Chapter 1086: Divine Miracle
Mo Hua held Yu'er in his arms and plunged into the abyss. In an instant, their two tiny figures were swallowed by the tide of countless blood-and-flesh demons.
"Divine Lord!"
Mr. Tu's pupils contracted sharply. Without any hesitation, he also leapt into the bottomless abyss filled with endless demons.
Shangguan Wang hesitated slightly.
These demons were aberrant beasts raised within the Blood River. They obeyed only the command of the Evil God, and aside from that, their only nature was bloodlust and slaughter.
No other cultivator—Mr. Tu included—could command them.
And this was the domain of the Third-Grade Province. The Heavenly Dao imposed restrictions; even Ascended cultivators could not fly. To leap into the abyss meant to be torn apart by these blood-drenched monstrosities.
But the desire for immortality ran deep, to the marrow.
And faith in the Divine Lord—utter and unwavering—was deeply rooted in Shangguan Wang's heart.
After only a moment's hesitation, he drew his sword, stepped into the air, and leapt into the abyss.
The elder of the Demon Sword Sect and the Ascended from the Yin Corpse Valley, upon seeing this, also jumped in one after another.
One coveted Yu'er, the fetus of the Evil God.
The other desired both Yu'er and Mo Hua, who carried a karmic link to the King of Corpses.
Four Ascended cultivators plunged into the abyss, descending into a sea of demons.
An endless swarm of bloody flesh demons, driven by instinct, surged toward the four Ascended. In the blink of an eye, the four carved through them with blood-talons, sword qi, golden corpses, and demon blades, tearing their enemies limb from limb.
Blood drenched the ground, and the spreading blood stench only drew in more demons—an unceasing tide.
The demons were like crashing waves.
And the four Ascended cultivators were like reefs standing amid the tide.
They clashed head-on with the waves of demon attacks, slaughtering all that came near without leaving a single claw behind.
At the same time, the four spread out their divine senses, desperately searching the bottom of the abyss for traces of Mo Hua and Yu'er.
They couldn't understand why Mo Hua had gone mad and jumped into the abyss himself.
They were also deeply worried that Yu'er might have perished in the mouths of these demons.
Though Yu'er was the Evil God's fetus and theoretically the master of these demons, which should make them incapable of harming her...
The Evil God had only recently been born and was not yet fully fused. In such a situation, anything could happen.
If the divine fetus were devoured and destroyed, the Evil God would lose its physical vessel and spiral out of control.
They would then be guilty of blasphemy, and all their long-planned schemes would be for naught.
Thus, Mr. Tu, Shangguan Wang, the Yin Corpse Valley Ascended, and the elder of the Demon Sword Sect—all powerful Ascended cultivators—wore grave expressions, their hearts filled with anxiety.
Suddenly, a foul wind swept by, and a demon lunged at them.
Mr. Tu's hand transformed into a bone spike, piercing the demon through and casually tossing it aside. As he looked ahead, his pupils suddenly contracted.
Mo Hua!
At the bottom of the abyss, near a cliff face, Mo Hua stood at the base of a ledge, holding Yu'er.
Around him were numerous grotesque demons.
These demons didn't attack but instead roared at him continuously—whether in fear, in challenge, or perhaps…
"Submission?"
Mr. Tu's heart skipped a beat.
In the next moment, a wave of divine will spread forth, as if a "sovereign" had issued a command.
Countless demons voluntarily crawled to Mo Hua's feet, using their own bodies to build a bridge and lift him upward.
Mr. Tu's expression changed drastically, and he transformed into a gust of blood wind, charging toward Mo Hua.
Shangguan Wang, the Yin Corpse Valley Ascended, and the Demon Sword Sect elder also unleashed their techniques—some aiming to seize Yu'er from Mo Hua's arms, others aiming to capture Mo Hua himself.
Just then, Mo Hua turned his gaze on them.
In his eyes swirled gold, black, and white—cold and divine, yet sinister like a celestial demon.
The four felt a chill in their hearts.
Then, Mo Hua slowly raised a hand, pointed at them, and lightly uttered:
"Go."
The single word was softly spoken but heavy as a mountain, imbued with supreme majesty.
In an instant, a rumble echoed through the abyss—it began to boil.
