Chapter 607: Smash to Pieces
The night was deep, and the side room was deathly still.
Inside the empty room, Yu'er remained curled up and trembling, his little face pale with fear.
All around him, sinister ghosts and demonic monsters danced through the shadows. Black mist roiled with bloody-red flickers, like a scene straight out of hell. Yet to the average cultivator, none of this was visible.
Mo Hua stood silently before Yu'er, expression calm, staring straight at the horde of demons.
His gaze held a trace of disdain, almost like provocation.
The demons grew enraged. Their grotesque, malformed faces twisted with hunger, drool dripping from their jaws as they locked their eyes hungrily on Mo Hua. But strangely, none dared make the first move.
It was as if they were waiting—for someone's permission.
Suddenly, an eerie voice echoed.
Cold and chilling, yet carrying an overwhelming authority.
The demonic horde showed a mix of awe and barely restrained excitement.
As if someone had just whispered to them:
"You may feed now..."
Immediately, the demons let out frenzied howls and turned into waves of filthy shadow winds, charging straight into Mo Hua's divine sea of consciousness.
Mo Hua stood there "dazed," making no move to resist, as the demonic figures—like puddles of black water—slipped into his consciousness.
The moment they entered, the room's sinister aura began to dissipate.
The terror on Yu'er's little face slowly faded as well. His tiny limbs stopped thrashing and gradually settled.
But Mo Hua's expression darkened. His eyes dulled, and his forehead grew clouded and ashen.
Moments later, he collapsed to the ground, eyes slowly shutting.
...
Inside his sea of consciousness, Mo Hua's divine sense avatar suddenly opened his eyes.
What greeted him was a scene of dread—murky, foul-smelling black water spread across most of his consciousness, polluting everything in sight.
Within that black water swarmed dozens of grotesque, malformed demonic creatures—neither truly beasts nor ghosts. Their massive, bloodshot eyes stared at Mo Hua, thick saliva dripping from twisted jaws.
It was as if a demonic festival had begun—right inside Mo Hua's mind.
And the main course of this ghostly feast… was Mo Hua himself.
At least, that's how the demons saw it.
But Mo Hua, seated calmly in the center of the sea, slowly rose to his feet.
He made no effort to suppress his aura. What radiated from him was a transformed power—thick, refined, pure as spirit, vibrant as blood.
Instantly, every demon froze.
Their eyes widened with disbelief—then burned with fervent hunger. All at once, they let out crazed howls.
The roars were incomprehensible. But with a flash of deduction using the Heavenly Pattern Method, Mo Hua was able to faintly "discern" two words from their fanatical cries:
"Divine… Embryo."
Mo Hua's gaze turned serious.
Divine Embryo?
What did that mean?
"Are these demons calling me the Divine Embryo? Or do they want to use me to feed a Divine Embryo?"
"Is it a divine sense embryo? Or…"
"…an Evil God's embryo?"
His eyes narrowed.
Meanwhile, the horde of demonic creatures stared at him with unrestrained hunger.
Yet they still held back, restraining their urges—awaiting some kind of order.
Then, a low murmur rang out—neither human nor beast.
A whisper, like something born from the depths of the Nine Hells.
The sea of consciousness fell silent for a breath… then erupted into frenzy.
Mo Hua knew instantly—whatever these things were waiting for… had just given the green light.
They were about to feast.
The foul wind surged violently.
Several demons charged forward like unchained beasts, limbs flailing, jaws wide and grotesque, lunging toward Mo Hua.
Leading the pack was a dog-headed, humanoid monster—its arms bent backward, legs like hooves, its entire body stitched together like a nightmare made flesh.
In the blink of an eye, the dog-headed demon reached Mo Hua.
It opened its gaping maw and lunged to bite.
But just as its fangs struck— A faint blue shimmer appeared. Mo Hua's figure became like flowing water—half-real, half-illusory—slipping away with ease.
The Water-Drifting Step!
The dog-headed demon's eyes narrowed. It twisted and lunged again, baring its jagged teeth—but every strike was dodged.
Mo Hua moved with graceful ease, his Water-Drifting Step refined to perfection. His calm expression made it clear—this demon was no threat to him.
The dog-headed monster roared in fury and pounced again.
But no matter how fast it charged, how wildly it clawed and screamed—it couldn't even touch Mo Hua's sleeve.
