Chapter 2477: Nurture Evilness |
As Scarface the Camp Leader had his head blown off by Mo Hua with a Fireball Technique, this filthy bandit camp at the state boundary of Xiaojie was utterly slaughtered.
Mo Hua tossed a few fireballs towards the surroundings.
Deep flames shot into the sky, quickly spreading to engulf the whole camp, burning over a hundred corpses along with all its sins to ashes.
The blaze lit up the night, extraordinarily vivid in the darkness.
The stench of charred flesh spread through the mountains with the wind.
At the foot of Xiaojie Mountain, in the village.
The impoverished loose cultivators, who were originally frightened in their dreams, awakened by a faint whiff of decay, looked up to see the fiery glow resembling blood at the horizon, their expressions shocked and fearful.
"Are the mountain bandits attacking again?"
"Quick, hold the children!"
"Men, follow me..."
Within the village, anxious voices clashed into chaos, bustling for a moment, only to find that while there was firelight in the sky, there was no anomaly around the village.
"The mountain bandits...weren’t attacking?"
Someone was perplexed.
Everyone looked up to the sky, and after a while, someone murmured in disbelief:
"Could it be... the bandits... were killed?" .
Everyone glanced at each other.
They wanted to check the situation in the mountains, but fearing the ferocity of the bandits, hesitated, feeling uneasy.
Three days later, a hunter accustomed to the mountains, daring enough, sneaked up the mountain, returning half a day later, trembling with excitement, gesturing:
"Dead!"
"All dead!"
"About ten died on the road, burned to the point of having no intact bodies."
"The entire camp, burned to ashes, all the beasts inside, wiped clean! Vultures are digging into their charred flesh."
"The whole mountain is cleansed..."
This group of loose cultivators was ecstatic, but soon they were puzzled:
"The Camp Leader of those bandit cultivators was a Foundation Establishment, a big shot, killing at whim, who could have killed him? Who had the power to kill him?"
"Not to mention, over a hundred bandit cultivators in the camp, all wicked, could they really be wiped out in one night? Perhaps this is the thunderous deed only Immortals could perform?"
At this, an emaciated old man in the crowd trembled and said:
"Yes, yes... It’s the Immortal child!"
"We wished the Immortal child longevity, prayed for protection, and the Immortal truly answered us, wiped out the mountain bandits in one night, restoring justice and peace..."
The old man shakily knelt down and sincerely prayed:
"May the Immortal child enjoy eternal welfare, live as long as heaven, great mercy and compassion, saving from suffering..."
With these "deeds" now placed, more people began believing in the Immortal child.
They, like the old man, knelt down, worshiping the sky, praying to the Immortal child for blessings, asking for protection...
...
At this moment, the Immortal child they prayed to was enduring agony.
Fifty miles away, in a remote cave in the Desolate Mountain.
A crude and simple Formation surrounded the area.
Mo Hua sat in the cave, lips pale, forehead entirely black, surrounded by almost palpable evil qi, transforming into gray mist flowing from his body, causing patches of vegetation to yellow and wither.
Mo Hua’s inner self was also tormented by murderous intent.
Mysteriously, the villagers’ wished-for power flowed like a stream into Mo Hua’s Life Chart, but couldn’t resist the ocean-deep slaughter.
And Mo Hua had killed more than a hundred mountain bandits this time.
The backlash from the evil qi was heavier than ever before.
With closed eyes, Mo Hua vaguely saw the scene of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation, a dead silence in black and white, the demon cultivators obliterated by the collapsing force in the Blood Sacrifice Array, becoming extinction, turning into fierce, vengeful spirits with distorted, elongated faces, roaring and howling at Mo Hua.
"You killed me..."
"Return my life..."
"You committed such massacre, what meaning is there to live..."
"Your sins are heavy, why shouldn’t you die?"
"Kill everyone..."
"Kill..."
Countless shrill, chaotic voices filled the mind; an ordinary cultivator hearing them would undoubtedly feel a headache that would drive them insane with a frenzy for killing.
But Mo Hua cultivated Divine Sense, understood Taoist Heart, had strong resistance against the roars from such "vengeful spirits and fierce ghosts" related to karma.
Besides, these demon beasts deserved their deaths, they should be killed!
Even if he killed them again, Mo Hua had no guilt whatsoever in his heart.
But the problem is, he killed too many, stirring up too much evil qi.
The Divine Sense Formation, a half-step God like Mo Hua, could ignore these "vengeful spirits."
But he couldn’t ignore this evil qi.
Even a true deity can suppress ghosts but must not underestimate evil qi.
Once excessively corroded by evil qi, even the rightful deity could have their origin polluted, falling into a "God of Killing", "Fierce God", or even "Evil God."
The evil qi grew heavier, Mo Hua’s forehead grew blacker, and his mind was gradually obscured by killing intent.
A voice echoed in Mo Hua’s heart.
This voice was identical to his own but colder, more ruthless:
"People are ignorant, seeking only profit, lacking equality, without the pursuit of Dao, living only for pleasure-seeking, mutually exploiting, causing Heavenly Dao imbalance, and the Immortal way is obscured..."
"Such foolish people should all be dead, all should be killed..."
This statement subtly resonated with a part of Mo Hua’s mindset, stirring thoughts of world-annihilation within him.
Mo Hua furrowed his brows, knowing the matter had reached a point of no choice.
He held his breath and focused, took out the Water Prison Forbidden Box, envisioned the Water Prison Map within, following the traditional cultivation method of the Water Prison Sect, guiding the evil qi into his Divine Thought, imprinting into the heart, merging into the Divine Soul, and unifying with the Seven Spirits Sword Prison.