Xun Ziyou pondered for a moment but had no clue. Although he was an Elder of the Taixu Gate, his heart was devoted to the Sword Dao, and he knew little about the various changes and countless mysteries of Divine Thought.
This was something that interested Xun Zixian.
Xun Ziyou couldn’t help but turn his head to look at Mo Hua.
He knew that in this area of Divine Thought, Mo Hua had profound accomplishments and possessed insights beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Mo Hua thought for a moment, then spoke honestly:
"The root of the nightmare lies deep within this Divine Temple. If the root isn’t resolved, everyone will remain trapped in this nightmare, never able to wake up."
Xun Ziyou pondered for a moment, frowning as he said:
"If that’s the case... then let’s take a trip to the depths of this Divine Temple. Besides that, it seems there are no other methods."
However, his expression was still very grave.
The Fierce Ghosts outside were difficult enough to handle, let alone the horror of what existed deep within the Divine Temple.
But at this point, there was no other choice.
Xun Ziyou intended to set off, but Mo Hua shook his head and said: "You cannot go; I will go alone."
Xun Ziyou was taken aback.
Master Gu and Fan Jin exchanged glances, somewhat puzzled.
In this situation, Mo Hua couldn’t afford to be modest but instead asserted confidently: "If I go in, there might be a sliver of survival; if you go in, you’re sure to die."
A drop of water shall be repaid with a surge of gratitude.
Elder Xun had always taken good care of him.
Master Gu and Master Fan had also helped him a lot.
He didn’t want Elder Xun and the others to make a noble sacrifice and die in this nightmare.
If he were powerless, it would be one thing, but since he had the strength, it was even more impossible to let those around him suffer any mishap.
Those who should be killed must die;
Those who are to be saved cannot be lost.
If not for this, then what Dao is there to cultivate, what great powers to seek?
Mo Hua’s gaze was firm, and his small frame exuded immense presence.
Xun Ziyou looked at Mo Hua, his heart trembling, and after a silent moment, he sighed and agreed:
"Alright, I’ll listen to you."
Master Gu and Fan Jin wanted to say something, but seeing Elder Xun nod, they could only swallow their words.
Mo Hua nodded, the urgency of time pressing, he explained nothing further, turned around, and walked alone toward the deepest part of the Divine Temple.
After a few steps, Mo Hua suddenly remembered something, turned back, and looked at Xun Ziyou and the others, frowning.
He thought leaving Elder Xun and the others here was somewhat unsafe, so he condensed his Divine Thought and drew some Divine Formations:
"Stay inside the Formation, and under no circumstances should you come out."
The three of them were amazed but nodded silently.
Mo Hua then felt reassured and left.
Xun Ziyou watched Mo Hua’s departing figure, then lowered his head, looking at the exquisitely intricate golden Formation on the ground, and couldn’t help but frown.
"What kind of Formation is this...?"
In the nightmare world, these Formations laid by Mo Hua were as secure as a fortress, making even him, a Golden Core Elder, feel a sense of powerlessness...
Xun Ziyou pondered for a moment, suddenly having an unbelievable guess:
Could the Fierce Ghosts they encountered have scurried away with their tails between their legs because they saw Mo Hua?
No way... he’s only at Foundation Establishment...
Xun Ziyou was silent for a moment, sighing inwardly:
"In the end, we still underestimated this child..."
"Still, the ancestors, with their far-sightedness, recognized his worth..."
Xun Ziyou raised his head and found that Mo Hua’s figure had already faded into the distance, disappearing deep within the Divine Temple.
"With the protection of the ancestors of the Taixu Gate, nothing must go wrong..."
...
The deepest part of the Divine Temple.
Before Mo Hua stood a grand golden door.
On the door were carved various magnificent reliefs.
But now, these reliefs were covered in malevolence, soaked in black blood, tainted with decayed flesh, emitting an eerie aura.
Behind the door was the Evil Embryo.
A heart-palpitating fluctuation emanated from behind the door.
Mo Hua’s expression showed a hint of hesitation.
A Third-Grade pinnacle Divine Fetus, completely unlike ordinary Evil Spirits. To be honest, he wasn’t very confident.
But this was the only way out.
To break the nightmare, it was necessary to eliminate this Evil Embryo.
Fortunately, the previous sacrifice of Shen Qingsheng cut off some causality, dissipating some grievances, which somewhat weakened the foundation of the Evil Embryo.
With less agony, despair, and old grudges fueling it from the vengeful spirits and fierce ghosts, the Evil Embryo would be somewhat weaker.
Though it might not weaken significantly, this was the utmost Mo Hua could currently achieve.
The weaker you are, the more you have to do your utmost, accumulating every bit of advantage, creating victory from the smallest of margins.
Mo Hua took a deep breath, extended his hand, and pushed open the door to the Divine Temple.
The door slowly opened.
Boundless death energy, bone-chilling cold, and eerie malevolence rushed forward like a tide.
Mo Hua broke through the sinister energy, stepping into the great hall.
The interior of the hall came into Mo Hua’s view.
A grand and luxurious yet sinister and decayed hall.
A dragon coffin stained with filth and flesh had already been opened.
Kneeling before the dragon coffin, with flesh corroded to nothingness, the body deformed and fused with dragon bones, lay the already deceased Second Elder.
On the ground lay a mutilated corpse, cut open and gutted.
It was Elder Bear Pi.
But now, his body was shattered into pieces, a flayed snake lay discarded on the floor, and a bear paw was being gnawed by a deformed creature at the center.
Sensing Mo Hua’s entrance, this "creature" paused for a moment, slowly turning around.
Mo Hua’s pupils trembled.
This was a malformed, chaotic, twisted creature, born from a mixture of various flesh and blood.
It had a towering body, black blood flowing, and uncontrolled, grotesque tumors growing on it.
Its face was long and sinister, with black and red eyes exuding an icy cruelty and pure malice.
This is... Lord Yellow Mountain!
The Evil Embryo’s true form was a blackened, fallen, amalgamation of various demon monster flesh... Lord Yellow Mountain.