Chapter 860 – Fusion of the Divine Fetus
The sword pierced the skull. Golden light slowly spread out, slicing apart the pitch-black, murky Evil Fetus—tainted with demonic aura, black blood, and a filthy, amniotic-stained aura—bit by bit.
It was shocked. Enraged. Terrified.
But powerless.
The dread imposed by the Sword of Divine Dread still lingered.
It couldn't escape Mo Hua's hands, locked tight around its throat.
The Sword Manifestation technique's terrifying sword intent continued driving into its skull, twisting and grinding away its existence.
"You… deserve to die…"
The Evil Fetus's voice howled with shrill, bitter agony.
But Mo Hua remained unmoved.
Instead, he summoned all his divine will, condensing even stronger sword intent, pouring it fully into the divine sword formed from his consciousness.
A Divine Fetus of an Evil God, with its inherited memories, must never be allowed to mature.
This was the only chance. He had to strike with everything—swift and ruthless—to obliterate it completely.
Sword qi and demonic aura clashed and tangled.
No one knew how long the deadlock lasted, but eventually, the Evil Fetus lost its mind.
Its expression faded into dullness.
Its pupils dispersed.
It stopped struggling.
The black blood dried.
The evil aura was shredded by the sword light, bit by bit.
Until—finally—it was completely wiped out.
Mo Hua frowned slightly. He released his divine sense and swept the surroundings.
No trace of strange aura remained.
Only then did he feel slightly relieved.
But at the same time, he was a bit confused.
"That's it?"
"Completely gone? Not even a speck of ash left?"
Mo Hua shook his head.
"So much sinister energy, even had ram horns… Thought it was some terrifying enemy, turns out it was just this kind of trash. A newborn little lamb, fresh out of the cradle…"
He snorted, disdain thick in his voice.
But it was just lip service.
Deep down, he knew clearly—this Evil Fetus was the strongest demonic will he had ever faced.
Its divine soul was both strange and powerful, and it possessed inherited divine knowledge.
Had it been allowed to grow just a bit longer—reach full maturity—there was no telling who would win.
Even now, killing this "Evil Fetus" while it was still in the cradle had come at a heavy price.
His soul was even more damaged.
His divine sense was nearly depleted.
If it weren't for the compound formation and the Sword of Divine Dread plus Sword Manifestation he'd kept hidden as trump cards, unleashing them at the perfect moment to turn the tide—
He might've burned out completely and still failed to kill the ram-horned Evil Fetus.
After such a brutal battle, his soul began to throb painfully again, his divine will faltering.
Mo Hua furrowed his brows tightly.
"I need to recover for now…"
He muttered to himself, severed the connection with the Tree of Divine Authority, and withdrew his divine consciousness from the altar, returning to his own Sea of Consciousness.
Once there, away from demonic interference, Mo Hua finally sighed in relief.
He sat down, focused inward, and began to meditate in peace.
Within the quiet of his inner mindscape, he stilled his breath, calmed his spirit, and sat cross-legged in total concentration.
As he entered a tranquil state, his frayed and scattered soul gradually settled.
His drained divine will began to slowly recover.
But—
In a forgotten corner, unnoticed by all…
Thin wisps of black mist were quietly beginning to stir.
They were subtle—nearly imperceptible—but brimming with a dense, malevolent aura.
They emerged from the void itself, reviving, expanding…
Until they coalesced into a jet-black, ram-horned serpent demon, its mouth wide with black-blooded fangs, lunging silently at Mo Hua's back—
But just before it could strike—
A pale, delicate hand clamped around its throat.
No one knew when—but Mo Hua had already opened his eyes.
His gaze calm, curious as he studied the creature.
The ram-horned black serpent squirmed furiously.
But Mo Hua's hand held firm—like a steel vise—completely unmoving.
In the end, the black mist scattered from his grip, retreated, and re-formed at a distance—
Into the same dark, deformed, ram-horned Evil Fetus.
It glared at Mo Hua with venomous eyes and asked in a cold voice:
"You knew I was latched onto you?"
Mo Hua remained silent.
Yes—he knew.
He had sensed that the Evil Fetus had attached itself to him.
Earlier, it did appear as though it had been completely killed—divine soul extinguished, not a trace left.
But Mo Hua knew it couldn't be that simple.
He'd fought too many Evil God manifestations.
Even just the god-corpse avatars had been difficult enough.
This one? A Divine Fetus, born from the source?
There was no way one clean strike had killed it for good.
What puzzled Mo Hua, though—was where it had attached itself.
He had scanned himself repeatedly…
Yet he never once detected any trace of the Evil God's aura.
If that were true, then the Evil God's ability to hide and burrow was truly terrifying.
