Chapter 1053: The Great Wilderness Order
The Road of the Evil God might very well be a path strewn with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
That Mr. Tu has already committed countless murders, so many that they cannot be fully recorded.
But the killings he is about to commit—that is the true horror.
Mo Hua's gaze was heavy.
Only he, as the "Fierce God" who had faced off against the Evil God multiple times, could understand the secrets hidden here.
The other outstanding disciples from various sects could not comprehend it.
They merely looked at the dark, bloody Valley of Demons before them and felt fear, but clearly, they did not understand what true "fear" meant.
After all, they were still young, full of vigor, and after only a brief moment of fear, a fierce courage fueled by hatred for evil grew in their hearts.
Especially the top disciples from the Four Great Sects—born as the chosen above ten thousand people—being trapped and manipulated by the evil demonic cultivators to this extent, even forced to kill their own sectmates, had already built up a furious fire inside them amid their suffering.
Now that a chance to escape with their lives was right in front of them, naturally, they wanted to fight hard, break through, and wash away their past humiliation.
Ao Zheng clenched his fists until they cracked loudly and said coldly:
"Those mere flesh-and-blood demons are nothing to worry about. If we, the top disciples of Qianxue Heavenly Academy, join forces and charge head-on, we will surely carve a path of blood."
His words were full of valor, and the others quickly responded:
"Good!"
"Charge through! If demons block us, kill demons; if devils block us, eliminate devils!"
But those who spoke up were mostly disciples from the Four Great Sects. Among the Eight Great Sects' disciples, almost none spoke.
Among the Four Great Sects, Ao Zheng, Shen Zangfeng, and a few others, though burning with youthful blood, still hadn't lost reason. Before charging, they glanced at Mo Hua, seemingly wanting to get his opinion.
Mo Hua nodded lightly and said calmly:
"You can try charging."
Hearing this, Ao Zheng suddenly lost some confidence and cautiously asked, "Really, we can try?"
"Try it, then. At worst, you'll just die…"
Mo Hua's expression was very calm.
Ao Zheng and the others fell silent.
They understood that Mo Hua was mocking them.
Mo Hua glanced at them, took a breath, and somewhat speechlessly said:
"When you make decisions, don't you have a clue in your heart?"
"Before fighting, don't you weigh whether you can win?"
"Don't you first measure your own strength?"
"With so many demons, can you fight them all off? Can your reckless bravery alone finish them?"
"Kill your way out?"
"The blood on that path would all be your own. What's the point of breaking through? Want to die faster?"
The top disciples of the Four Great Sects were scorched by Mo Hua's words like a dog bleeding, but not a single one dared to retort; they could only silently pretend to be dead.
Seeing their obedience, Mo Hua said no more.
These top disciples had been geniuses from a young age, always above their peers, rarely meeting equals within their sects, thinking that as long as their cultivation was high and their strength strong, they could single-handedly dominate the battlefield, completely unaware of the importance of "numbers."
Qualitative change outweighs quantitative change.
But an extreme quantitative change is even more terrifying than qualitative change.
Even high-level cultivators can be overwhelmed by an ocean of low-level cultivators piling up their lives.
The demons in the valley before them might not be individually strong, but their numbers were unbelievably vast. Once overwhelmed by this tide of demons, ordinary Foundation Establishment or even typical Golden Core cultivators likely wouldn't survive.
Situ Jian then asked, "Junior Brother, what do we do now?"
Mo Hua sighed slightly, "Go back first. I'll think of a way."
Everyone had no choice but to retreat the way they came, returning to the Formation Core Hall.
This hall was not a place for long stay, but for now, there was no better refuge.
Inside the hall, all the top disciples frowned deeply, worried.
Outside the mountain valley, the dense sea of demons seemed like an impassable chasm. With their strength, they couldn't kill them all nor break through.
Earlier, they had been somewhat relieved that inside Yanluo Mountain, there weren't many demonic cultivators guarding the evil formation. But now, seeing so many demons "guarding the gates," it was clear Yanluo Mountain itself was a "demon mountain," with little need to deploy many demonic cultivators.
Mo Hua frowned and pondered.
The Great Wilderness Blood Sacrifice Formation bred countless demons.
These demons were both the "offerings" to the formation and the foundation of the Blood Sacrifice Formation.
Once the formation activated, the demons would rampantly surge out, causing massive slaughter, continuously supplying the formation with more "offerings."
