Chapter 969: Injustice Has a Head

Intense, gloomy, and fierce evil thoughts impact and transmit.

At that moment, heaven and earth spun, the four directions changed color, and the divine sense vision field began to distort, deform, and lose color, as if falling into a gloomy deep abyss, causing suffocation. Under the sweep of such enormous evil thoughts, everyone's divine soul trembled. Even those at the peak of the Golden Core stage couldn't endure it. One after another, their eyes lost spirit, their foreheads emitted black qi, and they slowly fell to the ground.

Mo Hua endured the longest, but it was also very difficult. It felt as if a surge of evil thought force was continuously distorting his sea of consciousness space, extracting his divine sense from within himself. Seeing Elder Xun and the others fall to the ground one by one, Mo Hua finally couldn't hold on either.

He gave up resisting, allowing that surge of evil force to extract his divine thought incarnation from his sea of consciousness and bring it into another unknowable realm.

The surrounding scenery resembled mottled images from the hearts of countless people. Five colors and ten rays, strange and bizarre. Full of emotions like splitting, coldness, resentment, and deformation. The world distorted, shattered, blurred, and then rebuilt.

When Mo Hua opened his eyes again, he found himself in an illusory dream demon world. Around him was still a huge temple. This temple was similar to the one he had seen in the real world just now. It was magnificent with gold and jade everywhere, the pavilions were luxurious, and the buildings were solemn, yet it was filled with intense, gloomy, pitch-black evil qi.

Filthy black water soaked the golden pavilions. Evil thoughts spawned rotten flesh hanging from the eaves above. Between the walls were embedded deformed, ugly eye pupils, full of despair, observing something. There were still ghosts in the sky, flying like dark clouds.

Seeing such scenery around him, Mo Hua slightly inhaled cold air, then his gaze became stern, and his thoughts turned: "The corpses of the two Elders are destroyed, the witchcraft is broken, the dragon locks are shattered, the evil fetus must have awakened—"

"Its evil thoughts are too strong. In just an instant, they filled the temple, distorted the real world, and drew everyone's divine sense into its dream."

"The dream demon is the world of the evil fetus. The evil fetus will not die, and the dream demon will not break."

"Everyone is trapped in this dream demon. The only outcome is to be devoured one by one by the evil fetus and become the nourishment for the dream demon—"

"That is to say, this is a death trap—"

"Is this the purpose of that pale-faced, strangely behaving person, the demon?"

"It wants to kill everyone, to let everyone die in this dream demon—"

Mo Hua raised his head and looked at the temple, which was full of the power of an evil god, sacred and solemn, yet corrupt, filthy, and fallen. His expression gradually became solemn. This was the largest and most real evil thought dream demon he had ever seen. The evil thoughts pervading the dream demon were also strong like substance.

Mo Hua's eyebrows were tightly furrowed. "A peak third-grade evil fetus—" Even with his powerful divine sense, transformed divine thoughts, and cultivation of the Tai Xu Gate's God Cutting Sword Style, for a while he didn't know how to kill such a terrifying existence.

Mo Hua frowned in deep thought for a moment, then sighed slightly. "First, find Elder Xun and Master Gu and the others—"

Elder Xun and the others were definitely also drawn into this evil fetus dream demon. Now, he didn't know where they were. Although they were Golden Core, they did not cultivate the divine sense path or divine thought techniques. Their divine thoughts were exposed in such a dangerous evil fetus dream demon, facing extreme danger. Once they encountered danger, their life and death would be hard to predict. Elder Xun and the others were dragged into this evil fetus event because they were trying to save him. Both emotionally and logically, Mo Hua had to ensure their safety.

As for the peak third-grade evil fetus, he would take it one step at a time.

Mo Hua observed the dream, estimated the direction, and began to walk step by step along the front stairs towards the deeper part of the temple. Fortunately, the virtual realm of divine thought is based on the material real realm; there will be differences between the two, but the overall difference is not significant. Mo Hua had already walked the path leading to the final temple in the real world once, and now walking it again, he roughly knew the direction.

