Chapter 859 – Evil Fetus
With Mr. Wu's soul destroyed, the residual divine consciousness scattered outward in streaks of blood-red.
Technically, it was still "edible." But Mo Hua wrinkled his nose. Mr. Wu may have turned into a Yaksha, but he was still a person—and he ate people. Mo Hua found that a bit gross. He didn't feel like snacking, so he conjured a fireball and burned the leftovers into ash.
Rotten side dishes weren't worth it.
He had a bigger, tastier meal ahead.
With Xie Liu, Water Yama, Xiao Zhenhai, and Mr. Wu all dead, nearly every threat in the Dragon King Temple had now been eliminated.
And under the "loyal" guidance of a true believer of the so-called "God," the sacrificial lamb—Mo Hua—had finally arrived at the altar of the Great Wilderness Deity.
Divine essence began to flow through Mo Hua's body. A faint golden glow shimmered over his form. His eyes turned dark gold, their gaze solemn and unfathomable.
He looked… like a god.
Then, Mo Hua calmly seated himself upon the altar.
And the altar welcomed the arrival of a false god.
But this imposter's aura was nearly identical to that of the Great Wilderness Deity.
In fact, this entity had once truly stolen part of the god's divine authority, and wielded it in His name. Now, returning to the altar, it moved like someone returning home.
The altar, acting on its own "loyalty," granted power to this false god.
In that moment, countless laws of the Great Dao cascaded like falling stars—bright, radiant, constantly changing and weaving into a vast and mighty current of divine light.
The light stream soared upward, like a towering sacred tree, stretching into the heavens, its branches sprawling wide, covering the world.
The Tree of Divine Authority.
Mo Hua sat atop the altar. In his clear golden eyes, he once again beheld that utterly beautiful, yet terrifying sight—those interwoven laws of heaven and earth, flickering and merging, spreading across all of creation.
This wasn't the first time he'd seen it—
But it still struck him with awe and longing.
"The gods are born from the Dao. The divine authority they wield is but a single branch of this towering tree."
"If one day, I could fully comprehend this Divine Authority Tree…
grasp all the countless heavenly laws, unite every path into a single will—
Would that mean… I could become immortal?"
Mo Hua dreamed wildly.
Of course, he knew that day was far off.
His current understanding of the heavenly laws was barely scratching the surface.
Even this one branch of authority from the Great Wilderness Evil God felt boundless and overwhelming—far beyond his ability to fully control, let alone the root source of divine authority that was said to rival the legendary World Tree.
The path to immortality is long and arduous.
Mo Hua calmed his thoughts.
"Let's eat first."
Using his divine sense, he connected with the altar and located the "Divine Authority Tree" within the tapestry of universal laws.
Strictly speaking, it wasn't his tree—it was the Great Wilderness Deity's.
But Mo Hua had stolen the authority, and now controlled the god's tree.
In an instant, his will connected with that tree.
The Great Wilderness Tree of Divine Authority unfurled, and node after node lit up—each one harboring nightmares, demonic entities, and monstrous spirits nurtured by the evil god, now all within his grasp.
Of course, the very top of the tree remained shrouded in mist.
After all, Mo Hua was merely a juvenile god, lacking the divine power to part that fog and lay claim to the true pinnacle of divine authority.
Still—this was enough.
"I'm just picking dishes. Why would I need top-level admin access?"
Now that he'd located the demon nodes, Mo Hua began searching for Yu'er.
She was easy to find.
Within the Great Wilderness's divine system, Yu'er held a unique position. Her nightmare node shone especially brightly—its aura far purer than the others, without the usual stench of blood and filth.
Instead, it held the innocent breath of a child.
Mo Hua spotted it immediately.
But the moment he focused on her node, his expression tightened.
"Huh… it looks dimmer than before. That pure aura feels weaker… but the strange, twisted energy has gotten stronger…"
Why?
Yu'er had been happily sticking by his side every day—running around like a little bird. How had her aura grown worse?
Was it just an illusion?
Or… had he slacked off in demon-hunting lately, and her nightmare was under pressure again?
Mo Hua sighed.
"Fine, for Yu'er's sake, I guess I'll reluctantly eat a bit more this time…"
He refocused, spirit high, and began selecting his meal.
This time, he was a veteran.