Driven to a frenzy, its vertical pupils dilated, blood vessels bursting in its eyes. It radiated killing intent as it opened its bloody maw and lunged again, reckless and ferocious.
But Mo Hua remained calm.
His steps shifted—the Water-Drifting Step subtly changed—and he dodged once more.
At the same time, he pivoted and gathered strength. Fingers curled into a small fist, divine sense condensed—
Then he punched!
A strike empowered by eighteen-rune compression—refined into the strength of a fifteen-rune divine sense.
A single punch.
A divine force—majestic and overwhelming!
The dog-headed demon's skull exploded on impact—shattered by the divine power of Mo Hua's fist, bursting into a splash of black water that flew several feet away.
All the other demons' pupils shrank in fear.
Mo Hua smiled faintly.
As expected.
His divine sense had undergone a qualitative transformation—now dense like mercury, resilient and unyielding.
Which meant…
His divine sense's "avatar body" was incredibly powerful.
In the physical world, he had always been frail and sickly, lacking vitality.
But within his sea of consciousness—his divine sense body was indestructible and unstoppable. He could fight these monsters head-on!
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These demons were born of evil thoughts—but soaked in a kind of "amniotic black water" of sin, giving their phantom forms a degree of "substance."
This subtle transformation made them far more dangerous than ordinary wraiths.
But Mo Hua's divine sense—compressed from eighteen-rune divine force and reforged through the Heaven-Obscuring Grand Array—was so refined that even his hair was dense as mercury.
These demons were like wisps of evil fog—barely strengthened by the taint of black water.
While Mo Hua's divine sense… was like poured mercury.
His transformation vastly surpassed theirs.
Which meant—by divine sense alone—he could crush them.
This was the Heavenly Deduction Technique's sea-of-consciousness reconstruction:
A complete transformation of divine sense.
This was the true beginning of Divine Sense Ascension.
Mo Hua was invigorated—though also a little regretful.
This divine sense refinement had… one strange side effect.
He realized that since his divine sense had undergone compression and reformation—his mental avatar no longer grew.
In reality, he was already fifteen, clearly more mature.
But in his sea of consciousness, he still looked like he did during Foundation Establishment—small arms and legs, youthful and tender-looking.
A childlike Dao heart… preserving the original form of the soul. "The Dao Heart is as a Child; the Divine Sense Guards Its Origin."
Though maintaining this unchanging divine form and pure heart was technically a good thing, Mo Hua still felt a little… dissatisfied.
Then again, no cultivation technique is without drawbacks.
Since the divine sense avatar wasn't shown to others anyway, this minor issue didn't matter much.
...
After the dog-headed demon exploded, the rest of the monsters felt fear. But it also provoked their ferocity. A moment later, they charged at Mo Hua even more wildly, completely unafraid of death.
Mo Hua's expression was lit with delight; his eyes burned with battle intent.
Even if it was only within his sea of consciousness, he could finally enjoy what it felt like to be physically invincible.
The demons lunged, biting and clawing, foul wind swirling all around.
But Mo Hua moved like flowing water—faint blue afterimages rippling about him. He weaved through the frenzy with ease. And whenever he found an opening—
Bam!
He landed a punch.
There was nothing a good punch couldn't fix.
And if there was—then two punches would do.
Mo Hua fought harder, fought happier, and grew more skillful with every strike. His movements became increasingly natural, and his battle instincts honed with each blow.
A horse-faced demon got caught off guard—Mo Hua pierced through its chest with a punch.
A bull-headed demon tried charging him—Mo Hua grabbed both horns and snapped them clean off.
A wolf-bodied demon tried to flank—Mo Hua leapt from above and crushed its spine on impact.
Others were—
Neck-snapped
Teeth shattered
Tails yanked off
Spines broken
Skulls punted across the field like footballs…
Mo Hua wasn't a true body cultivator. He had never trained in formal martial arts. So all he used were simple, crude, direct attacks.
No technique. Just pure, overwhelming strength.
Relying on his refined divine sense, it was like a toddler hurling bricks with divine fury—every blow smashing demons into black water.
With his powerful divine avatar body, paired with his exquisite Water-Drifting Step and sharp divine perception, he had complete control over the battlefield.
Any demon that got close was instantly torn apart.
