.

“You… damn…”

The evil infant’s voice is full of shrill screams.

Mo Hua remains unmoved, but he operates his entire body's divine thoughts, condensing a stronger sword intent, all pouring into the divine thoughts sword.

The evil god’s embryo has innate memories; it cannot be allowed to grow. Therefore, he must seize the opportunity, unleash all killing moves, and use thunderous methods to completely kill it.

Sword qi and black qi interweave.

After an unknown period of stalemate, the evil infant finally loses consciousness. Its expression is blank, its pupils dilated, no longer struggling. The black blood on its body also dries up bit by bit, and the evil qi is strangled out by the sword light bit by bit.

Finally, it completely dissipates.

Mo Hua frowns, releasing his divine sense to perceive the surroundings. He does not discover any strange aura, which brings him slight relief. But at the same time, there are some doubts in his heart.

“It just died?”

“Form and spirit both destroyed, not even ashes left?”

Mo Hua shakes his head: “Dense evil qi, still growing sheep horns, I thought it was some strong enemy. Originally, it was just this kind of thing, a little sheep cub that just left the nest…”

Mo Hua coldly snorts, somewhat disdainful. But he only says it verbally; in his heart, he is very clear that this evil infant’s strength is the strongest evil thought body he has encountered so far.

Its divine soul is strange and powerful, with innate inheritance. If it were allowed to grow for a period and mature, completing its transformation, the outcome of victory or defeat would be truly hard to say. And even now, having strangled this “evil infant” in the cradle, he has paid a considerable price.

The injury to his divine soul has worsened. His divine sense is also almost exhausted. If not for the divine thoughts recovery array and the two sword styles, Jing Shen Shi and Jian Xing Shi, which turn divine thoughts into swords and were treated as his trump cards, always held in hand and used at the crucial moment to reverse the situation, he would probably fight until his oil runs out and his lamp is dry, and still not necessarily kill this sheep horn evil infant.

After the bitter battle, his divine soul once again begins to ache faintly, and his divine thoughts are also somewhat unsupported. Mo Hua’s brows are tightly furrowed.

“Need to rest first…”

Mo Hua mutters, then directly cuts off the connection with the divine authority tree. His divine thoughts leave the altar and return to his own sea of consciousness.

Upon arriving in his own sea of consciousness, no longer disturbed by evil demons, Mo Hua lets out a breath. After that, he begins to calm down, meditate, and sit in tranquility.

In his sea of consciousness, Mo Hua holds his breath and calms his mind, sitting quietly with an undisturbed heart. As he has no distractions, closes his eyes to nourish his spirit, and meditates peacefully, his disordered divine soul gradually calms, and his excessively consumed divine thoughts also recover bit by bit.

But in an unattended corner, strands of black qi also gradually breed.

This strand of black qi is very obscure, but also full of thick evil thoughts. It is born from nothingness, gradually revives bit by bit, grows bit by bit, and finally gathers together, transforming into a pitch-black sheep horn demon snake. From Mo Hua’s back, it opens its mouth flowing with black blood and bites down suddenly.

But before it can bite down, a white tender hand has already grabbed its neck.

Mo Hua has no idea when he opened his eyes, examining it with a face of curiosity.

The sheep horn black snake still struggles. Mo Hua’s hand, however, is like iron pliers, motionless. Finally, the black qi directly disperses, escapes from Mo Hua’s hand, re-gathers in the distance, and transforms again into that whole body pitch-black, sheep horn-growing, ugly, and strange evil infant.

It looks at Mo Hua with a malicious gaze, and its voice sinisterly says: “You knew I was attached to your body?”

Mo Hua is silent. He does indeed know that this evil infant is attached to his body. Just now, in his perception, this evil infant was indeed killed by him. Its divine soul was extinct, leaving not a trace of aura. But Mo Hua knows that things are absolutely not that simple.

He has fought with evil gods so many times. Some incarnations of god remains are still very troublesome, let alone this one with a denser origin aura – a “god fetus.” It is impossible for him to kill it in one go; it just died.

But Mo Hua is somewhat doubtful. This evil infant is attached to his body… but exactly where is it attached? Just now, he perceived back and forth repeatedly many times, and did not detect a trace of the evil god’s aura.

If so, then the evil god’s ability to conceal and hide is truly terrifying… Probably in this world, there are not many cultivators of the same realm who can withstand the evil god’s “penetration”…

Mo Hua’s expression is somewhat serious.

The evil infant sees Mo Hua not knowing what he is thinking and ignores it, somewhat annoyed. But after a moment, it instead smiles sinisterly: “Condensing arrays from nothing, divine thoughts into sword art… In my inherited memories, you are indeed among all low-level divine path existences, the most powerful one.”

