Chapter 1071: Divine Sense Cultivator
It was as if the Great Wilderness Lord had heard Mr. Tu's prayers, had caught the scent of the countless living beings of the world—this unbelievably rich "offering." His true body began to descend.
A terrifying whisper sounded by Mr. Tu's ear.
That whisper felt like divine language—indistinct, ambiguous, yet clearer than ever before.
It was the voice of a true god.
Mr. Tu trembled with excitement.
This was the closest he had ever come to the "Divine Lord" in his life, listening to the murmurs of the god.
In that moment, he felt his faith "ascend."
His voice tore with emotion as he trembled and shouted:
"Deliver the vessel!"
Eighteen Jindan-stage body cultivators of the demonic path, their skin etched with flood dragon tattoos and stained jet-black by demonic energy, their bodies strong and muscular, lifted a massive white bone throne and stepped forward with heavy, steady strides toward the high altar of the evil god.
Seated atop the white bone throne was a child.
That child was Yu'er.
He now wore black and crimson ceremonial robes. His complexion was pale, eyes shut tight. The once innocent and handsome features of his face were now tainted with a hint of corruption.
Though his skin appeared pale, the flesh on his back was dark red.
It seemed that Mr. Tu had peeled off his original skin and "sewn" a new one on.
The newly "stitched" skin still bore traces of blood and was etched with obscure runes—forming the shape of a black-green dragon.
Blood of the Karma Dragon.
Skin of the Azure Dragon.
Soul of Purity.
This was the supreme "divine vessel" Mr. Tu had prepared for his god—a vessel of humanity for the Divine Lord.
The eighteen demonic body cultivators bore the bone throne and Yu'er step by step up the altar, placing him before the statue of the white-boned, ram-horned evil god.
Yu'er was offered upon the throne.
And from Yu'er, the Divine Lord would soon hatch.
Then, the heads of the eighteen Jindan body cultivators exploded one by one. Blood and brain matter splattered everywhere.
They were mortal bodies who had stepped into the altar prepared for the descent of an evil god. Unable to bear the divine pressure, their sea of consciousness shattered in an instant, and they died with burst skulls.
The altar of a true god was not a place for mortals.
Even Mr. Tu dared not step upon it.
From the beginning, the deaths of these eighteen cultivators had been inevitable.
But all of it was worth it.
Though their bodies perished, their souls, through sincere devotion, could be reborn as demons in the Divine Lord's kingdom—granted "eternal life."
Their flesh too served as the final "offering." Their blood, bones, and organs were gradually refined by the altar and merged into the formation.
An ancient and malevolent will descended from the heavens, entering Yu'er's sea of consciousness, using his body as a vessel—slowly incubating—awaiting the moment to break free and be reborn.
The Great Wilderness Blood Sacrifice Array trembled violently. Evil energy surged and buzzed like the mournful wails of all living beings across heaven and earth.
Above the heavens, blood-red clouds spread, dyeing the sky crimson like a sea of blood.
Within that sea of blood, deep black began to swirl.
An overwhelming evil will was condensing—like divine thought made flesh—secreting black amniotic fluid.
Mr. Tu's expression grew more frenzied.
The assembled demons also grew maniacal.
But at that moment, above the blood sea on the horizon, seven stars shimmered—and then a cascade of blue starlight descended from the daytime sky, piercing the sea of blood, shining directly upon the colossal, black mass of evil will. The light pierced through it, cut through the formation, reached into the blood maze, into the bone hall, onto the altar—illuminating Yu'er's face.
Those seven beams of starlight formed a prison of light—like a Seven-Star Cage—suppressing the Great Wilderness Array, stalling the evil god's incubation, and temporarily preserving Yu'er's humanity from being consumed.
The Northern Dipper Seven Stars Formation!
Mr. Tu was both shocked and furious.
"To obstruct my great plan… to blaspheme the Divine Lord… unforgivable!"
