Chapter 788 – The Ferocious God
"A-All… dead?"
For the first time in his life, the pampered young master—born into privilege, always above others—felt a chill seep straight into his very bones.
How did they die?
What killed them?
And just who was it that killed them?
What exactly was that "thing" inside the Demon Refining Diagram?
The grand hall was empty. Every soul lamp had gone dark, only pale tendrils of smoke curling upward—no one left to answer him.
Just then, the soul lamp before Jin Yixuan suddenly emitted a crimson glow. A flickering, malevolent flame danced above it.
His corpse twitched, then slowly raised its head… and opened its eyes.
Only the whites of his eyes remained—bloodshot and void of pupils.
On his shoulder, a crimson shadow—blood-drenched and ghostly—surfaced: Mr. Tu.
The young master's expression turned grave as he asked coldly:
"Sir… what on earth happened?"
The possessed corpse of Jin Yixuan—now hosting Mr. Tu—shed tears of blood. His voice was old and filled with terror:
"The one who invaded the Ten-Thousand Demon Valley… is a Ferocious God."
The young master's complexion paled.
"Ferocious God?"
Mr. Tu said solemnly:
"I didn't enter the diagram myself. I didn't see it with my own eyes. But just before this body died, I glimpsed—through a fragment of divine sense—a faint trace of… divinity."
"That divine aura was strange—part god, part human—and terrifyingly profound."
"Divinity and humanity naturally clash. A half-man, half-god is bound to walk the path of heresy—a terrifying existence of divine thought and overwhelming power."
"In the Qianxue Prefecture, we cannot borrow the power of the Great Wilderness Lord."
"And I am merely a remnant soul here, with none of my true abilities. Against such a 'Ferocious God'… there is no way to resist."
The young master's pride still lingered. He frowned.
"But what is the origin of such a being? And why would it invade my Ten-Thousand Demon Valley?"
"I do not know…" Mr. Tu's voice grew darker. Then, as if struck by a realization, he suddenly shuddered—his teeth chattering:
"It's a Divine War!"
"Humans are the followers of gods—their chosen people."
"Every action of a cultivator, no matter how it appears on the surface, ultimately stems from divine will."
"The Great Void Sect and the Chongxu Sect attacked the Ten-Thousand Demon Valley… for one purpose only: to send this 'Ferocious God' into the Demon Refining Diagram, to corrupt its core… and destroy our god's foundation!"
The young master was stricken with horror.
Even Mr. Tu hadn't imagined the so-called Divine War would arrive so directly… and so violently.
He had assumed the gods would remain in the shadows, using mortals as pawns to slowly scheme and maneuver.
But now, a true Ferocious God had descended personally.
The power behind Great Void and Chongxu… truly could not be underestimated.
Their patron deity… clearly didn't follow the rules. It acted with terrifying unpredictability.
"If this is true," the young master said grimly, eyes sharp, "then doesn't it mean… it already knows the true secret hidden within our Demon Refining Diagram?"
Mr. Tu's expression turned somber.
"It is a god. And the path of gods is vast and unknowable. It wouldn't be surprising if it were already omniscient."
"Then what should we do now?" asked the young master.
Mr. Tu's pupils contracted, his soul practically bleeding with dread. He gritted his teeth and said:
"Sever the Divine Bridge!"
The young master was stunned.
"Sever the Divine Bridge?!"
Mr. Tu answered firmly:
"It must be done! We absolutely cannot allow it to peer into the true Divine Temple! Nor can we allow it to taint the god-lord's Divine Sanctuary!"
The young master nodded solemnly.
Mr. Tu continued:
"I will escort you into the Demon Refining Diagram. We'll evade that 'Ferocious God' and go straight to the core. There, we will sever the Divine Bridge by force—cutting off its path to the Divine Sanctuary and giving it no chance to covet our god's domain!"
"If anything goes wrong…" Mr. Tu looked at the young master, "this remnant soul of mine… will stay behind to cover your retreat."
They were going to enter the Demon Refining Diagram—and face a Ferocious God head-on…
The young master's gaze steeled. He nodded without hesitation.
Meanwhile, the so-called "Ferocious God" in Mr. Tu's mouth was still… wandering around inside the diagram looking for snacks.
