Chapter 1058: The Assembly of the Ten Thousand Demons
Mo Hua followed Mr. Tu and stepped into the Great Demon Hall, where in an instant countless demon cultivators cast either frenzied or sinister gazes.
Most of them looked at Mr. Tu.
But quite a few demon cultivators were looking at Mo Hua.
A look of shock appeared on many demon cultivators' faces.
They didn't understand why such a strange and special young man was following behind Mr. Tu.
Mo Hua was handsome, wearing the Daoist robes of a righteous sect, with a pure and elegant aura, but on his forehead he wore an ancient tooth-bone circlet, giving off a wild exotic charm. He appeared both upright and wicked, both pure and wild, with a very unique temperament — both like a favored son of the righteous path and a wild saint of the barbaric lands.
Everyone began to speculate about Mo Hua's identity, and the hall fell momentarily silent.
Mr. Tu then led Mo Hua to the main seat high in the hall and sat down.
Mo Hua had no seat, so he stood confidently beside Mr. Tu.
The demon cultivators' gazes roamed over Mo Hua, but no one spoke.
However, a ghost-headed monk wearing a skull necklace seemed to recognize something. His eyes widened sharply and he slowly said:
"Mr. Tu... could this kid be...?"
Mr. Tu nodded, "His name is Mo Hua."
As soon as these two words were spoken, the entire hall erupted.
"Mo Hua!"
"One of the Eight Great Sect Heavenly Talents, leader of the Qian School of Array Formation, Crown Prince of the Tai Xu Sect..."
"To think it's this freak!"
"Mr. Tu actually brought this kid along? Truly powerful."
...
Mo Hua was a bit dazed. He didn't even know when he had become so famous. The golden core demon cultivators in the hall seemed to have all heard of his "great name" and looked quite excited to see him.
However, their excitement did not seem like a good thing.
"This kid is too freakish, kill him," said a demon cultivator.
"The other day at the sword forum, I took human form to blend in and saw with my own eyes. His array formation skills are truly terrifying."
"If we spare his life, given time, he will definitely become a great trouble."
"Killing him is such a pity, better to eat him raw. I've eaten all kinds of people in my life, but never tasted the 'human flesh' of this Qian School Heavenly Talent."
A female demon leader in red, with a delicate and charming face and bright red lips, covered her mouth and giggled:
"You coarse brutes don't understand romance. Such a handsome boy, killing and eating him is such a waste. Better to come with me, savor tender passions, and it won't be a life wasted."
A demon cultivator in black robes sneered:
"Entering your Hehuan Sect's boudoir is worse than being killed outright."
"This boy's body is fragile, he won't survive your torment."
The charming red-robed female cultivator ignored him, staring fixedly at Mo Hua's face, lightly licking her red lips with watery eyes:
"Born with such good looks, how could I bear to torment him? I will cherish him well. Let him nourish me, replenish my body — it wouldn't be unacceptable at all."
There are many handsome men in the world.
But one like Mo Hua, both pure and soft, graceful as a heavenly being — such a face is rare in the world.
Moreover, with his human vitality, divine solemnity, and a hint of forbidden demonic aura, he was utterly captivating.
Ordinary people might not feel this deeply, but the red-robed female cultivator from the Hehuan Sect, having seen countless people, naturally knew such an extraordinary appearance was a supreme treasure of the Hehuan Sect. Whether cultivating the "path of love" or the "path of desire," he was like an innate treasure.
This red-robed female cultivator was burning with desire.
Nearby demon cultivators only sneered coldly.
The hall was noisy, but Mr. Tu's eyes slightly narrowed as he said:
"Quiet."
Demon cultivators were usually unruly and resisted control, but hearing "quiet," they gradually toned down and quieted.
As a transformed demon leader and the "spokesperson" of the evil god, Mr. Tu clearly had great prestige.
The noise in the hall gradually ceased.
Mr. Tu said in a deep voice: "Before the resurrection of the Divine Lord, this child must not be coveted, killed, or harmed, or it will be considered rebellion against the Divine Lord."
The demon lords present were all chilled in their hearts.
But since Mr. Tu spoke, they extinguished their thoughts. Those who couldn't suppress their thoughts could only temporarily bury them deep inside, unwilling to reveal them.
With the turmoil around Mo Hua subsiding, Mr. Tu sat in the high seat and looked down at the crowd, slightly nodding:
"The Great Wilderness Blood Sacrifice Demon Assembly begins now\..."
The demon lords, under Mr. Tu's organization, began discussing the specifics of the Great Wilderness Blood Sacrifice Formation.
They discussed "official business."
Mo Hua stood quietly nearby, listening.
His mental sea was sealed by Mr. Tu, and his bodily freedom was restricted. Surrounded by so many demon lords and trapped inside this magnificent evil god temple, naturally, he couldn't cause any trouble.