Just as he was about to activate the formation, his expression suddenly shifted. He performed a calculation with his fingers, paused for a moment in stunned silence, then let out a cold laugh:
"So that's it… a mother and child connection?"
The battle between righteous and demonic paths raged. The blood sacrifice array concealed the sky. The Seven-Star Formation added further chaos. Qi and fate surged wildly.
On top of that, Master Situ had been deliberately obscuring the truth—making it impossible for Mr. Tu to calculate certain things until now.
But now that events had begun and the veil had lifted…
With the Divine Lord's rebirth nearing, Mr. Tu's sense for evil grew sharper, allowing him to roughly perceive Qianxue's plan through Situ's interference.
Mr. Tu's expression darkened, then he sneered:
"Ignorant mortals… do you not know the terror of the Divine Lord?"
"If you wish to die—then come. A tribute delivered to the door is not to be wasted."
"And besides…"
To consume mother and child together… would also sever karmic ties.
Eliminate all future trouble.
"No one can stop the descent of the Divine Lord!"
"Not even the gods!"
With a cold glint in his eye, Mr. Tu stepped forward to the altar, knelt before a prayer mat woven from human hair, bowed three times, then opened a ritual altar and began chanting incantations, borrowing the will of the evil god to empower the blood rite.
The blood sacrifice array alone was insufficient. He would enter a dream through his soul, summoning the Divine Lord's servants.
And through the Great Wilderness Blood Rite's shamanic rituals, he would contend with the Northern Dipper Seven Stars Formation, weakening the suppression from the stars and hastening the Divine Lord's rebirth.
But the shamanic blood rite required his evil will to leave his body.
His primordial spirit would have to depart—and any misstep could lead to a deadly backlash.
He would need someone to guard his body—and a soul lamp to protect his spirit.
Mr. Tu lit a soul lantern, then selected three trusted late-stage Jindan demon cultivators, and summoned seven powerful blood-flesh demons bound to his life. He instructed:
"Guard my body. Protect my soul lantern. Let nothing disturb me."
"Yes."
"Understood."
The demon cultivators bowed. The blood-flesh demons hissed and flicked their tongues.
The ten powerful beings spread out, forming a tight defense around Mr. Tu.
The soul lantern burned with a bloody glow, enveloping Mr. Tu.
The Great Wilderness Blood Rite began to operate. The blood sea churned violently. Strands of blood weaved upward, entangling with the starlight of the Seven-Star Formation.
The blood threads tainted the starlight.
The starlight shredded the blood threads.
Though the Northern Dipper Seven Stars Formation was powerful, it could not withstand the joint power of the Great Wilderness Blood Sacrifice Array and the shamanic blood rite.
Its power began to wane.
Evil energy surged once more at the edge of the sky.
On the altar, Yu'er's face darkened further with blackish-blue tones. The Azure Dragon skin was fusing with him. The evil god was beginning to hatch from within his soul, slowly taking over his body...
…
At the same time, outside the Blood Sacrifice Grand Formation—
The final battle was about to erupt.
The Dao Court Division, the noble families, the various sects, and Foundation Establishment and Core Formation cultivators from all over the Nine Provinces who had come to witness the event were gathered like a tidal wave outside the Blood Sacrifice Formation, ready to launch an all-out assault on the Arhatian Blood Sacrifice Formation.
Among them were many familiar faces to Mo Hua.
Gu Changhuai and other Divisional Elders from the Dao Court Division, many Executive Elders, Zhang Lan from the Zhang family, a group of elders from the Taixu Sect, many Core Formation elders and disciples of the Gu family, and cultivators from other major sects.
The Sect Masters of various sects in the Ascension Realm, and even some Grand Elders of the Ascension Realm, were also stationed here.
Within the third-grade province boundary, those in the Ascension Realm could not unleash their full strength, but their power was still undeniably superior to Core Formation cultivators.
As for the demonic side—
There were Ascension Realm cultivators from the Yin Corpse Valley, an old sword slave from the Demon Sword Sect, also stationed above.