Countless flesh demons, as though receiving the Divine Lord's command, threw themselves forward, stacking upon each other to form terrifying waves of demonic force from both sides of the abyss, surging in to encircle and annihilate the four Ascended.
In just a flash, the demonic tsunami engulfed them.
One demon after another fearlessly pounced on Mr. Tu, who dismembered and shredded them, but the next wave followed instantly.
He slaughtered them, wave after wave, but the more he killed, the more surged forth.
Eventually, he was buried alive by the very demons he had once raised.
Through a crack between the demons, Mr. Tu caught one last glimpse of Mo Hua in the distance.
In the depths of this blood-drenched abyss where no light could reach, blood surged against the flow.
Mo Hua stood calmly, holding Yu'er in his arms.
The countless demons around him bowed in submission.
Even more demons crawled voluntarily beneath his feet, forming a stairway with their bodies to raise him up—lifting him out of the endless abyss.
At that moment, Mo Hua, holding supreme authority, appeared to be the master of all these demons—
The true Divine Lord of the Great Wilderness!
He was the true Evil God of the Great Wilderness!
That scene burned into Mr. Tu's eyes, shaking him to his core with disbelief.
In that shock, Mr. Tu was completely swallowed by the demonic tide and fell into darkness.
The same fate befell Shangguan Wang and the other two; they were all consumed by the sea of demons.
Yet the myriad demons continued to offer their flesh as steps, lifting Mo Hua ever higher.
Just like that, Mo Hua was raised by the reverent horde of demons, rising steadily until he reached the edge of the abyss cliff.
Mo Hua, holding Yu'er, stepped off the stairway of demons onto the cliff's edge. He looked back one final time, softly whispered a command, then turned and walked away without looking back.
Behind him, countless demons gnawed at the earth and stone, and the cliff collapsed inch by inch.
The entire entrance to Yanluo Mountain was completely sealed by the falling rock...
Leaving Yanluo Mountain, the world opened wide.
At last, Mo Hua had escaped the nightmare of the Evil God—from the deepest depths of the Blood Sacrifice Formation of the Wild Heaven, from the hands of four Ascended, hundreds of demonic Golden Core cultivators, and a swarm of devil cultivators.
He had finally rescued the divine fetus, Yu'er, and escaped alive.
After so many days imprisoned, he finally saw daylight again.
Mo Hua looked up at the sky.
But the sky was still red, evil aura thick as clouds, a sea of blood blotting out the heavens—no sunlight in sight.
Mo Hua pinched his fingers in calculation, silently muttering:
"Soon..."
Yu'er, after falling into the abyss, had fainted temporarily.
Mo Hua did not hesitate any longer. He carried the unconscious Yu'er on his back, and just like that, step by step, he left Yanluo Mountain, left behind the Wild Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation, and walked toward the realm of Qianxue Province.
...
Back in the abyss of Yanluo Mountain…
Yanluo Mountain, in the abyss.
The demons rioted, and demonic energy surged violently.
After Mo Hua left, who knew how much time had passed before the riot finally subsided slightly.
Suddenly, a gloomy golden light appeared. A golden corpse slaughtered all the surrounding demons.
Then came the evil aura of the demonic sword, and an overwhelming wave of bloodlust.
The Emissary of Yin Corpse Valley, the elder of the Demonic Sword Sect, Shangguan Wang, and Mister Tu—these four cultivators at the Emissary (Yuhua) Realm—one after another, climbed out from the abyss.
Being swallowed by the tide of demons and gnawed by bloody mouths was not enough to truly end their lives.
However, their bodies were covered in scars, and flesh was torn and ragged, clearly showing they had suffered heavy injuries.
The Emissary Realm was that of a true master; not so easily slain.
In any ordinary province, an Emissary cultivator was already a top-tier powerhouse.
In some mid-level clans or sects, an Emissary was considered an ancestral patriarch.
In fact, in some small provinces, an Emissary cultivator could found an entire sect.
But now, these four Emissary-level figures were battered and furious.
They wanted Yu'er.
Seizing the divine embryo to command the demonic path—every one of them wanted that power.
But as the snipe and clam fought, the fisherman profited. In the end, their plans were overturned, and a mysterious, unfathomable Foundation Establishment brat swooped in and snatched the prize.
Beyond anger, a trace of chill settled in their hearts.