Mr. Tu only kept him close, under his watchful eye, and otherwise ignored him.
Mo Hua acted suitably "obedient," standing quietly by Mr. Tu's side, listening to the demon cultivators reporting the progress of the Blood Sacrifice Formation and in his heart, constantly completing and refining his understanding and conjecture of the Blood Sacrifice Formation's construction.
At the same time, he quietly observed the origins and backgrounds of the demon cultivators.
What surprised Mo Hua was how broad the affiliations of these demon lords were, and many famous demon sects he had heard of before.
The Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, Blood Refining Sect.
These two demon sects were deeply involved in the Blood Sacrifice.
The structure of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain's Ten Thousand Demon Valley was from the great demon faction, Ten Thousand Demon Mountain.
The vampire technique of Yanluo Mountain Demon Sect came from the ancient demon sect, Blood Refining Sect.
Clearly, Mr. Tu had "deep" cooperation with these two demon sects, otherwise, he couldn't directly use their two demon sect legacies.
The most demon cultivators from these two sects were also present.
This point was not surprising to Mo Hua.
Besides these, there were also some "familiar faces."
For example, the "Demon Sword Sect" who carry demon swords and call themselves sword slaves;
The "Yin Corpse Valley" that tame, raise, and refine corpses;
And the "Profound Demon Sect" that forges demon fetuses from humans.
Those who participated in the Demon Assembly years ago and planned to besiege Mo Hua's master were mostly from these demon sects.
The only sect Mo Hua had little contact with was the Hehuan Sect.
The red-robed female cultivator from the Hehuan Sect in the hall kept staring at Mo Hua, with a look as if she wanted to "eat" him, making Mo Hua very uncomfortable.
Therefore, Mo Hua's impression of the Hehuan Sect was quite bad.
Another thing Mo Hua was very concerned about was the Profound Demon Sect.
The leader of the Profound Demon Sect was a late-stage golden core demon cultivator in black robes. He said:
"The Young master has urgent matters and has returned to the sect first, entrusting me to attend this Gathering of Ten Thousand Demons on his behalf..."
This sentence left Mo Hua somewhat puzzled.
The "young master" mentioned should be "Xuan Gongzi" (Mysterious Young Master).
But hadn't Xuan Gongzi already died inside the Gushan Tomb?
He didn't die?
Or was the Black Robed Golden Core from the Xuanmo Sect lying?
Mo Hua slightly frowned, sensing something strange in this matter.
By common sense, this Xuan Gongzi could never have "lived" and walked out of Gushan...
He silently noted this in his heart, planning to clarify it later when he had time, and then continued to eavesdrop while observing.
Taking advantage of the demon lords discussing, Mo Hua thus learned about their backgrounds almost completely.
After understanding the Golden Core demon lords, Mo Hua calmly glanced sideways at the stage.
On the high seat of the great hall, though with some differences in rank, there were three cultivators roughly on par with Mr. Tu.
One had deep nasolabial folds — the traitor from the Shangguan family, Shangguan Wang, at the Feathered Ascension stage.
The other two appeared emaciated: one looked like an old slave, carrying a heavy black iron sword case on his back.
The other was half corpse half human, with the left side of his face normal, and the right side rotten like a corpse. Beside him stood a blood-patterned golden coffin.
These two were both Feathered Ascension stage demons.
Since entering the hall, these two suppressed their breath and nurtured their spirits, completely silent, but their aura was terrifying.
Mo Hua guessed these two demons were likely beyond the initial Feathered Ascension stage.
The two Feathered Ascension demon lords made no sound; Mo Hua only glanced at them from the corner of his eye and then withdrew his gaze.
Cultivators of this level, especially demonic immortals, he dared not pry too much to avoid trouble.
These two profound Feathered Ascension demons seemed indifferent to Mo Hua, simply closing their eyes to nurture their spirits.
The discussion in the hall continued.
After a long negotiation, the topic naturally moved to the next phase.
"Mr. Tu..." A bald arhat tattooed with python patterns bowed to Mr. Tu, "We're handling the matter, and we hope you won't break our agreed benefits..."
"My Wan Yao Mountain does not ask for much, only a mountain realm covered by the blood sacrifice array, to slaughter people for raising demon beasts."
Once he spoke, other demon cultivators also chimed in:
"The leader of my Blood Refining Sect ordered to use the cultivators of a city to nourish a blood pool. Yan Shui City would be suitable..."
"I want the corpses of the dead, my Yin Corpse Valley will take them..."
"The corpses of prodigies, my Xuanmo Sect wants to cultivate demonic fetuses..."
"In Gushan, there's a large refining workshop, no one knows who built it. After the slaughter of the city, it just so happens to use the ready human blood and flesh inside to refine 'Demonic Swords'..."