“Even some second-grade gods born bearing the way of heaven and earth are far inferior to you.”

“I am an evil god. Polluting and corrupting some gods who are not good at killing is effortless, but you, this venerable one has to admit, with my current not yet awakened ability, I really cannot kill you.”

“This is this venerable one’s recognition of you; you can be proud.”

Mo Hua purses his lips, disdainfully.

The evil infant’s forehead twitches, tolerating Mo Hua’s rudeness. The rudeness of the weak is only seen as offense. The rudeness of the strong always gets more tolerance. Both sides have fought until now, and as the evil infant of the great wilderness evil god god fetus, it has more tolerance towards Mo Hua.

“This venerable one admits cannot kill you, but you should also know, you also cannot kill me.”

“My divine soul originates from the lord of the great wilderness; my existence spans tens of thousands of years of time; my will eternally exists in the divine path.”

“Once the god fetus is formed, it is a seed of an evil path god, like an evil god, undying and indestructible…”

“This is my last advice to you, and also the last opportunity I bestow upon you…”

The evil infant’s face reveals irresistible majesty: “Submit to me, and you will receive an immortal’s grace; otherwise, you will surely sink into the three thousand purgatories, your divine soul both destroyed!”

Mo Hua casually says: “I already said, I can submit to you, but you have to cut some divine marrow for me to ‘eat’ daily. Cutting divine marrow, you are reluctant. You want me to sell my life for you with empty words. Where is such a good thing?”

The evil infant is full of killing intent, “Greedy too much, obstinate and unrepentant.”

It loses patience, emits a creepy cry, transforms into a half-adult sheep horn demon general, carrying a yin wind, and attacks Mo Hua.

Mo Hua grasps with his right hand, condensing a golden sword, and similarly attacks.

One person, one demon. One demigod, and one evil god, just like this, fight together again in Mo Hua’s sea of consciousness.

For a time, demonic qi rampages, and sword qi flies. But Mo Hua’s divine soul is injured, and his divine thoughts are unsupported. The evil infant is not much better. It was first blasted by Mo Hua with the Li Shan fire burial recovery array, then shocked by the Jing Hun Sword which shocked its divine soul, and finally had its skull pierced by Jian Xing Shi. Its injury is not lighter than Mo Hua’s.

Both sides are injured, so the scale of the battle is smaller than before, but the danger is even greater.

Finally, after an unknown number of rounds of fierce battle, Mo Hua, who is proficient in divine thoughts spells, arrays, and turning divine thoughts into swords, is ultimately slightly superior compared to the newborn god fetus.

He consumes almost all of the god fetus’s divine thoughts, binds it with the water prison technique, restrains it with the golden lock array, and then deals with it bit by bit.

First with water and fire five elements spells. Then with five elements eight trigrams arrays. After that, it is the divine thoughts into sword true art. All kinds of means, Mo Hua uses on the evil infant’s body one after another, alternately.

When his divine thoughts are consumed, Mo Hua sits in meditation to recover, and then continues to use spells, arrays, and sword art, unleashing them all on the sheep horn evil fetus to carry out “torture.” He wants to test if there is any way to cause “destructive” damage to the “god fetus,” which is approaching the origin of the evil god, purely with his own divine thoughts power, without relying on other external objects.

But as expected, he fails. With the divine thoughts methods he currently masters, even if he uses all means, he can at most eliminate the evil god’s power at the “divine thoughts” level. He fundamentally cannot erase the true divine soul, which is approaching the origin of the evil god.

Mo Hua sighs. “Not possible…”

The evil infant, having suffered Mo Hua’s successive “insults,” is already furious to the extreme. For countless years, no true god, heavenly demon, ghost, evil soul, or divine path cultivator has been able to make it suffer such “奇耻大辱” (a tremendous humiliation)! This shame will be permanently etched in its divine soul.

One day, when its main body revives, it will order its subordinates and believers, thousands of demons, at any cost, to capture this little ghost, divide its soul, cut its po, and make it eternally sink, suffering endlessly, to repay the sins it has committed!

It is angry in its heart and sinisterly laughs: “No need to be futile. I said, you cannot kill me.”

Mo Hua nods and sighs: “Indeed, I cannot kill you…”

After speaking, Mo Hua pinches the sheep horn evil infant’s neck, lifts it up, and walks towards the center of his sea of consciousness.

The evil infant’s expression changes slightly, and a trace of unease arises in its heart. “What do you want to do?”