Very few cultivators in the same realm could survive this kind of divine infiltration.
Mo Hua's expression turned grave.
The Evil Fetus noticed he was lost in thought and grew irritated—but then, it gave a chilling grin:
"Summoning formations from nothing, conjuring swords with divine will… In my inherited memories, you are the strongest among all lower-tier divine beings."
"Even some second-tier gods, born from Heaven and Earth itself, are inferior to you."
"As an Evil God, it's effortless for me to corrupt and defile weak-minded deities. But you… I must admit: with my current, not-yet-awakened state—I really can't kill you."
"That is recognition from this deity. You should feel honored."
Mo Hua rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed.
The Evil Fetus's brow twitched but endured the slight.
Only the disrespect of the weak is called insolence. The strong? They're allowed a bit of arrogance.
After clashing so many times, the Evil Fetus—this Divine Fetus of the Great Wilderness Evil God—was granting Mo Hua a rare patience.
"I admit I can't kill you. But you should also know—you can't kill me either."
"My soul originates from the Lord of the Great Wilderness."
"My existence spans tens of thousands of years."
"My will is eternal within the divine path."
"Now that I have taken form, I am a seed of a demonic god. Like all Evil Gods—I cannot die."
"This is my final offer… and the last blessing I grant you."
Its expression turned regal, divine, oppressive:
"Submit to me, and receive the immortal blessing."
"Refuse… and you will descend into the Three Thousand Infernos—your soul annihilated!"
Mo Hua shrugged.
"I already told you: I would consider surrendering—if you'd give me some divine essence to eat every day. But no… You won't even give up a scrap of god-marrow, and you expect me to serve you for free? What kind of deal is that?"
The Evil Fetus's killing intent surged.
"Greedy fool. Stubborn beyond saving."
It lost all patience.
Letting out a bone-chilling wail, it transformed into a half-matured, horned demonic general, surrounded by shadowy wind, lunging straight at Mo Hua.
Mo Hua raised his right hand and summoned a golden sword, charging straight into battle.
One man. One demon.
A young demigod…
And a divine fetus of an Evil God…
Once again, clashed fiercely within Mo Hua's Sea of Consciousness.
Demonic aura erupted.
Sword light blazed.
Yet—Mo Hua's soul was injured, and his divine will was nearly spent.
The Evil Fetus wasn't doing much better—it had been blasted by the Departing Mountain Cremation Formation, then shocked by the Sword of Divine Dread, then skewered through the head by the Manifested Sword.
Its wounds were no lighter than Mo Hua's.
Thus, this round of battle—though smaller in scale—was even more dangerous.
No one knew how many rounds passed…
But in the end, Mo Hua, master of divine spellcraft, arrays, and sword conjuration, still proved superior to this newborn Divine Fetus.
He drained the Evil Fetus's divine will, bound it in a water prison, locked it with a golden chain formation, and began to dismantle it, piece by piece.
First with elemental fire and water techniques.
Then the five-phase eight-trigram arrays.
And finally, the ultimate Sword of Divine Will.
One after another, every technique Mo Hua had—he used them all.
When his divine will ran out, he meditated and recovered—then resumed.
Spell. Array. Sword. Endlessly tormenting the Evil Fetus.
He wanted to experiment— Without any external aid—could his own divine will alone inflict truly destructive damage on a being so close to the source of an Evil God?
But just as expected—he failed.
With the divine will techniques Mo Hua currently possessed, even if he exhausted every method he had, he could at most only destroy the surface-level divine will of the Evil God.
As for the true divine soul—one that neared the Evil God's origin—he simply couldn't erase it.
Mo Hua let out a sigh.
"So it can't be done…"
The Evil Fetus, after being subjected to Mo Hua's endless "torment," was already seething with fury.
It had been countless years since any true god, demon, ghost, evil soul, or divine cultivator had ever caused it such utter humiliation.
This shame would be burned into its divine soul forever.
And one day, if its true body ever revived—
It would surely command its followers and hordes of monsters to hunt this little brat down at all costs—
Split his soul. Slice his spirit. Cast him into eternal torment—
To pay the price for the sin he had committed today.
Its heart roiling with rage, it sneered darkly:
"You're wasting your effort. I already told you—you can't kill me."
Mo Hua nodded with a sigh.
"That's true. I can't kill you…"
Then, without another word, Mo Hua gripped the ram-horned Evil Fetus by the neck and dragged it toward the center of his Sea of Consciousness.
The Evil Fetus's expression shifted.
"What are you doing?"
"You'll see in a moment," Mo Hua replied flatly.
Still bound, the Evil Fetus was pulled to the center of Mo Hua's inner world.
Then, with a mere flick of his divine will, Mo Hua called out to the ancient presence buried deep within the void.