The golden stairs were stained with black filthy blood. Mo Hua restrained his breath, hid his divine thoughts, and covered his golden divine marrow, just like an ordinary child, stepping on these stairs and walking upward step by step. Around him, demonic ghosts with strange shapes flew in the sky and scurried on the ground, mad demons dancing wildly. But none of them could detect his divine trace.

Like this, Mo Hua kept walking forward until he reached a golden dao field. This dao field was exactly the same in position and pattern as the one outside, but the only difference was that the dao field no longer had copper figures, but wronged souls bound by copper figures. These wronged souls were trapped inside the copper figures, kowtowing towards the distant temple.

They were struggling, wailing, and mourning. Their physical pain and despair transformed into nourishment, flowing towards the deeper part of the temple. Born as slaves, they suffered exploitation. After death, they became wronged souls, still having their pain and despair thoughts squeezed to supply the evil fetus. This was the operating logic of the temple, and also the truth of Lone Mountain.

A hint of pity appeared in Mo Hua's eyes.

Suddenly, a miserable scream rose. Mo Hua followed the sound and saw several lone souls and wild ghosts who had broken free from the copper figures, their eyes blood-red, saliva flowing, gnawing, tearing, and biting a person like wild dogs. This person was a youth, with a pale and delicate face and weak breath, it was Shen Qing Sheng. At this time, Shen Qing Sheng was panicking, waving the long sword in his hand to drive away the lone souls tearing and biting his body. This long sword was his natal treasure embryo, nurtured for many years. Therefore, it could also manifest in the dream demon, but its power was not strong, at least coping with ordinary ghosts was very difficult.

"Ghosts that broke free from the copper figures are tearing and biting Shen Qing Sheng—" Mo Hua surveyed the surroundings and understood something in his heart. Shen Qing Sheng was the son of Shen Shou Xing. Shen Shou Xing was the main culprit in the pit killing of more than ten thousand loose cultivators in Lone Mountain. There was a cause and effect dripping with blood. Therefore, when Shen Qing Sheng was drawn into the dream demon and fell near this dao field, he immediately angered the surrounding ghosts. Regardless of everything, they desperately broke free from the copper figures and rushed towards Shen Qing Sheng to claim his life. They wanted to swallow him alive and peel him, letting his soul fly and dissipate.

Good and evil have consequences, cause and effect are already set. Mo Hua didn't really want to interfere and was about to leave, but in the moment he turned around, a thought struck him. After thinking for a while, he still decided to save Shen Qing Sheng. He released a thread of pressure to drive away the wronged souls, and with his divine thoughts, he condensed array patterns, sealing these wronged souls back into the copper figures.

The wronged souls dissipated, but Shen Qing Sheng's soul was still unstable. He waved his long sword and shouted in a lost voice: "Get away, you lowly things, you short-lived poor ghosts, don't touch me, get out—" A moment later, Shen Qing Sheng detected that the wronged souls had retreated, his face blank, not knowing what had happened, and then his heart was immediately filled with wild joy.

"It must be the Shen family ancestors' blessing—" Shen Qing Sheng's face was pale, and he muttered, "This ghost place, I can't stay here." He just wanted to run, and when he turned his head, he saw a person in front of him.

"A child?" Shen Qing Sheng's expression was strange. When he saw the face clearly, his pupils suddenly contracted. "You are—Mo Hua?!"

Mo Hua faintly said, "Yes."

"How—how did you end up looking like this?" Shen Qing Sheng was somewhat disbelieving.

"This is a dream realm, dreams have no fixed shape," Mo Hua was too lazy to explain that much and just said simply.