"Where the hell are all the demon spirits in this place?"
Mo Hua muttered to himself.
Behind him, the grotesque and terrifying Sword-Bone Head followed like a well-behaved puppy.
Its thoughts were elsewhere.
The scene earlier was still etched into its memory.
In just a blink, a dozen high-level demon cultivators had their divine souls erased completely.
Even that so-called commander was no match for this little ancestor.
Before becoming a "Sword Demon," it had once been an old demon cultivator, forging evil swords in the Demon Refining Valley for hundreds of years.
It wasn't sure if the Valley had changed leaders since then.
But for someone to rise to the position of commander, their background and strength had to be top-tier.
This one… truly wasn't simple.
In a dream-like battle, he manifested a bone pen, used his divine sense as blood, and painted a twisted evil array.
The formation carried the principles of the Dao itself.
And in the realm of divine sense, forming an array was far more potent than manifesting simple spells, weapons, or martial arts.
This commander was strong—far stronger than Sword-Bone Head itself.
But unfortunately for him…
This little ancestor was an absolutely broken freak.
The demon commander had just started painting his blood array when Mo Hua casually raised a finger—and within a few breaths, the intricate runes completely enveloped him.
The outcome was clear.
Sword-Bone Head honestly felt a little sorry for him.
After witnessing so many demon cultivators—many stronger than itself—getting squashed like ants, it felt genuinely lucky:
"Good thing I begged for mercy early, and flattered him well. If I'd been a bit more stubborn… I'd be nothing but bone dust by now…"
Also, with all those demon souls slain, Sword-Bone Head had eaten well.
It was nearly full—and a good deal stronger than before.
"If I keep eating like this… could I one day become stronger than this little ancestor?"
The thought crossed its bony mind with guilty hope.
Meanwhile, Mo Hua furrowed his brow.
He'd already searched nearly every corner he could think of…
Yet not a single demon spirit had turned up.
"Where the hell are they hiding?"
He kept walking deeper.
Then—suddenly—he paused.
He felt it.
In the very depths of the Ten-Thousand Demon Valley, something was calling to him.
A strange pull—almost imperceptible.
It felt like… homesickness.
As though some ancient longing for his origin was stirring the divine part of his soul, making it restless, anxious… hungry.
The
Divine Sanctuary?
Mo Hua frowned.
He looked up again at the Ten-Thousand Demon Valley within this nightmare, his thoughts churning.
This entire valley—within the dreamscape—was constructed using the mysterious might of divine illusion and reality intertwined, reinforced by a divine-path formation.
It was like a building made of divine thought.
Externally, the demon-refining mural served as its bricks; internally, divine formations acted as golden locks—sealing off this world of divine consciousness that housed ten thousand demon spirits.
Illusion and reality intertwined...
Everything within the diagram corresponded to something in the outside world.
That meant—logically—there should be a Demon Refining Diagram within the Demon Refining Diagram itself?
A diagram within the diagram... what would that look like?
Could it be the true core of the entire nightmare?
Mo Hua recalled something:
Though there were formations on the mural outside, there was no clear formation eye or central core.
His master had once told him: formations may change in appearance endlessly, but their fundamental framework remains the same.
Formation eye, formation core, and formation patterns—these principles never change.
"If the divine-path formation is built on the level of divine thought, then its true center probably doesn't lie on the mural made of stone and earth—but rather within the Divine Consciousness World of the Demon Refining Diagram itself."
"And for such a large-scale divine formation, a vast formation eye would be needed, powered by tremendous mental force to sustain it."
That meant...
A sharp gleam flickered through Mo Hua's eyes.
The Demon Refining Diagram relied on sealing countless demon spirits as its formation eyes—supporting the divine formation and maintaining stability within this realm of divine thought.
In other words, if he could find the formation eye, he'd also find where all the demon spirits were being sealed—
And where his grand feast was hiding.
"The formation eye… of the Demon Refining Diagram…"
Mo Hua followed the mental map in his memory, heading deeper into the dream-world's Ten-Thousand Demon Valley.
He was going to find the Demon Refining Diagram within the nightmare.
As he passed the Demon Refining Cauldron, the pill-refining room, and various sinister buildings, he noticed the terrain around him suddenly began to shift.
