Chapter 1366: Sin-Calamity Mutation
Chapter 1365: Sin-Calamity Mutation
The three Fate-art straw dogs turned into black ash.
Correspondingly, three powerful demonic Golden Core cultivators suddenly died on the spot, their souls extinguished.
All of it happened simply because they were looked at by Mo Hua.
The Silver Corpse Elder and his silver corpse slowly knelt to the ground.
Ghost-Child Wanderer’s pupils scattered as his head drooped.
The strongest among them—the Demonic Flood-Dragon Mountain Lord, who cultivated a demonic flood-dragon transformation art and possessed an enormous body—collapsed to the ground like soulless dead flesh.
The conflict stopped instantly. Silence fell over the area. Everyone stared in shock.
Divine senses swept across the corpses of the three men, only to cause even greater astonishment.
“De… dead?”
They could clearly sense that the Demonic Flood-Dragon Mountain Lord, Silver Corpse Elder, and Ghost-Child Wanderer—the three demonic Golden Core elders—had completely lost all signs of life.
Just a moment earlier, their demonic aura had surged sky-high. In the blink of an eye, their lives were extinguished.
An indescribable fear spread through everyone’s hearts.
They could not understand what had just happened.
“How could they… suddenly… die…”
“Was it…”
Someone muttered in disbelief, and then everyone’s gaze converged on Mo Hua.
At this moment, Mo Hua—who had only just stepped into the Golden Core realm with merely an Inferior-Upper grade core—still looked somewhat dazed. Yet an eerie, ferocious aura radiated from his entire body, like a newborn beast of the Great Dao emerging into the world, radiating a terrifying presence.
One glance at him made hearts tremble.
Even Bai Zisheng and Situ Jian, looking at their little Junior Brother and little Senior Brother, felt as though they were staring at a “monster.”
And that “monster” simply stood there blankly.
Inside the Dragon Pool, deathly silence reigned. No one dared disturb him, nor speak a single word.
After an unknown period of time, perhaps killing had stirred his Fate Pattern, or perhaps using Divine-Sense Sword Manifestation had vented some of his violent Divine Sense…
Mo Hua’s mind gradually cleared.
The Taotie patterns faded from his eyes, the gold dimmed, the haze dissipated, and clarity slowly returned along with a trace of vitality.
His eyes ached intensely. Narrowing them slightly, he looked down and saw three vicious-looking corpses at his feet. Their appearances were not unfamiliar, yet their bulging eyes and miserable deaths were horrifying.
Mo Hua gathered his thoughts and then remembered: He had killed them unconsciously.
He felt a bit of regret.
Not for the lives of the three fiends… but for his three straw dogs.
He had just formed his Golden Core and instantly expended three straw dogs. What a terrible waste.
Mo Hua then lifted his head and looked at the crowd.
Like a ferocious beast surveying its surroundings.
Under his sweeping gaze, nearly all elders and prodigies from both righteous and demonic factions felt their hearts tremble.
Yet no killing intent followed.
Mo Hua’s eyes were clear, no longer muddled or violently ferocious.
The tension in everyone’s hearts eased somewhat, replaced by confusion.
How did the three great demons die?
Did Mo Hua kill them?
He was only at the early Golden Core stage. In a single encounter he instantly slew three major demonic Golden Core cultivators, without even raising a hand, without using visible Dao techniques, and without revealing any magic treasure.
Was that reasonable?
At that moment, another peak-stage Demonic Golden Core elder stepped forward.
Dressed in blood-colored robes, he was an elder of the Blood Refining Sect, holding a Blood-Refining Banner. He was known as the Blood Bat Elder.
The Blood Bat Elder was a notorious demonic figure, though he had always acted low-key, hiding among demonic cultivators without drawing attention.
But now, in the blink of an eye, three top demonic Golden Core elders had lost their lives.
No one could even determine how they died.
He had no choice but to step forward.
He stared solemnly at Mo Hua and asked in a deep voice:
“The Demonic Flood-Dragon Mountain Lord, Ghost-Child Wanderer, and the Silver Corpse Elder, did these three Golden Core elders die by your hand?”
As soon as he spoke, all eyes fixed on Mo Hua again.
Mo Hua replied calmly, “Why ask?”
The Blood Bat Elder’s face darkened.
“If you didn’t kill them, this matter has nothing to do with you. But if you did… these three were renowned elders of the demonic path. If you killed them, our demonic path will make you pay the price.”
Mo Hua nodded. “I killed them.”
“How did you kill them?”
“I just entered the Golden Core realm. My strength was too great, I couldn’t control it. I lost control for a moment and accidentally killed the three of them.”
The crowd’s expressions became extremely colorful.
The Blood Bat Elder could not hold back his anger:
“What shameless boasting! You’re just a brat who barely stepped into the Golden Core realm, and only with an Inferior grade Core at that. What ability or virtue do you have to kill three veteran Golden Core cultivators of my demonic path?”
Mo Hua replied, “You have a point. Then I didn’t kill them. It has nothing to do with me.”