Shen Qing Sheng's gaze was gloomy as he stared at Mo Hua. From the surface, Mo Hua was just an ordinary child with no strength to tie a chicken. Had he degenerated? Should he make a move and kill him at this time? Shen Qing Sheng thought silently in his heart. He and Mo Hua had quite a few grudges. Even this unfortunate matter of Lone Mountain, at its root, was caused by Mo Hua. If it weren't for Mo Hua, he wouldn't have come to Lone Mountain in the first place, and naturally, he wouldn't have been caught by those damned grave robbers, brought to this tomb to suffer, and endure this kind of humiliation and persecution. The source of all this was Mo Hua. He hated Mo Hua to death.

"If I kill him in the dream, I wonder if he will die directly in reality—" Shen Qing Sheng looked at the "young" Mo Hua, his gaze gloomy and fierce. But he also hesitated somewhat. The scene of Mo Hua pit killing that Mister Pi was still vivid in his mind. He had never gained any advantage in Mo Hua's hands. At this time in the dream, although Mo Hua looked weak, there was a hard-to-fathom composure emanating from him. Shen Qing Sheng was not sure for a while whether or not to make a move.

Mo Hua, however, looked at him calmly, not knowing what he was thinking, and finally asked: "How much do you know about the Shen family matters?"

"Shen family matters?"

"The ten thousand people pit."

Shen Qing Sheng's eyelids twitched, "I'm just at the Foundation Building stage, only in my twenties, how could I possibly know about family matters—"

Mo Hua nodded. The wrong had a head, the debt had an owner. He no longer paid attention to Shen Qing Sheng but walked directly towards the dao field filled with copper figures and wronged souls everywhere.

Shen Qing Sheng said in alarm: "Where are you going?"

"The deeper part of the temple."

"Can you get out there?"

"It's possible."

Shen Qing Sheng didn't understand, but Mo Hua was always clever and cunning. The path he walked, even if it wasn't an exit, was at least a path to survival. Here, there were wronged souls who devoured people everywhere. Shen Qing Sheng didn't want to stay here, so he followed behind Mo Hua and walked forward.

Mo Hua walked a few steps, turned his head and looked at him, "You want to follow me?"

Shen Qing Sheng sneered, "The path is right here, if you can walk it, why can't I?"

Mo Hua looked at him silently, nodded and said: "Okay, you can follow me." He pointed a finger, and a shallow golden light manifested into a divine mist array pattern. A part was carved onto Shen Qing Sheng's body, and a part was drawn onto his own body.

"This is an array for hiding breath," Mo Hua said. "Don't mess it up. Once the array breaks and your breath leaks, leading to ghosts tangling your body, no one can save you."

Shen Qing Sheng looked at the golden array patterns on his body, his heart shaking: "This little ghost called Mo Hua can even draw arrays in a dream? It's a good thing I didn't rashly make a move just now—"

"Okay." Shen Qing Sheng nodded.

Mo Hua continued to walk towards the deeper part of the dao field. He had searched the outside and hadn't found any trace of Elder Xun Zi You, Master Gu, and Fan Dian Si. That meant they should be in the deeper part of the temple, which was also where the evil fetus was located.

"I hope Elder Xun and the others are safe and sound—" Mo Hua said silently in his heart.

Thus, Mo Hua walked in front, and Shen Qing Sheng followed behind him. The two of them then walked step by step through the golden copper figure dao field, heading towards the deeper temple. Along the way, golden copper figures were everywhere. Above the copper figures were wronged souls who were bound, sealed, and squeezed for pain and despair, struggling with sorrowful faces. They seemed to also faintly perceive the deep hatred and cause and effect residing within them, just walking past their side. But because of Mo Hua's divine mist array, they couldn't perceive Shen Qing Sheng's breath, so they could only roar in furious anger. Deep like blood hatred was suppressed. Shocking anger was brewing.

