Then the sword light spread like a river breaking its banks, continuing to surge downward. The vast and unmatched Sword Qi slashed towards the body of the black "Mo Hua".
The black "Mo Hua" widened its pupils, its face full of shock. It wanted to resist, to struggle, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a cart, completely powerless. Eventually, it was engulfed by the Sword Qi, utterly submerged in the Tai Xu God-Slaying Sword’s torrent-like sword light...
Transform the formation into a sword, merge with the Tai Xu Sword Dao, comprehend the emotion-slashing of the Heavenly Demon, slay the evil self, and forge the true God-Slaying Sword Style!
With the swing of this sword, finally, the ultimate sword form of the Taixu Divine Thought Sword Transformation True Jue, the God-Slaying Sword, was mastered!
Mo Hua held the massive God-Slaying Sword, feeling as if man and sword, and the Dao, had become one, and that in this world, nothing could not be slain!
Humans could be slain, emotions could be slain, desires could be slain.
Ghosts could be slain, demons could be slain, devils could be slain.
Even deities, could also be slain!
At the moment of achieving the God-Slaying Sword Dao.
Taixu Gate, Sword Tomb at the back mountain.
Broken swords hummed and echoed, the Sword Intent of dead Sword Cultivators transformed into white smoke, rising steadily, merging with the clouds and mist in the mountains.
Patriarch Dugu, who was resting his mind with closed eyes, suddenly opened them, his expression shook.
An anomaly appeared again in the Sword Tomb.
Broken swords sounded alone in the tomb, Sword Qi transformed into white smoke. And unlike before, this time it was more obvious, and the momentum was even greater.
This is a sign of the revival of the Sword Dao at Taixu Gate.
If it were before, Patriarch Dugu might feel gratified and delighted, but now, along with his shock, there is a mix of unrest and fear in his heart.
Others may not see it or hear it, but he can.
He saw clearly that within the Sword Tomb, not only did white smoke arise, but also the phantasmal and eerie images of nine heavens demons that ordinary people could not see.
At this moment, the Heavenly Demons danced chaotically, and the demonic sound filled the ears.
These Heavenly Demons were celebrating, in ecstasy, making terrifying and unpleasant yet seductive cries that enrapture the human heart.
Someone has learned their Dao.
Someone has bridged a path to the Dao, becoming their "anchor point" in this world, becoming another Demon God’s embryo in which the Heavenly Demons manifest on this earthly realm.
The innocent face of Mo Hua floated in Patriarch Dugu’s mind.
He seemed to have instantly aged dozens of years, his silhouette bleak, exuding melancholy.
"Such a good child..."
"It’s all too late now, there’s no turning back..."
"Blessings and misfortunes are intertwined, in the end, it’s my fault..."
In the Sea of Consciousness.
The aftermath of the God-Slaying Sword dissipated.
Mo Hua watched the scene before him and frowned.
The black "Mo Hua" was slain, its Divine Thought shattered, and its origin severed, yet it did not die. Its origin seemed to possess extraordinary vitality.
But after being slain, the evil embryo lost its human form, leaving only a mass of black mist, throbbing like a heart, as if a real "embryo".
It was still trying to repair its injuries.
But the Tai Xu Sword Intent, holding a long-standing legacy, was too sharp, causing severe injuries.
Moreover, the Supreme Emotion Cutting, slashing desire and self, also slashed the resolve of Divine Thought. The slain evil embryo harbored a death wish, clearly wanting to live but lacking the "will to survive".
Because the desire to live had been slashed away.
The evil embryo squirmed, continuously trying to heal wounds that were beyond repair.
Even the conflicting wills of "wanting to live" and "not wanting to live" continued to intertwine.
Mo Hua did not want to delay any longer.
He was truly "exhausted" now.
No matter how strong or cautious he was, no matter how many plans he had, after consecutively slaying a Third Grade Divine Remains and an evil embryo, he had reached his limit.
Mo Hua sighed helplessly, "Having to slay a Third Grade Divine Remains, and an Evil God’s embryo, and slay them consecutively..."
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The pressure he bore at his age was indeed too great.
But fortunately, it was done.
Mo Hua used the last bit of his Divine Thought to manifest a Divine Tao Array, transforming it into Divine Thought chains, completely sealing the "evil embryo" within.
The dwindling evil embryo had no ability to resist.
Mo Hua sat cross-legged in place, waiting a bit, until 1 p.m, when the Taoist Stele emerged, then he lifted the evil embryo and walked towards the Taoist Stele.
On the Taoist Stele, the Robbery Thunder was glaringly red, like a heavenly fire-forged execution blade.
Sensing the aura of annihilation on the Robbery Thunder, the once weak and dying evil embryo, akin to a "tumor of evil thoughts", immediately struggled in fear, shrieking:
"Little devil, bastard, how dare you..."
"I told you, I dare!" Mo Hua said.
The evil embryo struggled for a moment before suddenly falling silent.
Mo Hua paused for a moment, unable to help but ask, "You’re not begging for mercy anymore?"
The evil embryo’s voice became sharper, yet childish, exuding an eerie indifference, "Kill me then."
Its fleshy tumor trembled, opening a slit, like a terrifying large eye, staring intently at Mo Hua, as if trying to forever remember Mo Hua’s appearance.
"Kill me, and I will become one with you."
"In this life and forever, you cannot shed the ’brand’ of the Master of the Great Wilderness, even to the ends of the earth, the believers of the Divine Lord will relentlessly hunt you, viewing your flesh and Divine Soul as the finest offering to the Master of the Great Wilderness..."
"You think I’m scared?" Mo Hua was not afraid at all, even somewhat eager for it.
Yet he was still a bit confused, "If I kill it, it becomes one with me?", "Cannot shed the ’brand’ of the Master of the Great Wilderness?"
Mo Hua’s curiosity was piqued, he almost wanted to ask, but he ultimately held back.
Your downfall comes from talking too much.
He might not be a "villain", but in front of the evil embryo, it’s best to be cautious, seize the moment when it’s weak, take its life, without giving it a chance to recover, otherwise, hesitation would only harm himself.