Below them were demonic cultivators from various sects, and the countless corpse puppets they had painstakingly refined in recent days: walking corpses, iron corpses, copper corpses, and the blood slaves, sword slaves, and lust slaves they enslaved…
As well as countless flesh-and-blood demons emerging from the blood-rich underground ley lines.
Orthodox and demonic paths could not coexist.
At the sound of a single command, in an instant, both sides clashed—like two giant waves crashing head-on into each other, intertwining, forming a whirlpool of slaughter.
Deafening spiritual flows roared.
The clash of Daoist techniques and demonic arts, spiritual tools and evil artifacts, resounded in succession.
Though slaughter would feed the evil intent of the grand formation, at this moment, no one could afford to worry about that.
Moreover, the goal of the Qianxue cultivators wasn't to kill all the demonic cultivators.
There were simply too many of them to wipe out in one go.
Their real objective was to destroy the Arhatian Blood Sacrifice Formation and disrupt the resurrection of the evil god.
As long as they could break through the encirclement and breach the formation, the Qianxue cultivators would immediately bring out self-detonating spiritual weapons or explosive talismans to indiscriminately bombard the foundation of the Blood Sacrifice Formation.
The battle was fierce to the extreme.
But the seated sect masters and Ascension Realm elders all knew—the current battlefield, though intense, was not the true decisive front.
The real turning point was in a place they could not see.
The outcome in the spiritual consciousness realm would determine the fate of this entire "war."
——
Qianxue Province.
Inside a great hall in the Sword-Watching Pavilion.
A mysterious Seven-Star Formation had been laid out on the ground. Brilliant sapphire starlight soared upward, piercing the bloody sky and illuminating the depths of a certain ley line.
Immortal Master Situ placed a treasure shaped like a geomantic compass at the center of the North Dipper Seven-Star Formation.
This treasure was the Great Dream Heaven Lead, an ancient relic passed down by the Mysterious Secrets Valley. According to legend, its origins could be traced back to the now-vanished "Marsh of Yunmeng."
At the core of the Great Dream Heaven Lead was a pristine white skull of an unknown divine beast.
Surrounding the skull were rotating celestial rings, emitting a faint, translucent lavender glow.
This artifact could manifest a person's spiritual consciousness, trace causes and effects, and guide them into dreams.
Immortal Master Situ then took out a golden talisman shaped like a three-petal Other Shore Flower and said to Wenren Wan:
"This is the Dream-Lead Talisman. Embed it into your heavenly gate, and it will use your sea of consciousness to connect with the dreams of someone who shares your blood and heart."
"This process will cause immense pain to your sea of consciousness and may result in irreversible damage."
Wenren Wan's gaze was resolute as she gave a slight nod.
Immortal Master Situ's expression was filled with reluctance, but he still embedded the Dream-Lead Talisman into Wenren Wan's forehead.
Immediately, blood began to flow from her forehead.
The blood fused into the talisman, which then began to emit a golden glow, flickering with signs of various illusions and dreamscapes.
And with it came excruciating pain.
Her sea of consciousness felt as though it were being torn apart.
Wenren Wan's face turned deathly pale in an instant. The pain only intensified, as though a blade were chiseling into her sea of consciousness, each cut a soul-rending agony.
Her entire body trembled, cold sweat beading, but she clenched her teeth and endured with all her strength.
Several times she nearly lost control, but each time, she silently recited "Yu'er" in her heart, thinking of her child's innocent face, of the way he called her "Mother" so trustingly—and in those moments, all pain seemed to dissolve.
Her unwavering determination moved every cultivator present.
Time passed, minute by minute.
The "bridge of consciousness" to connect with the dream was slowly extending and constructing from Wenren Wan's mind.
The process was long and agonizing.
Immortal Master Situ looked on with worry. He had expected the process to be painful—but not this painful.
He also feared that if something went wrong, all their efforts would be in vain.
If that happened, not only would the evil god remain undefeated and the child unsaved, but Wenren Wan's suffering would have been for nothing.