Shen Qing Sheng felt more and more uneasy as he walked. Seeing the ugly copper figures and fierce wronged souls around him, he couldn't help but scold: "These things, so ugly and cheap, I really don't know what they're doing standing here—"

Mo Hua couldn't help but stop his steps, slowly turned his head, and looked at Shen Qing Sheng with a slightly cold gaze, "This may all be your Shen family's 'masterpiece'—"

"I don't know what you're talking about—what Shen family masterpiece?" Shen Qing Sheng's face was somewhat uneasy.

"Your dad just now, may have said it himself, one by one," Mo Hua said.

Shen Qing Sheng was startled, "What did my dad say?"

Mo Hua's gaze slightly condensed. Only then did he remember that when Shen Shou Xing revealed the Shen family scandal, this Shen Qing Sheng seemed to have been 'Dao Heart Plant Demon', muddleheaded, and heard nothing. It seemed he didn't know exactly what his dad had done that year. Mo Hua didn't say anything but continued to walk forward.

Under the protection of the divine mist array, the two of them walked for a while longer. The exit of the dao field became closer and closer, and the dragon head gate of the Great Wasteland Temple also vaguely appeared, floating in the distance. But the surrounding yin qi became more and more intense. It seemed that because Shen Qing Sheng was about to safely leave this part of the dao field, these wronged souls vaguely perceived that their hundred years of accumulated resentment, the sea of blood deep hatred, this cause and effect dripping with blood, would never be settled. Therefore, they were all enraged and roared with hatred. They were breaking free from the copper figures regardless of everything, even if their physical bodies were cut apart by the copper figures, even if their limbs were torn, they wouldn't give up. The entire dao field began to shake, and the resentment thoughts of the wronged souls surged like a tide.

Finally, with a breaking sound, a wronged soul tore off a copper figure, but it was cut in half at the waist, only half a body remained. Despite this, it still rushed fiercely towards Mo Hua and the two of them. This was the first one, then the second, the third— The breaking sounds of the restraining copper figures came one after another. More and more wronged souls broke free from their bindings, howling and gathering together like a tide. But with Mo Hua's divine mist array covering them, they couldn't find the 'enemy's' position, so they could only roar in furious anger, forming a dense black cloud that covered the sky. And following the lead of cause and effect, within this black cloud, an even larger, fanged, fierce-faced third-grade fierce ghost slowly manifested its body shape. The perception of a third-grade fierce ghost is much stronger than that of ordinary wronged souls, so it could faintly see the two human figures hidden under the divine mist array.

Life and death fear covered his heart. Shen Qing Sheng's heart pounded with alarm, "Run quickly!" Shen Qing Sheng said with a trembling voice, then started running madly.

Mo Hua followed behind him. The sky full of wronged souls perceived a thread of breath fluctuation and also began to slowly sweep towards them. But in the end, they couldn't catch up. In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Shen Qing Sheng had already run out of the dao field, stepped onto the temple stairs, and left the range where the wronged souls could claim his life.

Shen Qing Sheng let out a long sigh of relief, then turned his head to look at Mo Hua. At this sight, his expression immediately changed dramatically, and he cried out in alarm: "Mo Hua, behind you!"

Mo Hua was startled, turned his head to look, but before he could see anything, a section of sword tip pierced out from his chest. A long sword pierced through the divine mist array patterns on his body and ran through his chest.

Mo Hua slowly turned his head and looked at Shen Qing Sheng. Shen Qing Sheng's features were distorted, and his face was fierce, "Go die, little beast!"

Mo Hua's expression was one of confusion, "Why—"

"Why?" Shen Qing Sheng laughed wildly, "What why? I've wanted to kill you for a long time, do you think I was playing with you? Moreover, although I don't know what my dad told you, you seem to already know the Shen family's secret, so I can't let you leave—"

Mo Hua's pupils slightly shrunk, "You knew about the Shen family matters from the beginning?"

"Isn't that nonsense?" Shen Qing Sheng coldly snorted, "My dad hid it from me and didn't tell me, do you think I couldn't inquire about it?"

"It's just killing people, what's the big deal?"