"I want one thousand robust Foundation Establishment male cultivators for harvesting, and one thousand virgins' fresh blood to make 'Rouge'..."
...
The荒天 Blood Sacrifice Array was completed, causing utter devastation to the surrounding living beings — mountains, lands, people, blood, corpses... all prime demonic resources.
All demon sects wanted a share of this feast.
Precisely because of this, these demonic cultivators were willing to collude with Mr. Tu to do business with the Great Wilderness Evil God.
Mo Hua's expression was calm, but hatred grew within his heart.
Once one cultivates demons, one loses humanity and conscience, treating others as puppets, slaves, livestock, food, or expendables...
"All these evil demons and heterodox sects in the world truly deserve to die."
Looking at these demon lords, an inexplicable rage surged from Mo Hua's heart.
The fierce killing intent churned in his chest.
Mo Hua's expression changed as he realized this killing intent carried a fierce murderous qi he could not suppress.
What's going on?
Is this the backlash of the Seven Souls Blood Prison Eye Technique from the Water Prison Sect?
Or the influence of the Demonic Conversion Qi Technique from the Fire Buddha?
Or maybe, because too many demons and evil spirits have died by his own hand, he has absorbed their murderous aura?
Mo Hua couldn't figure it out for a moment.
But the killing intent in his heart became sharper; influenced by it, the murderous qi in his eyes thickened.
This murderous qi even triggered the causality in his fate.
On his back, the causal image of a "Mountain of Corpses and Sea of Blood" faintly appeared. Within this mountain and sea of blood, a terrifying demonic shadow was about to emerge.
Causality images were invisible to the naked eye but perceptible by cultivators who studied heavenly secrets.
Among those present, the most sensitive was Mr. Tu.
Sensing a terrifying "murderous qi," his face immediately changed, turning to look at Mo Hua.
Before he could see anything further, suddenly a "boom" shook the hall.
From the blood-patterned golden coffin beside the half corpse half human Feathered Ascension old demon of Yin Corpse Valley, black yin energy seeped out, thick as a tide.
Following came earth-shaking corpse roars and sharp claws scraping against the coffin.
The half corpse half human Feathered Ascension demon immediately opened his eyes wide and shouted:
"The Golden Corpse is awake?!"
Without another word, his right arm transformed into a giant corpse claw pressing down on the coffin lid.
His left hand's claw tore his tongue, dipping it in thick blood to draw some sinister talismans on the blood-patterned golden coffin.
But the corpse-raising talisman, which had never failed before, seemed powerless to suppress the Golden Corpse.
The Golden Corpse, through the golden coffin, continued to roar, struggle, and repeatedly strike the restraints of the coffin.
The coffin lid of Yin Corpse Valley was almost unable to hold it down.
This sudden change caused a surge of corpse qi, which startled Mo Hua so much that all his killing intent and murderous qi vanished.
He quickly stepped back to avoid the coffin, then reined in his spirit and calmed his Dao heart.
With the disappearance of the murderous qi and the fading of the bloody causality, the terrifying figure in the mountain of corpses and sea of blood re-concealed itself in Mo Hua's fate.
All abnormalities dissipated.
The strange movement of the blood-patterned golden coffin gradually stopped, and the Golden Corpse inside fell back into slumber.
The half corpse Feathered Ascension old demon resealed the blood-patterned golden coffin and immediately turned his head, fiercely staring at Mo Hua, eyes full of disbelief and shock.
"Corpse King's aura?!"
"This kid carries the aura of a ten-thousand corpse king?"
Moreover, it was low-level, controllable, capable of growth — the most perfect corpse-raising seed.
This kid has the aura of a ten-thousand-corpse king?
And moreover, it's a low-level one—controllable, capable of growth, the perfect seed for corpse refinement.
The half-corpse, feathered old demon suppressed the trembling in his heart, stretched out his withered, sharp finger, pointed at Mo Hua, and, his voice mixed with the stench of decay, said to Mr. Tu:
"This kid... I want him!"
Mr. Tu's pupils contracted slightly, and he replied coolly, "I need a reason."
"This kid on his body..." The half-corpse feathered old demon hesitated, not mentioning the "corpse king" seed, only said with a gloomy gaze, "carries the inheritance of my Yin Corpse Valley."
Mr. Tu frowned.
Nearby, the feathered realm sword slave elder looked withered and said, "No. If this kid is to be given away, it can only be to me."
The half-corpse feathered old demon's eyes sharpened, "What use do you want him for?"
The sword slave elder said, "He carries the lost sword path inheritance of the Tai Xu Sect. I want to take that inheritance and offer it to the Demon Sword to nourish the sword flow."
The half-corpse old demon sneered coldly, "He's only at Foundation Establishment stage; how could he possibly learn the lost inheritance of Tai Xu Sect?"