The Blood Bat Elder choked, his face turning gloomy.
“Regardless of what happened today, you must give an explanation. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being impolite.”
“An explanation?”
Mo Hua lost patience. His gaze grew cold.
“Wicked demons who devour humans, vermin that everyone has the right to exterminate. Their deaths are nothing to regret.”
“They were three worthless lives. They died, so they died. What explanation do you want?”
“Arrogant!” the Blood Bat Elder roared, teeth clenched as he prepared to wave the Blood Banner and attack.
Mo Hua looked at him with a half-smile. In his hand, he held a straw dog. Within his eyes, the ferocious Taotie patterns slowly reappeared.
A chilling aura once again radiated from his body.
The Blood Bat Elder instantly felt his hair stand on end. His heart thumped violently. His courage collapsed, and he retreated two steps, face pale.
Suppressing his palpitations, killing intent, and fear, he put away the Blood Banner.
Seeing he knew when to stop, Mo Hua slowly concealed the sharpness in his eyes.
The Blood Bat Elder’s retreat sent a chill through every demonic Golden Core cultivator present.
The arena fell into absolute silence… so quiet that even a needle dropping could be heard.
The righteous cultivators were equally uneasy.
No one knew Mo Hua’s true strength.
He might possess terrifying killing power.
Or perhaps he was merely bluffing.
But no one dared test it.
Such a test would require wagering one’s life.
Even the Demonic Flood Dragon Mountain Lord had died without even exchanging a few words, falling at Mo Hua’s hands.
No one present believed themselves stronger.
Nor could they be certain they wouldn’t suddenly drop dead in front of him.
Inside the Dragon Pool, an eerie calm settled in. Under Mo Hua’s intimidation, the situation reached a temporary stalemate.
In everyone’s eyes, Mo Hua seemed like a strange monster… untouchable, indescribably terrifying.
Back when Mo Hua was at the Foundation Establishment stage, if he wanted to intimidate others, he had to maneuver carefully, build alliances, and guide the situation.
Now that he had stepped into the Golden Core realm, his Dao foundation transformed—like Taotie incarnate. With only heaven-defying Divine Sense and a terrifying aura, he made a hall full of Golden Core cultivators dare not cross the line.
…
Amid this silence, Mo Hua fell into deep thought.
He did not care much about the situation before him. What truly concerned him was something else.
“Martial Uncle…”
Where exactly was Martial Uncle?
This Great Wilderness was Martial Uncle’s chessboard; his shadow could be seen everywhere.
Yet now Mo Hua had entered the Dragon Pool and formed his Core… before him stood elders and prodigies of both righteous and demonic paths.
Where was Martial Uncle? Why was there no movement at all?
Was he… still not going to begin the slaughter?
An inexplicable unease stirred within Mo Hua. He even wondered whether he should flee first, lest something unforeseen occur, after all, his Core had already been formed…
As he pondered, Mo Hua suddenly sensed something. His expression changed as he looked upward.
Seeing his reaction, the others also raised their heads.
At that glance, everyone was shocked.
Only then did they discover that above the Dragon Pool was a vast dome.
Around the dome stood several enormous thrones.
Upon those thrones sat six towering figures, broad-bodied cultivators with dragon scales on their faces, like giants.
These cultivators were none other than the Feathered Ascension Dragon Lords of the Great Wilderness.
They sat high above, looking down silently upon the people within the Dragon Pool.
A wave of inexplicable terror seized everyone’s hearts.
“Ascended Dragon Lords!”
“Could it be these Dragon Lords of the Great Wilderness have been above the dome all along, watching us fight… yet we never noticed?”
“No wonder… when we stormed the Royal Court and attacked the Dragon Hall, we never saw them… so they were above the Dragon Pool…”
But soon someone noticed something off.
“Look… isn’t something wrong with them?”
“Are they… all dead?”
Everyone stared carefully, their fear deepening.
These Ascended Dragon Lords looked imposing and terrifying, but on closer inspection, every one of them was pale-faced, cold in aura… long since reduced to six corpses.
“Who killed these six True-Persons of the Great Wilderness?”
Cultivators of both paths felt a chill in their hearts.
Mo Hua’s expression remained cold, yet his heart trembled.
“Martial Uncle… has begun the slaughter…”
“No… had he already killed them long ago?”
Mo Hua’s gaze sharpened.
Soon others sensed the horror as well.
“This isn’t right…” an elder from Dao Province trembled. “These six Dragon Lords of the Great Wilderness—no breath, bodies cold—they’ve been dead for a long time. Yet several days ago, weren’t they outside the Royal court fighting our Dao Court’s True-Persons?”
“When exactly did they die?”
“When they fought us… were they alive or dead?”
“Who could manipulate the life and death of Feathered Ascended beings?”
An eerie feeling settled over everyone.
Cold fear clung to them like maggots on bone.
Mo Hua frowned deeply.
Just then, someone cried out, “Not good!”
They looked up to see the six Ascended bodies begin to rot before their eyes. Black maggots writhed into existence, while black patterns flickered in and out.