Especially that final scene—Mo Hua holding the evil fetus, commanding the demon tide—left a deep impression on all the Emissaries present.
The elder of the Demonic Sword Sect narrowed his sharp eyes at Mister Tu and questioned:
"Mr. Tu, about that boy—are you hiding something from us?"
"Ordinary young cultivators at his age, no matter how talented or gifted, couldn't possibly possess such means."
"Seizing a divine being, seeing through hearts, commanding legions of demons…"
"This kind of behavior could only be described as a 'miracle.'"
"Who exactly is that boy?"
Mister Tu was silent for a moment, then slowly replied, "He… is not human."
The elder's eyes twitched. "What do you mean?"
Mister Tu no longer concealed anything and said flatly:
"That boy named 'Mo Hua' is also a divine being. No—more precisely, within him resides a terrifying fierce god. He is the puppet vessel of that fierce god."
The Demonic Sword Sect elder's expression changed dramatically.
The Emissary from Yin Corpse Valley's muddled eyes suddenly gleamed with clarity.
Shangguan Wang was also visibly shocked.
As an elder of the Shangguan family, he had known of Mo Hua early on. At first, he thought the boy was just a lucky rogue cultivator—a formation-obsessed eccentric. Who would have thought that he too was a "divine embryo"?
A vessel of a fierce god.
No wonder Mister Tu feared him so much. No wonder the Divine Lord trusted him completely.
No wonder every word and action from him felt like a "miracle"…
The Yin Corpse Valley Emissary coldly said, "Such an important matter—why didn't you inform us sooner?"
Had he known earlier, he would've done whatever it took to seize Mo Hua for himself.
Mister Tu could see his thoughts clearly and only sneered in silence.
The atmosphere was heavy. After a while, the Demonic Sword elder spoke slowly:
"We must first find a way to retrieve the Divine Lord. We cannot let him fall into Qianxue's hands. And if he remains with that so-called divine embryo named Mo Hua—it could be extremely dangerous…"
"At this moment, we should cast aside old grudges. We of the demonic path must unite."
The expressions of those present remained calm, though each had different thoughts. But none objected.
Everyone here was a seasoned demonic cultivator at the Emissary Realm—some had once been power-wielding elders of great clans. Their eyes saw only profit; petty conflicts and grudges meant little to them.
Even though moments ago they had fought each other for control over the Divine Lord, now with the situation changed, they naturally put aside their differences to work together.
"Agreed," Mister Tu nodded.
The Yin Corpse Valley Emissary asked, "Mister Tu, what's the plan now?"
Mister Tu answered flatly, "We are of the demonic path. There is only one word for our way… Kill!"
"Though there were some accidents and our plan deviated, the Divine Lord has indeed descended. That is beyond doubt."
"All we need to do now is push forward with the original plan."
His eyes grew cold. "Fully expand the Blood Sacrifice Formation. Form alliances, complete the blockade, and launch an all-out assault on the Qianxue Province—create massive slaughter."
"The more we kill, the heavier the karma, and the stronger the formation."
"Once we break Qianxue and seize the spirit mines of Qianlong Mountain, this entire world will become a breeding ground for evil will—a sky dyed red in blood…"
"At that time, the Divine Lord will surely return."
"Of course, before that, I'll use the labyrinth core of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation to keep locating the Divine Lord's position—to reclaim him as soon as possible."
The Yin Corpse Valley Emissary nodded. "If we take Qianxue, I'll forge a Corpse City, using the bodies of the Vajra Sect and Dragon Cauldron Sect's body cultivators to feed my Golden Corpse."
The Demonic Sword elder's eyes gleamed:
"I'll build a Sword Slave Mountain right on the grounds of the Taixu Three Mountains. I'll use the sword Dao fortune of Qianxue's top ancient sect to nurture my Demonic Sword Sect's ancient devil swords."
Mister Tu nodded, "Good."
Shangguan Wang's gaze was cold. "I will… become the head of the Shangguan family, and establish a clan of the demonic path."
Mister Tu nodded again. "Naturally."
Having come to an agreement, the four Emissaries turned and left Yanluo Mountain as if nothing had happened, heading deep into the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation.
They were preparing to continue activating the formation and complete their unfinished demonic ambition.