“You’ll know in a moment,” Mo Hua says lightly.

He binds the evil infant and brings it to the middle of the sea of consciousness. Then, his divine thoughts move slightly, communicating with the vague ancient existence. After a moment, a grand sound like a great bell and drum rings out.

In the center of the sea of consciousness, the void intersperses, and an ancient and crude damaged dao stele gradually appears. A vast and majestic great dao aura ripples out towards the surroundings.

The evil infant’s expression changes wildly, and it trembles: “Dao…”

Its innate memories make it feel that the stele before its eyes is very familiar, very fearful, and very terrifying… But no matter how it thinks, it cannot figure out what this stele is… It is as if there is a taboo within.

It is a terrifying taboo that even this evil god who has lived for tens of thousands of years dares not touch, dares not overstep, and dares not interfere with.

Mo Hua sees the evil infant’s appearance like this, somewhat surprised, then deliberately pauses for a bit, wanting to see if this evil infant knows the origin of the dao stele. But obviously, it is not too clear either.

Mo Hua is somewhat disappointed, but after thinking about it, he lets it go. He doesn’t want to drag it out anymore. This is the deep part of the Dragon King Temple, the bottom of the White Bone Labyrinth. He has already consumed too much time with this evil infant. Dragging it out further will likely lead to changes.

Quick battle, quick decision.

Mo Hua then thinks of doing another “sheep head iron plate roast,” suppressing the evil god with the dao stele, wiping out its divine soul with tribulation thunder, refining away the evil qi, and refining out pure divine marrow. After so long, he should eat something good.

But the evil infant suddenly speaks: “So that’s how it is… I understand why my flesh and blood, my bones, clearly containing my will, were still completely obliterated.”

“Originally, on your body, there is actually such an ancient innate treasure…”

“However, if you think this can deal with me, you are still too young…”

“You must forever remember that not everything in the world will go as you wish.”

The evil infant smiles sinisterly. Its laughter is a bit creepy.

Mo Hua feels a chill in his heart, and some unease. He no longer hesitates and immediately wants to use tribulation thunder to thoroughly wipe out this evil infant. But when he raises his hand, he discovers his hand is empty.

“Gone?”

Mo Hua is startled in his heart and immediately concentrates his inner vision. After a long time, he discovers that this evil infant has transformed into wisps of black qi, like blood, which have permeated into his divine thoughts incarnation. And not only that.

It is still permeating into his divine soul, bit by bit, fusing with his divine soul as one! By the time Mo Hua detects it, it is already too late. He discovers that his seven souls’ Fu Shi soul has completely turned into filthy black. This is the evil god’s color, a symptom of pollution.

Mo Hua’s expression changes. He immediately urges the Jing Shen Sword, refining his seven souls with sword qi. But the other six souls can still urge sword qi to refine their souls, only the Fu Shi soul does not move at all, as if this soul no longer belongs to him and thus does not obey his command.

Just at this moment, Mo Hua discovers himself speaking. But these words are not his own; it is the evil infant parasitic in his seven souls, borrowing his mouth, emitting sounds. Even his face involuntarily shows that sinister smile, like the evil infant. His voice also becomes sharp and piercing:

“This evil soul fusion embryo technique, fusing the embryo into the soul, one god fetus can only use it once. I originally did not want to use it easily…”

“But I never expected that on your body actually hides such a big secret. If not for using this origin divine ability, this god fetus of mine would probably have been hard to escape the end of soul death and dao destruction.”

“Pushing this venerable one to this extent, you should be proud.”

“But it also stops here. My god fetus has already fused into your seven souls and will then bit by bit spread, ultimately completely fusing with your divine soul and transforming you.”

“At that time, you are me, and I am you.”

“You will become my embryo for descending into the world, become my ‘furnace,’ become one of the true bodies of the great wilderness lord…”

Affected by the evil infant, Mo Hua cannot suppress himself and emits a night owl-like laugh. The next instant, Mo Hua immediately covers his mouth, then rubs his face, ensuring his expression returns to normal, then coldly laughs: “Little sheep cub, you think beautifully!”

He again urges the seven souls’ Jing Shen Sword, but still cannot refine the polluted evil soul. He quiets his mind to meditate. But the evil god’s embryo hides too deeply, almost fused with his divine soul as one. When the evil fetus is intentionally hibernating, not using evil thoughts, and not deliberately influencing Mo Hua’s dao heart, Mo Hua fundamentally cannot detect it.

