Originally, everything was within its plan.
The Shen Family, Shen Tuao, the Four Symbols Green Dragon Evil Formation Map, all were within the calculations. Eventually, everyone would die in the nightmare, becoming "food" for the Divine Lord’s embryo.
Not a single bit wasted.
Everything was within the calculations.
But why?
Calculating and calculating, how did it lead to the disappearance of the Divine Lord?
Mr. Tu was overwhelmed with fear, his entire body trembling, eyes fixed on Mo Hua, shouting angrily:
"Speak quickly! What exactly happened?"
What could Mo Hua say?
The remaining Divine Marrow is about to become my meal?
If he dared to say that, Mr. Tu would undoubtedly swallow him whole, tear him to pieces, and even grind his bones to dust.
Mo Hua was nervous and afraid, with a look of confusion: "I don’t know, what are you talking about... What is your Lord?"
Seeing Mo Hua’s bewildered expression, Mr. Tu frowned deeply, his mind racing.
This kid is only at Foundation Establishment, his realm is too low, and his cultivation shallow, he indeed might not know the inner workings of the nightmare...
But what exactly happened...
What did I overlook?
Mr. Tu’s forehead twitched, and a chill ran through his heart.
Could it be... Xun Ziyou!
From Taixu Gate, that Sword Cultivator Elder!
"While I was scheming against Taixu Gate, were they also scheming against me?"
"They seized the opportunity and sent a Sword Cultivator Elder into Solitary Mountain City, deep into the Divine Temple, and I personally sent him into the nightmare."
"Their initial target was the Divine Lord’s Divine Fetus?"
"And that Sword Cultivator Elder of Taixu Gate... could he have cultivated the Taixu Mind Transforming Sword True Jue?!"
Mr. Tu’s expression turned to fear, his pale body slightly twisted, bones trembling, "Did I personally deliver Taixu Gate’s God-slaying ’sword’ right in front of the Divine Lord?"
"Did I invite a wolf into the house?!"
The mark of Divine Punishment throbbed with pain again.
The scenes of punishment from the netherworld were vivid in his memory.
Mr. Tu’s face was ashen, and then he murmured, "No, it can’t be... "
"That Sword Dao Elder was only at the Late Golden Core Stage, how could he possibly learn Divine Thought into sword... "
"Even if he learned it, with his realm, how could he possibly harm the Divine Lord?"
"No, no... "
Mr. Tu’s mind was a chaotic mess, he looked around, and soon found Xun Ziyou lying on the ground, not yet awakened, a flicker of murder passing through his eyes.
Regardless, better to uproot the problem first.
Destroy his physical body, no matter how strong his Divine Soul is, or whether he cultivated Divine Thought into sword, he ultimately won’t survive.
Mr. Tu took steps toward Xun Ziyou.
"He wants to kill Elder Xun!"
Mo Hua realized Mr. Tu’s intention and was immediately anxious.
But he was only at Foundation Establishment, he stood no chance against Mr. Tu, this pale demonic figure.
The battle with the Evil Embryo was extremely difficult and exhausted his Divine Thought completely. He was unable to use the Shocking God Pupil Skill to interfere with Mr. Tu.
Then suddenly, within the hall, a figure awoke, slowly stood up.
Mo Hua turned and looked, his heart skipping a beat.
Shen Shouxing!
He wasn’t dead?
He was also drawn into the Evil God’s nightmare?
Now the nightmare is shattered, and his Divine Sense has awakened too?
"But... why didn’t I see him in the nightmare..."
Mo Hua was full of doubts at this moment.
But considering the present emergency, there was no time to think about all this.
Watching as the pale demonic figure controlled by Mr. Tu’s Evil Thoughts, holding a blood-drenched sacrificial knife, approached Elder Xun step by step, Mo Hua had a sudden idea and pointed at Mr. Tu in shock, exclaiming:
"It was you! You killed Shen Qingsheng!"
Mr. Tu was startled.
The originally disoriented Shen Shouxing suddenly had blood-red eyes, slowly turning to look at "Mr. Tu".
Mr. Tu’s appearance was of a human demon with a deformed face, deathly pale skin, one hand clutching human skin, the other holding a sacrificial knife, both hands stained with blood.
A perfect image of a "murderer".
Shen Shouxing, stirred by this bloody scene, felt his heart tremble, and his voice was hoarse, "You... killed Qing’er?"
"You... killed my only son?"
Shen Shouxing’s eyes were filled with blood veins.
Mr. Tu remained silent, not refuting.
In a sense, Shen Qingsheng did indeed die by his hand.
He initiated the nightmare, sending everyone’s Divine Thought to the Evil Embryo. If Shen Qingsheng died in the nightmare, then he was indeed the "murderer".
Of course, he didn’t know, Shen Qingsheng was actually fattened by Mo Hua like a pig, then used as a kite in the sky, feeding those vengeful spirits and fierce ghosts.
But his silence was equivalent to consent.
Shen Shouxing was struck as if by lightning, and then hatred spread like wildfire, instantly igniting his fury.
Shen Shouxing drew his sword with his left arm, eyes ferocious, and charged at Mr. Tu with a vicious sword light.
"I want you... to pay for my son’s life!"
Shen Shouxing, consumed with anger, spared no effort on this strike.
Mr. Tu dared not be careless, he had to abandon Xun Ziyou and engaged in battle with Shen Shouxing.
Shen Shouxing’s sword moves were ruthless, and Mr. Tu’s strikes were insidious. For a while, sword Qi and blood light intertwined, shadows crisscrossing within the Divine Temple, fighting to a standstill.
Successfully directing the danger elsewhere, Mo Hua let out a sigh of relief.
He took advantage of Mr. Tu and Shen Shouxing’s fight and quietly approached Xun Ziyou, whispering:
"Elder Xun, wake up..."
"Hey..."
"Elder Xun, please wake up... Don’t you dare die on us."
Xun Ziyou still showed no reaction.
Mo Hua had no choice but to pinch his philtrum and yank his ears, "If you don’t wake up, we’ll all die here..."
Whether it was hearing Mo Hua say they’d die here, or the ear-pulling hurt him, Xun Ziyou frowned and slowly opened his eyes.