If they succeeded, they would establish a demonic foundation for the ages.
Even if they failed, they could still use the formation to cause untold slaughter and carve a bloody chunk out of Qianxue Province.
Even if the formation was ultimately destroyed, the Emissaries could still escape—and using their experience, spread this entire blood sacrificial method throughout the cultivation world—letting all beings know the despair and fear brought by the Divine Lord…
The Divine Lord had left for now—but would return eventually.
To undertake the great cause of the demonic path, the road was destined to be twisted, the future drenched in darkness.
The four were lost in grand ambition.
But just a few steps in, Mister Tu's eyes narrowed. He sensed something and asked:
"Why has Qianxue gone quiet all of a sudden?"
"They've all withdrawn," said the Demonic Sword elder.
"Withdrawn?" Mister Tu's pupils contracted. He sensed something off. "Why would they withdraw?"
The Yin Corpse Valley Emissary sneered, "A bunch of useless lapdogs of the Dao Court—those righteous sects have all gone soft. It's only natural they'd shrink away in a life-and-death struggle like this."
"They're only useless when there's no gain," Mister Tu shook his head. "Once profit is involved, the Dao Court becomes a pack of mad dogs. The Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation shakes their very foundation—they would never retreat out of fear. Something strange is going on…"
The Yin Corpse Valley Emissary's eyes turned cold. "Qianxue is planning something big? They want to wipe us out in one fell swoop?"
"Not impossible…" Mister Tu frowned, a trace of dread flickering in his gaze. "Don't underestimate those ancient 'Old Ancestors' of Qianxue. They are the true foundations of their sects and clans—deep and unfathomable in their schemes…"
"Then…"
Mr. Tu suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. He said in a deep voice, "Have all demonic sect disciples hold their ground—no one is to leave…"
His gaze trembled slightly. "I need to investigate something further…"
Qianxue Province, Sword-Watching Tower.
A group of Hollow Void Patriarchs stood watching the grand and imposing Blood Sacrifice Formation and the boundless sea of blood surging at the horizon. Their brows were still tightly furrowed.
"So much time has passed, and yet everything remains calm. Why exactly are we withdrawing from the Blood Sacrifice Formation?"
"This was True Person Situ's instruction."
"Is he truly still 'True Person Situ'? Is it possible he's already been corrupted, and we've all fallen into the evil god's trap?"
"The evil god exists as a divine consciousness—it's adept at beguiling the mind. We must not let our guard down…"
"Strike evil at its root—hesitation will cost us the initiative."
"Whether the evil god has truly been slain or suppressed is still unknown. Charging in recklessly now is unwise."
"Our foundation here has stood for thousands—even tens of thousands—of years. We cannot risk it."
"It's exactly because of this age-old foundation that we must seize the moment and eradicate this remaining cancer of the demonic path—wipe out this malignant formation before it festers and becomes uncontrollable."
"If the Blood Sacrifice Formation remains unbroken, the losses will only grow. More cultivators will die. Once the Dao Court demands accountability, we'll have no answer."
One Hollow Void Patriarch sneered, "The Dao Court is probably just waiting for something disastrous to happen in Qianxue Province so they can step in and take control…"
"Silence. Do not speak such words."
"The matter of the evil god is veiled in mystery and illusion—difficult to grasp. For now, we must wait for True Person Situ to awaken and explain everything…"
"We have no other choice…"
The grand hall of the Sword-Watching Tower grew momentarily quiet.
The Hollow Void Patriarchs were filled with worry, but their expressions remained stern and unreadable as they waited.
No one knew how much time had passed before the previously meditating patriarchs opened their eyes one after another and turned toward True Person Situ, lying within the Seven-Star Formation.
They had sensed a spiritual fluctuation.
Severely wounded in the soul and having slept for a long time, True Person Situ was finally awakening. Slowly, his eyes opened.
Elder Xun, who had been maintaining the Northern Dipper Seven-Star Formation to suppress the Blood Sacrifice Formation—and had also channeled a strand of starlight to nourish True Person Situ's soul—finally let out a breath of relief.
Though True Person Situ's face was still pale as paper, there was a glimmer of spirit in his eyes.
Time was tight. After a brief exchange of greetings, the elders asked the most crucial question:
"True Person Situ, what exactly happened inside the evil god's nightmare?"