"Moreover, they were just those lowly mine cultivators, what's the big deal?"

"Can the lives of lower people be called lives?"

Mo Hua said calmly: "Did your dad teach you all this?"

Shen Qing Sheng sneered, "Do I need to be taught this kind of thing?"

"What kind of person am I? I am a direct descendant of the Shen family, born to be above others!"

"Since I am above others, I should have the awareness of being above others."

"Those lowly people are only fit to bow and scrape to me. Even if they are dogs of my Shen family, they still have to look at my face."

"My dad worked hard so that I could live this kind of life, didn't he?"

"The ridiculous thing is, my dad killed so many people that year, his hands full of blood, just to reach the position of a true power Elder, and yet he tells me every day to walk the upright path, cultivate diligently, treat people with kindness, and sympathize with the weak."

Shen Qing Sheng suddenly sneered, "I don't even know what he's teaching me. Does he not feel ridiculous saying these hypocritical words himself?"

"Those lowly loose cultivators, who lived a bitter life, what is there to sympathize with?"

Mo Hua's expression was indifferent, "The prosperity of your Shen family, your luxurious life, are all built upon their poverty and bitterness."

Shen Qing Sheng was startled, then sneered: "That's just their own inability. Whether they are poor or bitter, it's their fate, they deserve it. What does it have to do with my Shen family?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the yin souls in the dao field gathered, hissing and roaring with sharp voices. The huge fierce ghost also emerged.

Mo Hua's chest was pierced by the long sword. Shen Qing Sheng pushed Mo Hua fiercely with his hand, pushing him into the center of the dao field where wronged souls rampaged and yin qi was dense.

"Since you care about these poor ghosts who died in Lone Mountain, then just use yourself to feed them—" Shen Qing Sheng said with a sneer.

Mo Hua's divine mist array shattered, his breath exposed, his chest pierced by the long sword, unable to escape. His thin small body was caught up by tens of thousands of fierce wronged souls, gradually surrounded. The huge terrifying fierce ghost also came behind Mo Hua and opened its bloodthirsty large mouth.

Shen Qing Sheng's face smiled, more and more proud. But in less than an instant, the smile on his face gradually cooled down, replaced by disbelieving alarm. In his eyes, the sky full of fierce wronged souls patrolled and howled around Mo Hua, like a surging tsunami, seemingly wanting to swallow everything. But not a single one dared to truly approach Mo Hua. Even that huge fierce ghost, after opening its blood basin-like mouth towards Mo Hua, seemed to perceive something. In its ugly eye pupils, fear was revealed, and it was slowly retreating backward. Ghosts danced wildly, covering the sky and blocking the sun. But that one small figure stood calmly, untouched by the ten thousand ghosts. As if it were a small King of the Underworld who suppressed the underworld.

A huge chill spread slowly from the bottom of his heart. Shen Qing Sheng's pupils slowly enlarged. He struggled to turn around and run, but a golden light flashed. A golden sword broke through the air, pierced Shen Qing Sheng's leg, and nailed him firmly to the ground. Shen Qing Sheng struggled several times, the more he struggled, the more pain he felt. He hurriedly turned his head back.

Mo Hua had a calm face. He pulled out the sword Shen Qing Sheng had plotted with from his chest, gently pinched it with his fingers, and it turned into powder. "Your Dao Heart is already rotten—"

Shen Qing Sheng's expression was one of alarm. Mo Hua stretched out his fair and delicate palm and grabbed at the void. Pale blue, with a hint of blood-colored evil qi, water light appeared, causing a suffocating water prison technique to condense. It firmly tied up Shen Qing Sheng, then slowly dragged him towards the center of the dao field, dragging him little by little towards the greedy mouths of the ten thousand wronged souls.

"You can settle your dad's account first—"

In Lone Mountain, tens of thousands of miserably dead wronged souls in a room suddenly hissed and roared sharply. The yin wind rolled backward, and they were excited to the point of madness.