Situ's brow furrowed deeply with concern.
Fortunately, after an unknown amount of time, the Dream-Lead Talisman shone with brilliant golden light. A bridge of spiritual consciousness was finally completed.
A thread of blood, thicker than water, extended deep into the golden bridge, leading to an unknown dream.
And within the North Dipper Seven-Star Formation, the apparatus of the Great Dream Heaven Lead began to glow and slowly rotate, supported by the mysterious power of the divine beast, continuously stabilizing the dream-bridge.
It was done!
Immortal Master Situ's eyes lit up. He immediately formed a seal and sent a strand of spiritual thought into the Dream Heaven Lead. Using the artifact's power, he fed back nourishment to Wenren Wan's sea of consciousness, while placing a pain-relieving and spirit-restoring pill into her mouth.
The pain vanished from her expression, and she slowly closed her eyes, falling into a deep sleep.
It seemed… she had entered the dream, seeking her one and only child.
"…It's done."
Immortal Master Situ let out a long breath, then turned to the row of thirteen cultivators behind him. Their appearances and robes were all different, but each had eyes filled with light and an aura of profound cultivation.
"We can enter the dream now."
Including Realman Situ, there were a total of fourteen people—these were the chosen ones for this operation to "slay" the evil god.
The Great Dream Summoning Technique could only "summon" a limited number of people.
And Wenren Wan's "Bridge of Consciousness" could also only bear so much burden.
Thus, fourteen was the absolute limit for this "god-slaying" mission.
These fourteen had naturally been selected with the utmost care.
Among them, ten were at the Ascension (Yuhua) stage, and four were at the Hollow Void (Dongxu) stage—all possessed considerable research and experience in the Dao of Divine Thought.
Among the ten Ascended, there were sect disciples, wandering Daoists, monks, a white-robed female cultivator, an old crone, three brothers, and a burly man covered in talisman tattoos...
Some of these cultivators were guest elders of major sects across Qianxue Prefecture, having delved deeply into the study of Divine Dao.
Some were visiting cultivators from other regions with inherited knowledge of the Divine Path.
Others were wandering free cultivators who had traveled through various regions. In their youth, they had fortuitous encounters that blessed them with great fortune and enabled them to comprehend unique Divine Dao techniques. Since then, they had roamed the world, eliminating evil and accumulating karmic merit.
As for the other four Hollow Void cultivators:
One was the old patriarch of the Great Luo Sect.
Though he had a bad temper and didn't get along with the Tai Xu Sect, he had always hated evil with passion. Moreover, he had long been obsessed with the Tai Xu Sect's Divine Thought Sword Technique, and had developed some of his own methods in this vein.
Whether they were effective or not was unclear—but at least they were usable.
Another was the old patriarch of the Lesser Spirit Sect, one of the hundred sects of Qianxue Prefecture.
He had some knowledge of Divine Thought combat techniques and, being advanced in age, knew his lifespan was limited. Thus, he hoped to secure a future for his sect.
If this plan failed and he died, so be it.
But if it succeeded and Qianxue Prefecture survived, then regardless of whether he lived or died, he would have done his part.
The Lesser Spirit Sect was also promised a position among the upper-tier of the hundred sects of Qianxue, with a significantly increased share of spirit stones.
This was the last thing he could do for his sect.
The remaining two included one patriarch of the Twelve Streams Sect, and another Hollow Void cultivator from a mid-tier sect in Kun Prefecture.
Other Hollow Void patriarchs from Qianxue Prefecture, though stronger in cultivation, were not suited to take such a risk.
Some of them had cultivated techniques involving fate and causality, but were only proficient in divination—not skilled in using divine thought to exorcise evil or engage in combat.
Every art has its specialization.
Especially now—the opponent was an "evil god."
To send Hollow Void cultivators ignorant of Divine Dao into contact with such a being would be far more dangerous.
By then, friend or foe—it would be hard to tell.