"What happened to the true body of the evil god?"
"Why must Qianxue's cultivators withdraw from the Blood Sacrifice Formation?"
"In the nightmare…" True Person Situ began to speak, but his heart suddenly jolted. He realized—he absolutely could not speak of Mo Hua.
Mo Hua's existence… his crushing of the fiend, his devouring of the evil god—these things were far too terrifying.
Had he not seen it with his own eyes, even True Person Situ would never have believed it.
If he said this out loud, it would shake the world to its core—and for Mo Hua, it would bring not fortune, but calamity.
He must not say it!
Setting aside the immense karmic weight surrounding Mo Hua, the fact that the boy had saved his life alone made this something he could not reveal.
True Person Situ hesitated visibly.
The Hollow Void Patriarchs exchanged glances, their expressions darkening. They realized that Situ had a secret—something that could not be shared.
Their gazes grew deeper.
True Person Situ felt as if he were sitting on needles. But he had no choice but to grit his teeth and say:
"The evil god matter… is temporarily resolved. As for withdrawing from the Blood Sacrifice Formation… there's a karmic reason behind it…"
"What karmic reason?" a patriarch pressed.
True Person Situ shook his head and said bitterly, "For now… I cannot say."
Because time had been short, and Mo Hua hadn't told him either.
And even if there was a secret, Mo Hua likely couldn't speak it aloud, or it would reveal a heavenly secret.
Everyone frowned.
They could see that Situ himself didn't fully understand the matter.
Some of the Hollow Void Patriarchs who had previously opposed the withdrawal now sneered with veiled mockery:
"So, True Person Situ, you're saying that even you don't understand the reason, and yet you expect us to retreat?"
True Person Situ felt awkward, but still said:
"I can't explain the cause… but the withdrawal must happen. Otherwise… I fear the consequences will be dire…"
When Mo Hua spoke to him, his expression had been extremely serious—clearly, the matter was no small thing.
True Person Situ didn't know why, but he had a strange, unwavering trust in Mo Hua.
One Hollow Void cultivator sneered, "The war between righteous and demonic paths involves the life and death of the province, the fate of Qianxue, the lives of countless beings. Some vague karmic cause cannot serve as justification."
"If not for this, with our momentum earlier, perhaps we would have already broken through the Blood Sacrifice Formation and extinguished this demonic catastrophe. How could we have missed such an opportunity?"
Another patriarch nodded. "Now that we wish to attack again, who knows how many disciples must die?"
"If we sit back and allow the Blood Sacrifice Formation to operate, countless more will die as well."
"We've missed our window. Whether we attack or defend now, we're at a disadvantage."
"If disaster strikes, the consequences will be unimaginable." A patriarch from the Broken Gold Sect coldly echoed.
True Person Situ felt an overwhelming pressure weighing on him like a mountain—but the matter of Mo Hua… he simply couldn't say it.
Just then, he suddenly remembered the Great Void Divine Thought Sword Technique that Mo Hua had used and realized something. He turned his gaze to Elder Xun of the Great Void Sect.
Elder Xun sensed Situ's gaze, and his heart skipped a beat—he immediately understood.
Mo Hua…
Those words truly came from Mo Hua?!
In a war of this scale, where decisions affect the outcome of the entire campaign and the lives of countless cultivators—how could a mere Foundation Establishment disciple send a message for Situ to act on?!
He actually dared!
But why dare?
Elder Xun's brow furrowed deeply. Then, a sudden chill surged through his entire body. His eyes snapped to the distant Blood Sacrifice Formation.
It was still blood-red, seemingly unchanged.
But the world around him had become like the depths of winter—bleak and deathly.
In the vision of karma, it was as if thousands upon thousands of savage souls were howling, roaring, struggling in terror. Boundless dark clouds blanketed the heavens, coalescing into a vortex of life and death. Like the hells of the Nine Netherworlds suspended upside down, it loomed at the edge of the sky.
This was fear of death.
This was the cold born of endless death.
Elder Xun's bones began to tremble, his skin prickled. A chill penetrated to the marrow, nearly suffocating him.
He could faintly sense it— A heaven-shaking massacre that would turn the world pale, a slaughter that would bring the Nine Hells to the surface— Was coming…
(End of this Chapter)