He knew:
Which demons were strong, which were weak;
Which ones were "fat," which were "scrawny";
Which looked scary but went down in one hit;
Which seemed small but fought like little gremlins;
Which demons looked plump but had heavy evil Qi—so even if he killed them, the purified mind-energy left afterward was meager;
Which demons were wiry but had their evil focused in the head—cut that off, purify a bit, and they gave surprisingly rich returns.
He'd gathered all this from long experience in hunting, refining, and tasting demon souls.
Sadly, Mo Hua had no fellow Daoist to discuss his "demonic gourmet" expertise with. So much wisdom… and no one to share it with. Tragic.
Shaking his head, he continued picking dishes.
Compared to before, his appetite had definitely grown.
With his divine sense now holding nineteen lines, he was nearly at peak Foundation Establishment. Most second-grade demons were no longer enough to fill him up—even without factoring in the qualitative leaps from spiritual insight, sheer quantity was already an issue.
And going from nineteen to twenty lines…
That would take a mountain of monsters.
He had to cherish every opportunity to "order food."
"Bring me 1,000 ox-and-horse demons…"
"500 wolf-headed demons."
"Pig-head demons… hmm, only 100 left? Fine, gimme 50 for now."
"Those ram-horned constables… a bit rare. I'll take seven."
"That node over there looks nice. I'll take all of it."
…
On the altar, Mo Hua was like a rat that had fallen into a grain silo—ordering dish after dish with gusto.
But just as he was mid-order, he suddenly paused. Something felt wrong.
It was like… someone was watching him from behind.
Slowly, Mo Hua turned around—and his pupils shrank.
Behind him—stood a thing.
A baby, drenched in black blood, as if it had just hatched from a womb. Amniotic fluid mixed with blood oozed off its filthy, grotesque form.
Its pupils were pitch black. Two ram's horns curled from its skull. It radiated a deep, ancient, and powerful aura.
And now—it stared at Mo Hua in silence, with eyes that were hollow and indifferent.
The two locked eyes.
A golden infant god…
Faced a newly hatched black-blooded evil fetus.
The air fell dead silent.
A chill crept through Mo Hua's heart.
"Crap… I think I just ran into the big boss…"
In the next instant, the evil thing—this ram-horned "demonic baby"—spoke.
Its voice was muffled and unclear, like an infant babbling… yet it carried a twisted malice.
Mo Hua frowned. He couldn't understand it.
The black-horned fetus stared at him blankly, as if struggling to remember something. After a moment, clarity flickered in its hollow eyes.
It looked at Mo Hua—and with broken, awkward speech, said:
"You… are what was left… for me to… eat…"
Mo Hua's expression shifted. Danger surged in his heart.
In a flash, he leapt away.
A pitch-black claw slammed into where he'd just stood, evil Qi exploding as vengeful spirits screamed.
If he'd been caught, his soul would've taken massive damage.
Mo Hua's eyes turned cold. He raised a finger—
And launched a blazing fireball straight at the demon child.
The ram-horned evil fetus raised a single hand—
And effortlessly blocked the flame.
Its twisted infant face contorted in rage.
"Eaaaaaaat…"
In the next moment, it slowly stood up, its entire body boiling with evil intent that twisted into a stream of black energy—rushing straight toward Mo Hua.
"You've barely been born and already want to eat me?"
Mo Hua's face turned grim. He didn't hold back. Golden radiance surged from his body, clashing head-on with the ominous black mist.
In an instant, the two powerful divine wills collided atop the altar, shaking the surroundings. Tables flipped, offerings shattered, even the sacred statues began to crack.
At the center of the tremor, Mo Hua—wreathed in golden light—and the black-blooded Evil Fetus fought fiercely.
Fist to fist.
Kick to kick.
This was divine combat in its rawest, most primal form.
With every round of brutal exchange, the entire altar trembled violently.
The Evil Fetus fought more and more viciously. Mo Hua's attacks grew increasingly fierce.
Golden and black light intertwined as their limbs clashed, yet for now—neither could overpower the other.
The Evil Fetus's expression grew colder and colder.
Mo Hua, however, was growing increasingly alarmed.
He couldn't win.
Ever since he began walking the path of spiritual will—devouring divine essence, refining it into Dao—he'd been virtually unstoppable in divine clashes. Demon? Spirit? One punch, end of story.
If one didn't work, two would.
But now, after nearly a hundred blows, he still couldn't bring this black-horned brat down.
Worse yet—he wasn't even sure he had the upper hand.