Black blood-tears streamed from the corners of the Dragon Lords’ eyes.
A dense despair and profound sorrow filled the great hall.
At that moment, the most powerful Dragon Lord on the central throne opened his mouth. Thick black blood spilled out as he spoke with a torn, rasping throat.
His voice was filled with deathly stillness and terror, using the ancient language of the Great Wilderness.
Most Dao Court cultivators could not understand it; they only felt a bone-chilling dread.
But Mo Hua heard it clearly:
“The True Dragon’s aura is gone… the Great Wilderness has fallen…”
“Everyone… will die…”
“All must be buried with my Great Wilderness…”
Mo Hua’s heart tightened; in an instant, he understood.
These Dragon Lords had long since died at Martial Uncle’s hands.
Afterward, Martial Uncle used the Dragon Pool’s True Dragon aura to “suspend their lives.”
With that aura, they could move and appear like living beings.
But now, as the prodigies formed their Cores and drained the dragon aura, the Dragon Pool had dried.
Deprived of that sustenance, these Feathered Ascension Dragon Lords had lost the last thread of life.
And once that life was severed, the hatred of a fallen nation and the monstrous resentment stored within them would erupt completely.
This… was the beginning.
The Feathered Ascension True-Persons of the Great Wilderness wore expressions of agony. Their eye sockets turned pitch black, black blood flowing from all seven orifices.
The towering fury of a fallen nation surged skyward. Boundless resentment spread like an abyssal sea.
The blood-colored sky began to blacken completely.
Oppression filled heaven and earth.
Above the horizon, something seemed to be absorbing this resentment, slowly breaking its shell to be born.
Everyone’s faces turned pale with terror.
Mo Hua’s own face lost color as well.
He knew…
The Dao-Sin Calamity was finally coming.
In a flash of insight, Mo Hua finally understood Martial Uncle’s scheme.
The six Dragon Lords of the Great Wilderness—their powerful divine sense and hatred—were the ferocious “Strange Dao fire seeds” he had left behind.
And the entire Great Wilderness—especially the Royal court—had suffered disasters, war, mountains of corpses, rivers of blood.
Blood, suffering, famine, rage, death, resentment… all condensed together into a powder keg of baleful energy.
When the prodigies formed their Cores in the Dragon Pool, the dragon aura was destined to be exhausted, and the fate of the Great Wilderness depleted.
Deprived of dragon aura, the Feathered Ascension Dragon Lord would truly die.
The “Strange Dao fire seeds” sealed within them would explode skyward in an instant.
At the same time, the sea-like baleful energy accumulated from countless deaths would be ignited.
This was a formation to nurture calamity—using the fall of the Great Wilderness as the board, the resentment of the Dragon Lords as the seed, and the lives of the common people as the foundation.
Thus, the Strange Dao fire seed was lit.
The Dao-Sin Calamity of the Great Wilderness had finally begun to hatch.
A tremor rose from beneath the earth. The surrounding temperature plummeted, as if a deadly winter had descended, chilling to the marrow.
On the ground, the blood gradually turned black.
The corpses rolled their hollow eyes.
Heaven-shaking baleful qi, like an ocean, surged upward into the sky.
Under the influence of the baleful qi, Mo Hua’s Fate Pattern began to show signs of disorder and violent upheaval, a savage urge to slaughter in all directions rising within him.
Mo Hua forcefully suppressed the brutality in his heart and looked up… only to see a blood moon hanging in the sky.
That blood moon seemed to be calling to him, guiding him, resonating with him, its Divine-Sense even intertwining with his own.
With his powerful Divine-Sense, Mo Hua steadied his mind. Golden light surfaced in his eyes as he looked up, and within the blood moon he saw a shadow shaped like an “evil god” slowly shedding and transforming.
This was no ordinary evil god.
It was not even an “evil god” within Mo Hua’s understanding.
It used the moon as its “embryo,” flesh and blood as its “form,” and yin-baleful essence as its “spirit.”
To ordinary eyes, only its red “flesh” could be seen… its black “yin-spirit” remained invisible.
But Mo Hua’s gaze pierced through the outer shell, seeing upon its flesh the shadow where the Strange Dao and an evil god intertwined.
It was a Strange Dao deity, half human and half dragon.
Deformed. Hideous. A symbol of the deathly fate of the Great Wilderness’ people, and the boundless hatred of a fallen nation and extinguished race.
From hatred was born the ultimate malice to destroy all living beings.
This was a flesh-and-blood evil god of human-dragon fusion. Its overwhelming evil intent nearly obscured heaven and earth.
Its powerful aura was in no way inferior to the Great Wilderness evil god that had been resurrected during the Arhatian Blood-Sacrifice Grand Formation incident in Qianxue Prefecture years ago.
Moreover, this was… a Fourth-Grade Dao-Sin Calamity.
Once a Fourth-Grade Dao-Sin Calamity fully hatched and descended into the world, without question, it would kill everyone present.
Everyone would be buried alongside the Royal court of the Great Wilderness…
Author Notes:
Happy New Year’s Eve, everyone~