These demons were extremely sensitive to the scent of flesh and blood.
Anyone passing over the bridge above the valley would inevitably fall into the demons' ambush.
Their group absolutely could not withstand these demons.
Moreover, the only passage above the valley was that stone bridge.
Mo Hua didn't even have to think hard; relying on his experience as a formation master, he guessed the stone bridge must be rigged with many trap formations.
There might even be self-destruct formations set.
Once stepped on, the bridge would collapse, dropping everyone into the demon valley, where all would surely die.
"What to do?"
"If we can't do it ourselves, then think about borrowing power?"
Mo Hua furrowed his brows, then suddenly asked everyone:
"Are your sect tokens still usable? Try."
All the top disciples from various sects took out their sect tokens, tried to communicate, and then shook their heads:
"The sect tokens don't respond at all…"
"Do you have personal communication tokens?"
A few disciples took out specially made communication tokens and tried as well, but all shook their heads, "No use."
Mo Hua nodded, not surprised.
If those sect tokens or communication tokens worked, disciples would have used them long ago.
The evil formation definitely blocked ordinary Yuan Magnetic waves.
Since Mr. Tu set such a large trap, he certainly planned carefully and wouldn't make such a rookie mistake to let them find a loophole.
But Yuan Magnetic waves were also necessary.
This evil formation's operation involved such a huge conspiracy; it's impossible not to have coordination.
Without some "communication" means, even unified actions would be impossible.
Mo Hua looked at the corpse of the evil formation master, then at the loot taken from him, and said:
"Pry open the teeth of these evil formation masters, check each one carefully to see if any tokens are hidden."
"Also, search all these storage pouches again. Find all the tokens and give them to me."
"And also, search through these storage pouches again, and bring me all the tokens you find."
The others didn't quite understand Mo Hua's intention, but they followed his orders—prying teeth where needed, rifling through storage pouches. Soon, Mo Hua had seven or eight tokens in his hand.
Most of these tokens were made from white bones, bloody and sinister—considered "escaped fish" left behind.
After all, the evil formation masters acted cunningly, numbering over eighty, and with time tight, even the sharp Mo Hua couldn't have completely scavenged all their bodies in one go.
Mo Hua examined these tokens—discarding most, leaving only one.
This token was not a white bone token but a jade one, inscribed with two archaic, bold characters:
Da Huang (Great Wilderness).
"Great Wilderness token?"
Mo Hua was somewhat surprised. After further study, he realized this token was actually a "sect token."
"Great Wilderness... Sect?"
The name felt somewhat familiar, but he didn't immediately think much further.
And just based on the two characters "Great Wilderness," he couldn't be sure the sect's actual name was Great Wilderness Sect.
It was very possible it was a sect that worshipped the name of the "Great Wilderness Lord."
"Since this is a sect token, it must be linked to a sect faction, with corresponding sect inheritance, and can transmit messages to fellow disciples."
"This token was on an evil formation master, which means the yuan magnetic information inside it must have been 'authorized' to pass by the evil grand formation."
Mo Hua's eyes brightened as he began to study this "Great Wilderness token."
This Great Wilderness token was "encrypted" and sealed, forbidding outsiders from accessing it.
But this kind of encryption was no match for Mo Hua, a "thunder-magnetic formation master."
After considerable time studying thunder-magnetic formations, he was well versed in the methods of encrypting and decrypting such seals.
He had all the necessary tools stored in his subspace ring for emergencies.
Mo Hua took out several thunder-magnetic related secondary thunder pattern libraries, jade slips, and formation plates, placing them on the ground one by one, then skillfully began the precise and complex work of breaking the sealing talisman and decrypting the secret patterns.
This was also a highly advanced and obscure formation art.
The other disciples watched but understood none of it; inwardly, they had grown somewhat numb.
No matter what formations Mo Hua drew, they no longer felt surprised or even inferior.
People can only compare themselves to people, not to "monsters."
Different species—no need to force comparisons.
After a series of complicated but orderly operations, Mo Hua finally broke the seal and decrypted the secret patterns, penetrating into the Great Wilderness token.
Inside, there were indeed some sect cultivation methods and Dao techniques, but they were black and gray, as if deliberately "sealed" so the exact inheritances couldn't be seen.
Mo Hua was curious but knew the situation was urgent—this was not the time to break seals and steal inheritances.