More terrifying still—compared on the level of divine soul, this ram-horned Evil Fetus… might actually be stronger than him.
Its only weakness was technique.
It had clearly just hatched—not yet fully "awakened." Its memory hadn't recovered, so it relied on raw instinct. Its attacks were crude, its methods unrefined, and it had no magical techniques.
But as it fought Mo Hua, it began to learn, to adapt, to remember.
Its eyes grew sly.
Its attacks more fluid.
The "memories" etched into its divine soul… were awakening.
Soon, even as they exchanged blows, it began slipping in more techniques:
spewing black mist,
conjuring bloody hands out of nothing,
chains of vengeful spirits,
soul-piercing needles,
ram-bone halberds,
summoning a demonic army…
Each more twisted and vicious than the last.
The pressure on Mo Hua surged.
He could only fight fire with fire—drawing on his divine sense to manifest spells like fireballs, water blades, flowing sand, wooden prisons, and earthen tombs—interwoven with Five Element and Eight Trigram arrays.
Upon the divine altar, black clouds gathered, demonic fog roiled, spells flashed in every hue, and array patterns bombarded the air.
This was a true battle of gods.
Even if Mr. Wu hadn't died earlier, just standing nearby would've killed him dozens of times over from the shockwaves alone.
After hundreds more rounds of furious combat, the Evil Fetus suddenly had a breakthrough. As if guided by some dark instinct, it summoned a giant demonic statue of a ram-horned evil god behind it—raising one massive palm to slam down toward Mo Hua.
Caught completely off guard—Mo Hua had never expected such a move—he hastily threw up a Steelwall Formation, covering himself in golden light and bracing for impact.
The giant palm fell like a sky-darkening mountain.
BOOM.
The formation shone briefly before shattering.
The palm crashed down on Mo Hua.
Evil mist surged like a tide.
Golden light cracked and scattered.
The clash sent divine will rippling like crashing waves.
When the chaos cleared, Mo Hua was still standing, unmoved in the center—though his face had gone pale.
The Evil Fetus didn't attack again.
That battle had stirred something in it.
Its instincts had been sharpened.
Its inherited memories… were now returning.
Its gaze grew more intelligent.
When it looked at Mo Hua now, its once-empty eyes showed a flicker of thought and confusion:
"You are strong… Like a god. But you are not."
"You are human. But not fully."
"You have no divine arts. But you use formations…"
"Strange… In the memories I inherited… there is no existence like you…"
Its voice was halting and childlike, yet disturbingly cold and laced with a jagged, tearing undertone.
At last, it looked at Mo Hua solemnly and said:
"Submit to me. I will pardon your blasphemy."
"Submit to me, and offer your flesh and soul."
"When I fully awaken, I shall grant you divine power beyond compare—exalted status, and unmatched authority…"
Mo Hua's eyelid twitched.
"Fully awaken"…?
Was this Evil Fetus… actually a true body of the Great Wilderness Evil God?
Or worse—was it a genuine divine fetus, born of the Great Wilderness Deity himself?
"This is bad…"
Pain flared in Mo Hua's divine soul.
He'd overused his [Sword of Divine Dread] earlier—first to slay Water Yama, then to shock Xiao Zhenhai. The strain had built up.
Now, after such a brutal battle with this godlike black-horned brat—and having taken a direct hit from the demonic statue's palm—even with his powerful divine sense, he was starting to reach his limit.
Even more dangerous… if this little black lamb really was a "Divine Fetus"…
Then it meant—it was born with the inherited memories of the Great Wilderness Evil God.
Mo Hua had lived only twenty years.
The Evil God? Who knew how many tens of thousands of years.
Its knowledge of the divine path, its power, its deceptions, techniques, and divine arts…
—Mo Hua couldn't even begin to compare.
And just now, he had realized:
This little black lamb—while fighting him—was awakening its inherited memory, gradually absorbing the divine legacy it was born with. Not only was its divine will steadily growing stronger, but it was also gaining more and more techniques.
It could even instinctively use divine arts it didn't even know it had.
And Mo Hua?
He had become this ram-horned Evil Fetus's whetstone—a sharpening tool for its step-by-step evolution.
Mo Hua's face was turning very, very grim.
He was always the one grinding down others.
Never expected someone would try to grind him.
"Treating me like a whetstone, huh? Not worried you'll snap your blade instead?"
He snorted coldly in his heart.