Moreover, most of the Hollow Void patriarchs in Qianxue were high-ranking elders, carrying the weight of their clans or sects. They could not risk their lives so easily.
The ten Ascended cultivators had strong divine senses, each skilled in one or two high-level divine thought techniques.
The four Hollow Void cultivators were slightly weaker in technique, but their divine senses were immensely powerful.
Thus, these fourteen were the strongest Divine Thought cultivators that Qianxue Prefecture could currently gather.
In fact, in normal circumstances, this Divine Dao force would already be considered extraordinarily strong—perhaps even "invincible."
Yet Realman Situ still felt heavy-hearted.
After all, their opponent this time wasn't some ordinary evil spirit.
Once all preparations were complete and Realman Situ was ready to move, he was suddenly stopped by Elder Xun.
Elder Xun looked at Realman Situ, pondered for a moment, and slowly said, "Let me go."
He was a fifth-grade Formation Master, having studied formations his whole life. In his later years, he had also spent considerable effort learning techniques of fate and causality. Though not as strong in combat, his Hollow Void-level divine sense would undoubtedly be helpful.
More importantly, he could not set his mind at ease about Mo Hua.
Realman Situ shook his head. "Senior Xun, I need you to preside over the Northern Dipper Seven-Star Formation. Besides…"
He lowered his voice, "With the three Tai Xu Mountains merged, your position is vital—we cannot be without you…"
Realman Situ and Elder Xun had a personal connection.
They had once discussed the arts of fate together and exchanged insights on cultivation. They were mentor and friend to each other, and usually addressed each other as equals—only in formal settings did they follow courtesy in titles.
Elder Xun sighed gently and did not insist.
Realman Situ hesitated for a moment, something lingering on his mind. At last, he asked softly, "Senior Dugu… he…"
Elder Xun's gaze dimmed, and he shook his head.
Realman Situ felt a deep sense of regret.
He had thought long and hard, and believed that the only Divine Thought sword technique with a solid chance of killing the evil god was the ancient, most fearsome and powerful one passed down by the Tai Xu Sect: the Divine Sword Transformation of Divine Thought.
And it had to be practiced to the absolute peak—to where all one's sword intent was fused into one final divine thought sword strike:
The God-Slaying Sword.
If this move were executed with Hollow Void divine sense—or even just Ascension-level divine sense—there was a real possibility of completely destroying the newborn, undeveloped evil god embryo in its cradle.
Unfortunately...
The only person who had ever cultivated this sword art to the "God-Slaying" realm—Senior Dugu—was now trapped within the Sword Tomb, like a dying candle in the wind.
This sword technique had been sealed away, never to see the light of day again.
And among the current Tai Xu cultivators above the Ascension realm, not a single one could wield the Divine Thought Sword.
Realman Situ was filled with emotion. Thinking of the once peerless and radiant Elder Dugu of the Tai Xu Sect, who had suppressed an entire generation with a single sword, now reduced to such a state—it made him mourn for a kindred spirit.
Those who walked the Divine Thought path always became entangled in karmic consequences they should never have touched. In the end, few met a good end. Even hoping for a peaceful death seemed like a luxury.
Realman Situ sighed and said no more. He solemnly cupped his hands toward Elder Xun.
This farewell—life and death were uncertain.
If they died, they died. And even if they lived—who was to say they truly lived?
Elder Xun also returned the bow with a heavy heart.
The other Hollow Void elders likewise stood up, bowing to Realman Situ and the thirteen Ascension and Hollow Void cultivators.
Realman Situ and the others returned the gesture.
Afterward, everything proceeded according to plan.
Thirteen Divine Thought cultivators, led by Realman Situ, stepped into the Xuantian Northern Dipper Seven-Star Formation. Through the Great Dream Summoning, with minds connected like mother and child, and divine senses bridged, their souls left their bodies together—invading the evil god's newborn nightmare, hoping to strangle this world-dooming fetus in its cradle…
(End of this Chapter)