A moment later—
A booming sound like a great bell echoed through the Sea of Consciousness.
From amidst the nothingness, an ancient, broken Dao Stele slowly began to emerge.
A wave of vast, boundless Dao aura surged outward.
The Evil Fetus's face twisted in panic. It trembled and stammered:
"Dao…"
Its inherited memories stirred—something ancient told it this broken stele was familiar, terrifying, taboo…
But no matter how hard it tried—it could not recall exactly what the stele was.
It was as if something forbidden lay hidden within it.
A terror so deep that even an Evil God who had lived tens of thousands of years…
Would not dare touch it. Would not dare approach. Would not dare interfere.
Mo Hua raised an eyebrow at the reaction—genuinely surprised.
He paused deliberately, curious to see whether the Evil Fetus might reveal anything about the stele's origin.
But clearly—it didn't know much either.
Mo Hua felt a little disappointed. But after a moment's thought, he let it go.
He couldn't afford to drag this out any longer.
They were still in the deepest depths of the Dragon King Temple, at the bottom of the White Bone Labyrinth.
He had already wasted far too much time on this Evil Fetus.
Any more delay might lead to unforeseen danger.
Quick and decisive.
Mo Hua was ready to repeat the old trick—"Ram-head Teppanyaki"—
Use the Dao Stele to suppress the Evil God, summon heavenly lightning to erase its soul, refine away its evil aura, and extract pure divine essence.
He'd fought so long.
It was about time he had a decent meal.
But just then, the Evil Fetus spoke:
"So that's it… Now I understand. Why my flesh, my bones, even though they carried my will—were completely destroyed."
"So… you possess such an ancient, innate treasure…"
"But if you think that alone is enough to deal with me… you're still far too naive…"
"You must remember—things in this world… rarely go exactly as you wish."
Its voice grew cold. The laughter that followed was unsettling.
Mo Hua's heart suddenly sank.
Something wasn't right.
He immediately tried to summon heavenly lightning to destroy the Evil Fetus completely—
But as he raised his hand—
His palm was empty.
"Gone?"
Mo Hua's eyes narrowed. He quickly turned his divine gaze inward.
After a long moment, he finally discovered:
The Evil Fetus had transformed into threads of black mist, like blood, and seeped directly into his Divine Will Avatar.
And not only that—
It was infiltrating his divine soul.
Slowly… merging with it.
By the time Mo Hua realized it—it was already too late.
One of his Seven Souls—the Fushi Soul (伏矢魄)—had completely turned a filthy, corrupted black.
That color was the mark of an Evil God. A sign of contamination.
Mo Hua's face changed.
He immediately activated the Sword of Divine Dread, hoping to purify his Seven Souls with sword qi.
The other six responded—sword qi could still cleanse them.
But the Fushi Soul—did not react at all.
It was as if it no longer belonged to him.
At that moment—Mo Hua realized he was speaking.
But the words weren't his.
The Evil Fetus, now parasitic inside one of his Seven Souls, was using his own mouth to speak.
Even Mo Hua's facial expression had unknowingly contorted into the Evil Fetus's cruel, sinister grin.
His voice turned high-pitched, sharp, and eerie:
"This Evil Soul Fusion Technique—to fuse the fetus into the soul—can only be used once per Divine Fetus."
"I hadn't planned to use it so easily…"
"But I never expected you to harbor such a tremendous secret. Without resorting to this innate divine ability, I'd have truly perished here."
"To force this deity to such extremes—you should feel honored."
"But this is the end. My Divine Fetus has already fused with your Fushi Soul."
"It will slowly spread… until it fully merges with your divine soul… and transforms you."
"By then—you are me. I am you."
"You will become the vessel through which I descend into the world…"
"You will be my Furnace, and one of the many true forms of the Lord of the Great Wilderness!"
Under the influence of the Evil Fetus, Mo Hua let out a laugh like a night owl's shriek.
But the next instant—he clapped his hand over his mouth.
Then rubbed his face vigorously, trying to return his expression to normal.
Finally, he sneered:
"Little lamb, you're dreaming!"
He once again activated the Seven-Soul Sword of Divine Dread, but still could not purify the corrupted soul.
He tried to meditate, focus, calm his mind.
But the Divine Fetus of the Evil God had already burrowed too deep.
It had nearly become one with his divine soul.
As long as it lay dormant—avoiding the use of demonic will, and not actively corrupting his Dao Heart—Mo Hua couldn't detect it at all.
Kill it?
Mo Hua frowned.
Spells and arrays weren't strong enough. Form a divine sword from his will… to cut his own soul?
But the Evil Fetus had already fused with him. Even if he could sever it, he probably wouldn't be able to destroy it.