Mo Hua rampaged across the sea of consciousness like a war god. The demonic horde trembled in fear.
—
Then, thwip!
A sneaky water arrow shot through the air, piercing Mo Hua's shoulder and tearing his divine avatar's robe.
The arrow was soaked in foul, corrosive water—infused with sinister intent. It could rot the soul and corrode the mind.
A small black mark appeared on Mo Hua's pale skin, and a bit of black blood oozed out.
Mo Hua frowned, visibly annoyed.
He had been enjoying himself—punching left and right with joy. But a moment's carelessness had let a demon land a sneak attack.
He turned his head and saw, far in the distance, a few snake-headed demons forming hand seals, their eyes gleaming with poison, tongues flicking.
So it was them.
One of the snake demons had a long, narrow pupil and a sinister grin—it was clearly the one that shot him.
While Mo Hua had been surrounded by other demons, this coward had hidden at a distance and launched a surprise attack.
And now, having landed a hit, it cackled with smug laughter—
BOOM!
A fireball came out of nowhere and blew its snake head to bits.
The demon dropped, headless. Its laughter cut off mid-screech.
The other snake demons were instantly horrified.
Mo Hua, of course, wasn't going to spare them.
How dare they sneak attack?!
His gaze turned icy. With a flick of his fingers, he launched more fireball spells.
Second-grade Fireball Art—flames roared like lava, every shot trailing streaks of light, slamming precisely into each snake-headed demon weaving hand seals in the distance—blowing their heads apart one by one.
Nearby demons tried to interfere.
But Mo Hua's Water-Drifting Step was too nimble. He dodged everything with ease.
His fireballs were lightning-quick—cast in the blink of an eye.
Nothing could stop them.
And if a demon dared try, he'd just punch it in the ribs, blow open its chest, and keep going.
Some ranged demons tried to flee.
Mo Hua calmly trapped them with Water Prison Art, locking them in place—then followed up with pinpoint fireballs for the finish.
He was pissed now.
Having been sneak attacked, he abandoned restraint—using fists, feet, and spells alike.
One fist, one kick. One water, one fire.
Empowered by his transformed fifteen-rune divine sense, Mo Hua began a brutal slaughter of the demonic horde.
—
But after a while, Mo Hua frowned.
He felt like he'd killed a lot of demons already…
So why… were there still so many left?
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"Something's not right…"
Mo Hua didn't stop fighting, but he expanded his divine perception and observed carefully. After a moment, his expression changed.
It was the black water.
That thick, filthy, soul-corroding water—it wasn't just random pollution. It felt like something terrifying had once been gestated within it.
And all these demons?
They were hatched from that black water.
Every time Mo Hua killed one, the corpse would dissolve back into the muck.
Then the black water would use bits of human or beast parts to reassemble and spawn a new, even more grotesque demon.
If this went on… even his powerful divine sense would be gradually worn down.
Meanwhile, the demons—regenerating endlessly from the black water—could fight forever.
Mo Hua narrowed his eyes. A dangerous light flickered within them.
Elsewhere, deep within the black water, as it witnessed its spawn being massacred like worthless trash—something stirred.
From the depths of that foul abyss, a wave of rage began to rise.
Icy cold crept in. The stench grew stronger. The wind turned foul and sharp…
Something darker… was awakening.
The black water trembled, rolled, and pulsed—like it was enduring the pain of childbirth.
From within the dark pool rose a mist of shadow that twisted and merged, forming what looked like a massive, sinister embryo. Its surface throbbed faintly, like a beating heart.
The moment that demonic black-water embryo took shape, Mo Hua noticed it.
His eyes narrowed. With a flick of his fingers, he unleashed fireball after fireball—each carrying blazing flames—hurtling toward that monstrous embryo.
The black water shivered, as though… afraid.
From within it came a flurry of distorted screeches.
At once, the surrounding demons responded, flinging themselves into the path of the fireballs like moths to a flame—using their bodies to block Mo Hua's attacks and desperately trying to protect the embryo.
More demons lunged at Mo Hua in a frenzy, trying to stop him.
Temporarily entangled, he had no choice but to deal with them first.
But just a dozen breaths later, the black water began to quake. The black mist boiled and swelled until—
A massive demon hatched.
Soaked in foul black water, its presence radiated madness and hunger. It had no arms, no legs, not even a body—only a single, enormous head.