He focused all his attention on the "message transmission" magnetic patterns inside the Great Wilderness token.
There were indeed many magnetic pattern channels inside, along with dense secondary thunder pattern traces, meaning the Great Wilderness token contained many "fellow disciples," and its owner had frequent message exchanges with them.
The owner of the Great Wilderness token was a deceased evil formation master who worked for Mr. Tu.
This meant that the numerous "Great Wilderness" fellow disciples were all under Mr. Tu's command.
This also meant Mo Hua could send messages through the Great Wilderness token.
Mo Hua's heart brightened, but then he suddenly froze:
"Send messages out, but... to whom?"
"Those who can receive the Great Wilderness token's messages must be Mr. Tu's minions. If I send messages to Mr. Tu's minions, asking them to rescue me... isn't that just sabotaging myself?"
Mo Hua rested his chin on his hand, frowning deep in thought.
Although imprisoned inside the blood sacrifice grand formation and unaware of the outside situation, he could roughly infer:
"The dozens of proud youths from Qian Xue Prefecture were forcibly taken away by Mr. Tu and trapped inside this evil grand formation. Various sects, families, and even the Dao Court surely have taken action..."
"They will certainly try to break the grand formation, rescue their sect prodigies, or at least capture and kill some evil god's minions to weaken the formation's power."
"If a conflict breaks out, some of Mr. Tu's minions will definitely fall or be captured by the Dao Court."
"So is it possible... that similar 'evil cultivation tokens' have fallen into the Dao Court's hands?"
"If I can send a 'help' magnetic pattern to those tokens, then perhaps the Dao Court will receive it, coordinating inside and outside, rescuing the trapped prodigies from all sects in Qian Xue..."
But this led to another problem:
Mo Hua couldn't tell which tokens had fallen to the Dao Court and which were still in Mr. Tu's minions' hands.
He could only broadcast randomly.
If he sent it wrong, Mr. Tu's minions might immediately detect it, and the plan would be exposed.
What to do...
Mo Hua's gaze sharpened, and suddenly his heart stirred.
"Let's try…"
At times like this, you had to try your luck—and hope for some "tacit understanding."
Mo Hua used his thunder-magnetic little humanoid to start manipulating the magnetic patterns, inputting commands into the Great Wilderness token, forming words:
"Gu Changhuai has committed many crimes and is a major threat to our master's heart."
"He killed the revered Fire Buddha, destroyed the Bishan Holy Temple, killed the Water Yama, blew up the Rouge Boat, caused chaos at the Dragon King's Temple—his evil deeds are countless and punishable by death."
"Now that the grand formation is established, all followers obey the order, and must stop at nothing to kill Gu Changhuai without fail!"
...
...
At this critical moment, both sides were surely thinking only of killing each other.
To kill, naturally, one must target the "heartfelt threat."
And Uncle Gu was obviously on the evil god's "must kill" list.
This piece of information, mixed among the chaotic messages, even if noticed, would not seem out of place at all.
After finishing writing, Mo Hua immediately "broadcast" it to the group.
Many of the evil god's minions—demonic cultivators, evil cultivators, and demon cultivators—all received this message.
Among them, some of these evil demon cultivators had originally been ordered to kill Gu Changhai, so it was normal for them to get this message.
As for the vast majority of demon cultivators, savage and bloodthirsty, they glanced at it but paid no mind.
After all, they just wanted to kill—whoever they saw, they killed, without caring if it was "Gu Changhai" or not.
But while they ignored this message, some could not.
Outside Yanluo Mountain, at a camp—
A group of Dao Court administrators gathered together, looking anxiously at the blood-red sky and the astonishing great formation in the distance.
The top prodigies from the Four Sects, Eight Gates, and Twelve Schools of the Qian Study were all trapped inside the great formation.
These prodigies were tied to the major families of the Qian Study, making this matter extremely important.
If they could rescue these disciples, the Dao Court administrators could at least have an explanation.
But if they failed, and these prodigies all died inside the formation, it would certainly bring about a catastrophic disaster.
The Dao Court administrators would have to bear the blame.
With all sides blaming them, these administrators could very well lose their positions.
Not to mention, those who could become administrators in the Dao Court mostly came from prominent families.
Among the trapped prodigy disciples were their juniors or nephews, who carried the expectations and future of their entire families—now in mortal danger, how could they not be anxious?
Yet the evil formation before them was truly strong and mysterious.