But he also knew—he had to find a way to end this quickly.
Fast.
Before the Divine Fetus fully awakened.
If it fully inherited its power…
He wouldn't stand a chance.
Mo Hua looked at the ram-horned Evil Fetus in front of him and asked:
"You're… a Divine Fetus?"
The Evil Fetus solemnly replied:
"You shall call me 'Master'. Submit to me, and you shall share in the lifespan of Heaven and Earth—undying through the ages…"
Mo Hua inwardly sneered.
Only a fool would buy into some evil god's sales pitch.
He responded with a smirk:
"Sure, I'll submit… but you've gotta agree to one condition."
The Evil Fetus's expression darkened.
Clearly, it didn't like bargaining.
For countless years, no one had ever dared to negotiate with a god like it.
Power. Fame. Disaster. Fortune.
Anything given was divine grace.
Mortals had no right to refuse.
But the one before it… was no mere mortal.
And its divine body had yet to fully awaken.
The grand plan still lay ahead.
This powerful half-god in his youth—if made to submit—would be the sharpest divine blade it could wield.
"What condition?" the Evil Fetus asked in a deep voice.
Mo Hua said simply:
"I eat a lot. Big appetite."
The Evil Fetus recalled something, then answered indifferently:
"It matters not. I command countless demons and devils. You may devour them at will."
Mo Hua shook his head.
"Not enough. My appetite's grown… they no longer satisfy me."
"If you want my loyalty, you'll have to carve off a bit of your divine essence every day… so I can eat my fill."
The moment the words left his mouth—
The Evil Fetus was furious.
The air turned suffocating.
Cut off divine essence?!
Such insolence!
This wretched brat—greedy, disrespectful, and outrageously arrogant—wasn't even worth subjugating!
With a snarl, the Evil Fetus reached out its grotesque hand, summoning once again the demonic statue from before, ready to crush Mo Hua and refine him into ashes.
But—
Mo Hua raised his hand first.
And coldly said:
"Kill."
As his voice dropped, a killing array ignited.
Mo Hua had been silently accumulating divine will throughout their chat.
Now—just as the Evil Fetus was blinded by rage—he struck without mercy, unleashing the Departing Mountain Cremation Compound Array—a trap and kill combo.
Mountains surged upward—forming a cage.
Fiery blazes erupted—like oceans of flame.
The Evil Fetus was powerful. Mo Hua knew this couldn't drag on.
He went all in from the start.
The vast array, fueled by immense divine will, engulfed the entire altar, a sweeping inferno that consumed everything.
And when the flames finally died down…
The Evil Fetus reemerged from the smoke.
Its body was charred and broken, skin cracked and bleeding blackened blood and ash.
Scars covered its deformed figure.
It looked hideous, burned by the array's might.
Its eyes?
Blazing with pure rage.
This was utter blasphemy.
Utter humiliation.
This mortal's soul must be imprisoned in the Three Thousand Great Prisons—burned by karmic fire, devoured by devils, tormented for countless lifetimes…
"Your formation is decent… but do you really think that was enough to kill me?"
The Evil Fetus's voice twisted into a furious snarl.
"Of course not."
A crisp voice rang out.
The Evil Fetus froze.
It snapped its head around—
Only to see: Mo Hua had somehow appeared behind it, golden eyes gleaming with overwhelming brilliance.
"What is that…?!"
Terror froze its spine.
"Sword of Divine Dread."
Mo Hua whispered.
Suddenly, torrents of brilliant golden sword qi burst from him—forming a massive prison of swords behind his back.
Sword bars towered like spears.
Sword light sharp as death.
While the Evil Fetus was still stunned, it realized it had already been trapped inside the sword prison.
Hundreds—thousands—of divine sword lights, heavy with divine will, were slicing into its divine body inch by inch.
Fear began to seep into its soul.
It wanted to resist— But couldn't summon the will.
Somewhere deep down… it felt it deserved this. That it was being punished. As it should be.
Seizing the moment as the Evil Fetus's soul was thrown into chaos— Mo Hua raised his right hand.
With his "Sword Manifestation" technique, he condensed a short golden blade—ancient, radiant, sharp.
He stepped forward.
Grabbed the Evil Fetus—this Divine Fetus, the newborn avatar of the Great Wilderness God—by the throat…
And with a flash of golden light— Plunged the blade into its skull.
(End of this Chapter)