The path ahead became… chaotic.
He was getting lost.
But instead of worry, Mo Hua looked pleased.
Logically, the inner Ten-Thousand Demon Valley inside the diagram should exactly mirror the outer one.
The general layout should match, even if the finer details differed.
But now, the mountain path before him had clearly been modified—someone had manually altered the layout, tampering with the divine formation.
"Only someone with secrets to hide would alter things in secret like this."
To confuse others.
To hide something important.
Mo Hua smiled faintly.
"Found it."
He spread his divine sense outward, sensing the flow of mental energy in the nightmare, and began deducing the structure of the formation through calculation.
Very quickly, he locked onto a direction.
Sword-Bone Head looked around, noticing that the scenery no longer matched what it remembered. Just as it furrowed its (nonexistent) brows in confusion, Mo Hua had already chosen a direction and started walking again—without a word.
Sword-Bone Head sighed internally and followed.
They passed through winding roads, and even punched through a few walls along the way. Finally, Mo Hua arrived before a magnificent mural.
It was… the mural of the Demon Refining Diagram.
But this one was empty.
Completely blank.
Mo Hua stared at the mural, eyes lighting up. Then, without hesitation, he clenched his fist—his knuckles glowing gold—and with a loud boom, punched the mural to pieces.
He could have dispelled the formation properly.
But he was short on time.
So brute force would have to do.
As the mural crumbled, it revealed a long passageway behind it.
From deep within, low beastly growls echoed forth.
Mo Hua exhaled, grinning radiantly, and stepped lightly into the unknown.
The passage was narrow, pitch-black.
He didn't know how long he walked…
But eventually, the space opened up.
Mo Hua lifted his head—and involuntarily sucked in a sharp breath.
Before him was a massive prison of demon spirits!
It was packed with countless twisted and savage entities.
Their eyes glowed red with malevolence, chained by divine-path shackles and sealed within divine-constructed cells.
When they saw Mo Hua, all of them slowly raised their heads.
Thousands of bloodthirsty gazes lit up like crimson stars in the dark sky.
"So many demon spirits?!"
Sword-Bone Head trembled all over, its skull tingling with terror.
No wonder the demon cultivators of the valley never dared approach the Demon Refining Diagram.
With so many demon spirits, even ten versions of itself would be torn to bone shards and eaten alive.
"L-Little Ancestor…"
Sword-Bone Head's voice quivered.
It wanted to say, Let's not mess around—let's just go back.
With this many demon spirits, even with powerful divine sense, one wrong move and you'd be devoured—bones and all.
But before it could finish, it realized…
Mo Hua was already gone.
Sword-Bone Head turned—and nearly leapt out of its bones in fright.
That little ancestor had already charged straight into the horde—wreaking havoc with zero hesitation!
Mo Hua grabbed one of the divine chains—and with a sharp pull, snapped it cleanly in half.
The chained beast—a wolf demon—sprang at him with jaws wide open.
But before it could bite down, Mo Hua's small hand had already gripped its massive head, and with a single slam, smashed it into the floor—cracking its skull open.
He casually twisted its neck.
The wolf demon's body dissolved into wisps of evil thought, drifting into the air.
Mo Hua took a deep breath—and gulped it all down.
"Finally… something to eat."
It had been too long. He'd almost forgotten how it felt to replenish divine sense by devouring evil spirits.
After swallowing the wolf demon, Mo Hua licked his lips, savoring the taste—and immediately began lining up for the next course.
He repeated the same routine:
Break the chain. Twist the neck. If it didn't die right away, a couple of punches would settle it. Then swallow the soul.
Just like that:
Kill one. Eat one. Freshly slain, freshly devoured.
The divine chains—originally meant to bind the demon spirits—were now ironically protecting them.
If it weren't for those divine-path chains, Mo Hua could've been eating even faster.
Off to the side, Sword-Bone Head was so shocked its jawbone nearly fell off.
It had thought that after eating more than a dozen demon cultivators on this journey, it had feasted enough to call it a great banquet—but who would've thought, this little ancestor was even more terrifying an eater than it was!
That tiny stomach of his was like a bottomless pit.