The sword slave elder replied coldly as well, "He is a Tai Xu Sect disciple; how could he possibly carry the inheritance of your Yin Corpse Valley?"
Two streams of demonic energy gradually rose, locked in confrontation.
The two feathered realm demons stared coldly, refusing to yield.
The atmosphere in the great hall grew heavy, and everyone's expression tensed.
Shangguan Wang watched the tiger fight quietly, making no sound.
But Mr. Tu had to speak.
His gaze was deep, his voice hoarse: "I have said before, this boy's identity is special. Before the array is complete and the God Lord descends, do not lay a hand on him. When the God Lord descends, then decide his fate."
"You two bear the mission of your sects; do not ruin the greater cause for a moment's dispute."
The half-corpse old demon glanced at Mo Hua, suppressed his desire, and nodded without speaking.
The sword slave elder also looked withered and said nothing more.
They had to give face to Mr. Tu.
Moreover, at this moment, the matter of the Blood Sacrifice Array was more important; concerning the big picture of the demon path, they could not afford to ignore priorities.
The two feathered old demons backed down, and the atmosphere softened.
With this, the Ten-Thousand Demons Assembly could only end here.
Mr. Tu said: "Other matters can be discussed later."
"The urgent task is to fully activate the荒天 Blood Sacrifice Array, turning all parts of Qianxue Prefecture into lands of carnage, providing a warm bed for the God Lord's resurrection."
"Once the God Lord is born, boundless terror will descend upon the world. That will be the time for us demons to rise again."
All the demon cultivators present showed blood-red light in their eyes, their expressions greedy, and cupped their hands saying:
"Willing to obey Mr. Tu's orders, to serve the God Lord's command."
...
After the Ten-Thousand Demons Assembly ended, Mr. Tu personally took Mo Hua to the depths of the Great Wilderness Prison dungeon.
He said nothing, only giving Mo Hua a long, inscrutable look upon leaving.
Not only was he hard to understand; Mo Hua himself was a little puzzled.
In the Great Wilderness Prison, in the dungeon.
Mo Hua laid out a blanket, lay on the ground, eyes half-closed, pondering the Ten-Thousand Demons Assembly.
Was the corpse nurtured in the Yin Corpse Valley old demon's coffin... really the Golden Corpse?
Why did this Golden Corpse suddenly rebel?
Why did the half-man, half-corpse old demon specifically name me?
What does this have to do with me?
Mo Hua frowned.
Because... the Corpse King of Nanyue City?
But the Corpse King was supposed to be dead already, right?
Could it be that the Corpse King's karmic cause is still hidden inside me? Hidden where?
For the first time, Mo Hua realized that karmic cause might be far more profound and complicated than he thought, and many karmic mysteries within himself seemed even beyond his own understanding...
Besides that, there was the Demon Sword Sect's feathered realm sword slave elder.
He said he wanted to use the lost sword path inheritance of the Tai Xu Sect to feed the Demon Sword?
What exactly is this "Demon Sword" of the Demon Sword Sect?
Is it just a wicked sword, an inheritance, a sword flow, or... some "living" entity that survives by devouring other sword cultivations?
That sword slave elder appeared calm, but was he not eyeing the Tai Xu Sect's divine sword formation in Mo Hua from the start?
He wanted to capture me, interrogate me for the sword formula, and then feed it to the Demon Sword?
Mo Hua's head hurt a little.
So far, within this array, he had encountered four feathered realm cultivators.
Shangguan Wang wanted to kill him.
The Yin Corpse Valley feathered old demon wanted to capture him.
The Demon Sword Sect's feathered old demon would not let him go either.
When he thought about it this way, being by Mr. Tu's side was the safest.
At least before the true resurrection of the Great Wilderness Lord, Mr. Tu probably would not make a move against him.
Mo Hua let out a slight sigh of relief.
But no matter what, this荒天 Blood Sacrifice Array was not a place to stay long.
The feathered realm old demons, needless to say, and the Golden Core demon heads of various demon sects, one by one, were not people easy to deal with.
He needed to make plans early, find ways to rescue Yu'er, and leave the array.
"I just don't know where Yu'er is right now..."
Mo Hua's gaze tightened.
And there was one more thing...
According to the second elder of the demon sect, also a shaman of the Great Wilderness royal clan: there is an ancient wild array map made up of ancient strange runes, obtained from the endless wild abyss, improved by the Great Wilderness's great shaman, and later sealed by the Shen Tu royal clan, engraved on a human-faced, horned, white-boned demonic statue...
This human-faced, horned, white-boned demonic statue is very likely hidden in the shrine at the center of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Array.
And the wild ancient array map inside the demonic statue is very likely his own—his foundational array map!
(End of this Chapter)