The Dao Court and all the major family sects had attacked for many days without finding a breakthrough, instead suffering many casualties.
The blood-red great formation on Yanluo Mountain was like a bloody "colossal beast" sitting in the mountain, relentlessly devouring living beings, absorbing their blood energy, growing ever stronger, giving them no chance to strike back.
And inside the great formation, all communication was cut off.
They still didn't know whether the sect prodigies inside were alive or dead.
And death was not even the worst possibility.
Once contaminated by evil qi and fallen to the demon path, it would undoubtedly bring shame to their families and sects. Moreover, with their exceptional talent, they might be exploited by the demon path, eventually becoming cruel demon lords who kill mercilessly and are filled with wicked deeds...
This was something nobody wanted to see.
The Dao Court administrators all felt as if a huge stone was pressing on their hearts, making it hard to breathe.
All they could do was hurry, sparing no effort, to prepare for the next assault.
Hoping to find a breakthrough in the great formation through continuous attacks.
While the administrators were discussing, an official quietly approached Gu Changhai and handed him a roughly made token without any engraving, whispering:
"Administrator Gu, be careful, it seems someone is deliberately trying to kill you…"
Gu Changhai frowned: "Who?"
The official pointed to the token. "Look for yourself…"
Gu Changhai took the token and glanced at it, but didn't pay much attention.
As a Dao Court administrator, he dealt with many enemies—he had arrested and killed many, and there were plenty of demons and evil cultivators wanting to kill him.
He had seen countless similar warnings these days.
Gu Changhai returned the token and instructed: "Keep watching these tokens closely. If you find any abnormal information, notify me immediately."
Since becoming acquainted with Mo Hua, Gu Changhai had grown sensitive to "message tokens" under Mo Hua's influence.
Now, Mo Hua was also trapped inside the great formation, his fate uncertain. Though Gu Changhai did not say it out loud, he couldn't help but feel anxious inside.
Thinking of Mo Hua's quick wit and diverse methods, especially his mastery of Yuan Magnetic Messaging, Gu Changhai hoped he might send messages out through these tokens. Thus, any item capable of message transmission found among their spoils was confiscated and strictly guarded, with orders to alert him immediately of any unusual news.
Unfortunately, so far, Gu Changhai hadn't received any message from Mo Hua.
Other newly assigned administrators, even those dispatched from the Dao Court, thought Gu Changhai was somewhat "daydreaming."
They reasoned: trapped inside an evil great formation, cut off from the outside world, how could a Foundation Establishment disciple possibly send messages out?
But Gu Changhai refused to give up, his mind entirely on Mo Hua.
The official who brought the message bowed and was about to leave.
Just as he turned, Gu Changhai suddenly called out in surprise: "Wait a moment."
The official looked puzzled: "Administrator Gu…"
Gu Changhai said, "Give me that token again."
The official respectfully handed it back.
Gu Changhai took the token and carefully read every word, then suddenly inhaled sharply and murmured:
"Mo Hua…"
The other administrators preparing for war were surprised and all looked toward Gu Changhai.
The composed and graceful Administrator Xia asked, "What's wrong?"
Gu Changhai, with a stunned expression, said incredulously, "This message… was sent by Mo Hua."
At this, everyone's expressions turned shocked.
Administrator Xia also glanced at the words on the token but found nothing unusual, then frowned: "Are you sure?"
Gu Changhai nodded.
Killing the respected Fire Buddha, destroying the Bishan Sacred Hall, killing the Water Yama, blowing up the Rouge Boat, causing chaos at the Dragon King Temple...
On the surface, these events all seemed related to Gu Changhai.
But upon closer thought, many were actually done by Mo Hua.
For example, the "killing of the Fire Buddha" was publicly attributed to Gu Changhai, but the truth was Mo Hua used a terrifying fireball spell to pierce the Fire Buddha's heart.
In other words, the real killer of the Fire Buddha was Mo Hua.
And the "blowing up of the Rouge Boat."
The Rouge Boat was destroyed by a formation, which was also created by Mo Hua's hands...
Only a few people who personally participated in these events knew the truth.
And only two people knew all the details and were involved:
One was Gu Changhai, the "scapegoat" Dao Court administrator.
The other was the "instigator" Mo Hua.
Meaning, the details involved in this message were known only to Gu Changhai and Mo Hua.
This message ordering to kill him at all costs must have been sent by Mo Hua...
(End of this Chapter)