No matter how many demonic spirits there were, no matter how powerful, how massive, how savage—
The little ancestor just yanked, twisted, killed, and slurped them down. Done.
Eating demon spirits… faster than drinking water.
The countless imprisoned spirits, shocked and enraged, yanked at their divine chains and howled wildly, roaring furiously at Mo Hua.
In an instant, the entire demon prison was howling with spectral winds and a cacophony of demonic wails.
But Mo Hua remained unfazed.
Heaven is vast, earth is wide—but eating is the highest priority.
Let these demon spirits scream all they want—for once they're in his stomach, they'll quiet down real quick.
Mo Hua continued his one-man buffet, killing and devouring as he went. But after a while, he began to frown.
"Too slow…"
"At this rate, eating them one by one would take me until the end of time."
"I need another method…"
He looked around—and suddenly his eyes lit up. On the tall wall at the center of the prison, he spotted a door.
A massive door, heavily reinforced with divine-path formations.
Etched into it was an enormous, pitch-black ram horn skull—ominous and awe-inspiring.
Another ram horn!
From past experience, Mo Hua knew: anything marked with a ram horn was deeply connected to the Great Wilderness Evil Gods.
Within the pantheon of the Great Wilderness, symbols bearing the ram horns were never ordinary.
Whatever lay behind this door… it had to be something good.
In fact, it was likely where the core formation center of the Demon Refining Diagram was hidden.
If he could seize the formation core and break the seals—he'd be able to feast to his heart's content.
Mo Hua perked up with excitement, and with a leap, he bounded across the heads of bears, leopards, tigers, and other demonic beasts, dashing straight for the distant door.
The demons beneath his feet could do nothing but snarl helplessly as he stomped across their skulls.
Soon, he arrived at the Ram Horn Door.
With a golden glow flickering on his fist, he punched the gate hard.
Nothing happened.
Mo Hua wasn't surprised. The seal on this door was the strongest divine-path seal he'd encountered so far.
Naturally, it would take some effort.
He took a deep breath. His small fists glowed brilliantly, and with a sharp cry, he unleashed a flurry of punches onto the door, fists raining down like a storm.
Boom boom boom…
Concentrated divine thought slammed into the door again and again.
Shockwaves rippled through the walls, shaking the entire demon prison ever so slightly.
After a while, Mo Hua suddenly paused.
He sensed something inside the gate—a presence. A lingering trace of divine thought. Still active.
"There's someone else inside this Demon Refining Diagram?"
Who?
Mo Hua's eyes narrowed.
Ordinary demon cultivators definitely weren't qualified to be behind the Ram Horn Door.
And those who were—he had already killed nearly all of them.
Which meant…
The only ones possibly left behind this door were:
"Mister Tu's remnant soul"—
And that so-called "Young Master"?
Mo Hua smirked.
"Let's see what this 'Young Master' really looks like…"
If this were the real world, he probably wouldn't stand a chance against someone like that.
Let alone someone with noble status and a small army of disciples and elders protecting him.
He'd run as far as possible.
But here? Inside this dreamscape Demon Refining Diagram, where they both existed as divine thought?
With his Dao anchored in divine consciousness, Mo Hua could crush evil spirits like chickens—he had no fear of any "Young Master."
And now, by sheer luck, that guy was stuck inside a room with him at the door.
"A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
If he could break open this gate, he'd tear off the veil of mystery surrounding this so-called Young Master.
"I wonder if he has one of those Life-Defending Longevity Talismans on him…"
"If he does, I probably won't be able to kill him…"
Mo Hua muttered internally.
But whatever. Even if he couldn't kill him, at least he'd get to see his face.
His fair, pale palm slowly closed into a fist—and a golden sword formed from divine thought appeared in his hand. The blade looked ancient and crude, but it gleamed with deadly sharpness.
Divine Thought Sword Manifestation!
Far away, Sword-Bone Head felt the chilling sword intent from that blade and instinctively trembled—its already-white bones now deathly pale.
Meanwhile, behind the Ram Horn Door— Mister Tu also sensed the sword energy. His expression changed, and a cold realization dawned on him.
"As expected… it's from the Great Void Sect… Divine Sword formed from Thought!"
Everything… was arranged by the Great Void Sect!
(End of this Chapter)