Black, filth-covered ears twitched. Its nose was thick and long, tusks curling inward—a demonic pig head.
This was a Pig-Head Demon.
Born from the black water, this monstrosity was trying to settle things in one go—swallowing Mo Hua whole, then using the black water's rot to digest him completely.
The moment it opened its bloodshot eyes, its red pupils darted wildly—then locked onto Mo Hua with murderous hunger. Drool streamed down its chin.
The air in the sea of consciousness grew suddenly oppressive.
Even the other demons around trembled in terror—visibly shaken by the presence of the Pig-Head Demon.
And right then—a killing intent surged.
The Pig-Head Demon opened its maw wide and lunged at Mo Hua with terrifying speed.
The other demons nearby, unable to dodge in time, were also swallowed whole in the charge.
Mo Hua's expression remained calm. He let out a cold snort.
"You want to eat me?"
He stretched out a small hand. Instantly, golden array runes lit up the ground, converging into radiant golden chains that layered atop one another like a celestial prison.
Three-Lotus Golden Lock Array—brilliant golden light bound together into formation in an instant.
The Pig-Head Demon didn't even get halfway before it was locked down by the golden chains—its momentum halted on the spot.
The golden chains, formed from Mo Hua's divine sense through array manipulation, wrapped tightly around its flesh. No matter how much it roared or struggled, it could neither break free nor inch closer to Mo Hua.
Instead—Mo Hua flashed forward and hopped onto its head.
First, he grabbed its tusks with both hands, face strained, arms tensed—and with a fierce pull, he ripped the tusk out, tearing flesh and unleashing a spray of black, blood-like water.
The pig demon let out a gut-wrenching scream.
But Mo Hua wasn't done. He pulled out the second tusk the same way.
And then, with both tusks in hand, he balled his fists and began raining down punches on the Pig-Head Demon's skull.
"Trying to eat me? Eat this!"
The Pig-Head Demon was locked in place by the golden array and crushed under Mo Hua's relentless assault—it couldn't move an inch.
The other demons, terrified by Mo Hua's brutal display, hesitated to approach.
Mo Hua, emboldened by their fear, punched faster and harder—his small fists blurring as they slammed down again and again, each blow reinforced with the power of his transformed divine sense.
Before long, the Pig-Head Demon was torn open—flesh shredded, black blood splattered, and even bone cracking beneath the barrage.
No one knew how long this beating continued, until—
BOOM!
A deafening blast erupted.
The Pig-Head Demon was smashed to pieces.
Its form could no longer hold—it dissolved into a cloud of black mist composed of shredded divine essence.
That mist began to drift and recoil, trying to reform and retreat back into the black water—hoping to be reborn again.
But Mo Hua wouldn't allow it.
He opened his mouth wide—and suddenly sucked in with force.
The mist, having already been shattered by his fists, couldn't resist. It was dragged toward him, pulled faster and faster, until finally—
It was all swallowed whole, disappearing into Mo Hua's body.
All of this happened in just a flash.
The surrounding demons stood frozen, trembling from head to toe—their eyes filled with utter terror.
They had just witnessed something beyond imagination.
They—the demons—had been eaten by a person.
And looking at that small, childlike figure with a trace of innocent mischief on his face…
They suddenly weren't sure who was the real monster here.
—
After swallowing the Pig-Head Demon, black marks began to form on Mo Hua's body. Evil thoughts surged, trying to corrupt him from within.
But Mo Hua had seen far worse.
He had fought countless demonic forces before. He'd eaten so many evil spirits that his Dao Heart was immune to corruption.
His divine sense had been reforged and transformed.
This black-water taint couldn't even scratch it.
Within just a few breaths, the foul qi from the demon's mist had been completely refined away.
His divine sense avatar returned to clarity—pure and flawless, as if untouched.
At the same time, Mo Hua's divine sense grew even stronger. From the fifteen-rune stage, it advanced slightly—now just a hair's breadth away from the sixteen-rune mark.
—
A dead silence fell over the sea of consciousness.
The once-arrogant demons now cowered, limbs trembling, eyelids twitching—none dared meet Mo Hua's gaze.
And Mo Hua?
He clicked his tongue, sounding a little disappointed.
"Pig head meat… not very tasty."
Then, he slowly turned— And looked toward the rest of the demons…
(End of Chapter)