Kill it? Mo Hua frowns. Spells and arrays are not powerful enough. Use divine thoughts into a sword… chop his own soul? But the evil fetus has already fused with him as one. Not to mention if he can chop it, even if he can, he probably cannot destroy it. Moreover, if he accidentally chops his own soul, that would be a huge mess. Even if he doesn’t die, he will probably become an idiot.

Borrow the dao stele or tribulation thunder? Mo Hua considers it for a bit and finds the problem is still the same. The evil fetus is fused in his Fu Shi soul. If it shows its head and is caught by him, then the dao stele can suppress it, and tribulation thunder can wipe it out. But now, it is hibernating in his soul like a dead thing, borrowing this “evil soul fusion embryo technique,” fused with him as one, equivalent to a part of him.

That dao stele cannot suppress him. It is also not good to use tribulation thunder to wipe it out. Because wiping out the evil fetus is wiping out himself.

Mo Hua’s heart cools down. “Seems really troublesome…”

Mo Hua wrinkles his brows, racking his brains, recalling all divine path knowledge and all the divine path means he has mastered, still at a loss, not having a single idea. He involuntarily sucks in a cold breath. He really played big… Played himself in.

Mo Hua has some headache. The main thing is that he also didn’t think that after scheming exhaustively and reaching this step, with all the dishes ordered, in one turn, he suddenly bumped into an evil god’s god fetus.

“Impossible to be so coincidental, definitely was schemed against…”

“Who would scheme against me? That Mister Tu?” Mo Hua frowns, thinks for a bit, and nods slightly, feeling it is very possible. In his heart, he silently records this account.

The account can be settled slowly. The problem is, what to do now? Mo Hua frowns and thinks again for a while, still without an idea, and finally can only sigh, temporarily compromising.

“Forget it, first go out.”

“Go out and then think of a way. Ask Huang Shan Jun or… lay cards on the table with Old Mister Xun? Say I have already been possessed by an evil god, and not an ordinary evil god remains, but a true evil god’s fetus?”

“Also don’t know if Old Mister Xun will slap me to death…”

Mo Hua mutters silently. But in this situation, he has no other way. After going out, if there is truly no way, he can only find Old Mister Xun.

Mo Hua’s divine thoughts are just about to leave the sea of consciousness when he is suddenly startled again, feeling uneasy. He ponders for a moment, then sets up divine path arrays near his divine soul, sealing his own divine soul to prevent the evil infant from suddenly acting up without his knowledge.

But with his divine soul sealed, the Jing Shen Sword also cannot be used. Of course, the Jing Shen Sword needs to move the seven souls. Now that one of his souls has been polluted by the evil fetus, it was not good to use this sword art anymore anyway. Once he uses the Jing Shen Sword, and his seven souls leave his body, the evil fetus hiding in the Fu Shi soul will definitely be found, providing an opportunity to deepen its penetration and pollution of his life soul…

Mo Hua sighs again. Sealing his own divine soul is good. After confirming that the evil fetus has no abnormality, Mo Hua’s divine thoughts then leave the sea of consciousness and return to reality.

He opens his eyes, and his surroundings are still the altar from before. The nightmare in the altar has already become a mess due to Mo Hua and the evil infant’s fight. The altar in reality is still intact instead.

Above the white bone altar, sinister candles burn, and bloody sacrifices are placed. Mister Wu is also kneeling. Only, his divine soul has already been crushed by Mo Hua in the altar’s nightmare, and now only a corpse remains.

Mo Hua is afraid that Uncle Gu and the others are worried and originally wants to leave quickly, but when he thinks about it, the more he thinks, the angrier he gets. He has been schemed against. Not only that, his hard-cultivated Jing Shen Sword has been “sealed” just like this.

The more Mo Hua endures, the angrier he gets; the more he thinks, the more at a loss he feels. He simply jumps back onto the altar, his divine sense sinking into the altar’s nightmare. In a piece of great dao laws’ radiance, he communicates with the divine authority tree, controls the authority, and begins to order a “revenge” on the countless demons at each node of the great wilderness lord divine authority tree.

“Dare to scheme against me… I will eat all of you!”

Before, he still ordered stealthily, afraid of being discovered. Now, he has fought, suffered losses, and met the great wilderness lord’s little sheep cub face to face, and was even tricked. Mo Hua is angry in his heart, so he is not polite at all. He wants to fiercely eat an “overlord meal”!

Strongholds one by one, nightmares one by one, countless demons are all “swept” clean by Mo Hua like a robbery. It’s like a gale sweeping away remnant clouds.

While ordering, Mo Hua is suddenly startled. He seems… to have discovered a big guy. A slightly familiar node before his eyes permeates a trace of fearful aura.