And if he accidentally cut off a soul fragment—well, then he'd be in real trouble.
Even if he didn't die, he might end up a vegetable.
What about borrowing the Dao Stele or heavenly tribulation lightning?
Mo Hua considered it—same problem.
The Evil Fetus was fused into his Fushi Soul.
If it showed itself, and he caught it, then sure—the Dao Stele could suppress it, the heavenly lightning could obliterate it.
But right now? It was completely dormant, hiding deep in his soul using that "Evil Soul Fusion Technique."
It had become part of him.
The Dao Stele couldn't suppress that.
And tribulation lightning? Using that would be equivalent to destroying himself.
Because killing the Evil Fetus… was killing himself.
A chill crept through Mo Hua's heart.
"This is… actually serious trouble."
He frowned, racking his brain, digging through all his divine cultivation knowledge and techniques. But no matter how hard he thought—he came up with absolutely nothing.
He sucked in a sharp breath.
"I really messed this up…"
"Played myself straight into a corner."
Mo Hua's head throbbed.
He never imagined that even after so many calculations and contingencies—
When everything was ready, when the dishes were ordered and on the table—
He'd turn around and smack right into the Divine Fetus of an Evil God.
"This can't be coincidence. I was definitely set up…"
"But who would scheme against me? That Mr. Tu?"
Mo Hua furrowed his brows, thought for a moment, and nodded slightly. That felt very likely.
He made a mental note to settle this score later.
But revenge could wait. The real problem was—what now?
Mo Hua thought hard, but still couldn't come up with a solution. Finally, he just sighed and compromised—for now.
"Forget it… I'll get out first."
"Once I'm out, I'll figure something out. Maybe ask Lord Huangshan… or just come clean with Venerable Elder Xun? Tell him I've been possessed by an Evil God—not some leftover divine remnant, but the actual fetus of an Evil God?"
"No idea if Elder Xun would just slap me to death on the spot…"
Mo Hua muttered to himself.
But honestly, he had no better options. Once he left, if things got worse, he'd have no choice but to go to Elder Xun.
As his divine will prepared to exit the Sea of Consciousness, he suddenly paused.
He felt uneasy.
After thinking for a bit, he set up a divine array around his soul—sealing his own divine soul.
Just in case the Evil Fetus acted up behind his back.
Of course, with his soul sealed, he couldn't use the Sword of Divine Dread.
That sword required activating all Seven Souls.
And now that one of them was corrupted, the technique was no longer reliable.
If he tried it—if the Seven Souls exited his body—it would give the hidden Evil Fetus a perfect opportunity to invade deeper, to corrupt his soul even further…
Mo Hua sighed again.
After securing his soul and confirming the Evil Fetus wasn't acting up, Mo Hua's divine will finally left the Sea of Consciousness and returned to reality.
He opened his eyes.
Still the same altar as before.
The altar within the nightmare had been left in total chaos from his battle with the Evil Fetus.
But the real-world altar remained intact.
On the white bone altar, eerie candles still flickered. Blood-drenched offerings were still arranged in place.
Mister Wu was still kneeling there.
But his divine soul had been shattered within the nightmare.
What remained now was just a corpse.
Mo Hua, worried that Uncle Gu and the others would be concerned, initially wanted to leave quickly—but the more he thought about it, the angrier he got.
He'd been screwed over.
Worse yet—his painstakingly cultivated Sword of Divine Dread had been "sealed."
The more Mo Hua thought about it, the more annoyed he became.
The more he dwelled on it, the more he felt like he'd been shortchanged.
So he simply jumped back onto the altar.
His divine sense dove into the nightmare realm of the altar again.
Amidst radiant laws of the Great Dao, he connected to the Tree of Divine Authority, seized control over its permissions, and began revenge-ordering from the Lord of the Great Wilderness's divine tree of permissions.
"Dare to mess with me? Fine—I'm eating your whole menu!"
Before, he was subtle about it—afraid of being discovered.
But now?
He'd fought.
He'd lost.
He'd been tricked by that little lamb of the Lord of the Great Wilderness.
Mo Hua was fuming.
So now?
No more mercy.
He was going to enjoy one massive freeloader feast!
One node after another.
Nightmare after nightmare.
Countless monsters and demons—all looted clean, like he was ransacking their homes.
Like a storm sweeping through broken clouds.
But just as he was ticking off another order, Mo Hua suddenly froze.
He'd found… something big.
A node ahead gave off a vaguely familiar aura—yet one that made his skin crawl.
It was a presence of darkness, of blood, of pure evil god essence.
Something half-monster, half-demon, half-human—perhaps even half-divine.
An unnamed, chaotic creation.
(End of Chapter)