Chapter 1856: Chapter 916: More Hellish Than Hell (Part 3) After all, even if I ask, the Evil Embryo, facing death, definitely wouldn’t speak. Mo Hua no longer hesitated, using the Divine Lock to bind the Evil Embryo, throwing it into the Taoist Stele. The silent, terrifying robbery thunder, containing the supreme Heavenly Dao Laws, like a scarlet "branding iron," annihilated everything about the Evil Embryo, obliterating its every origin, its every will... The Evil Embryo said nothing, its eyes split wide open with a ghastly glare, staring fixedly at Mo Hua, until its soul was completely extinguished, without ever averting its gaze. "A defeated foe, still so arrogant?" Mo Hua also stared back at it confidently. Until this evil and bizarre Evil God’s Embryo completely dispersed, leaving behind supremely pure, rich as spring water Divine Marrow. Only then did Mo Hua breathe a sigh of relief, feeling overjoyed. This great worry at heart was finally completely eradicated! His Divine Soul was finally entirely liberated. From now on, he would no longer fear contamination by the Evil God, and was no longer afraid this Evil Embryo might unexpectedly emerge to give a sinister laugh. And also... A great deal of Divine Marrow! More than all the Divine Marrow he had devoured before combined, gushing like a spring, and even purer than before. Mo Hua extended his finger, dipped and licked once, as if tasting liquefied sunshine, his whole body feeling at ease. He couldn’t resist taking a few more sips, smiling contentedly, just about to indulge when suddenly he remembered something. "It’s 1 p.m now, and I’m still outside the Mountain Gate, not back at the Sect." "Moreover, after two consecutive life-or-death battles, the pressure on the Sea of Consciousness is too great, causing Blood Qi to wither." "If the physical body is gone, no matter how strong the Divine Thought, it’s useless. I can’t just not be a person and become a ghost or an Evil God, can I?" "And frankly, becoming a ghost is not that simple. After a person dies, to transform into a ghost requires all kinds of conditions like natural disasters, human grievances, etc. It’s not something you can cultivate just because you want to." "As for becoming an Evil God, that’s even more out of the question, who knows how much killing would be required..." "Let’s first see to the physical body..." Mo Hua quickly withdrew from the Sea of Consciousness, tracing his Divine Sense back to his physical body. But just as the Divine Sense was traced back, he felt pain all over his limbs and bones, with Blood Qi not flowing smoothly, his meridians somewhat withered, unable to move at all, and his eyes couldn’t open. It’s over! Mo Hua’s heart sank. This was late at night, still in the remote Outer Mountain, sparsely populated. If the physical body encountered any danger, it would be a big problem. Mo Hua’s heart shivered, then quickly calmed down, strongly willing himself to open his eyes. But his eyelids felt as if they were filled with mud and sand, weighing a thousand pounds, completely unable to open. Mo Hua did not give up, kept trying, and after an unknown length of time, he finally endured the intense pain and slowly opened his eyes. The sight that met his eyes was a gentle face, and a pair of soft eyes. This is... "Elder Murong?" Mo Hua felt surprised in his heart, then heard Elder Murong’s voice, warm as a spring breeze, saying to someone beside, "Ancestor, this child is awake." "Hmm." Elder Master Xun’s aged voice sounded at the side, "He can be given the pills now." Before Mo Hua could react, he felt a pair of elegant, cool fingers with a faint herbal taste, picking up a few pills, and placing them into his mouth. Before he could taste anything, the pills slid down his throat, into his stomach, turning into warm medicinal power, merging into his limbs, replenishing his Blood Qi. Afterward, Elder Murong fed him some bitter Spiritual Liquid. Then fed him some unknown pills. Mo Hua indeed felt much more spirited, his limbs able to move, his throat much clearer, able to speak, though his voice was still somewhat hoarse: "Thank you, Elder Murong..." Elder Murong with her slender fingers, gently stroked Mo Hua’s forehead, smiling warmly: "Everything’s fine. You fainted silently in the Outer Mountain, your Blood Qi was too depleted for it to be dangerous, fortunately, the gentleman noticed early, had you brought back, and sent you here..." Mo Hua tried to express some gratitude but was stopped by Elder Murong, "You haven’t recovered yet, speak less." Mo Hua nodded. "I won’t disturb your rest." Elder Murong checked Mo Hua’s injuries, lightly rose, gracefully bowed to Elder Master Xun, then quietly retreated. Only then did Elder Master Xun walk to Mo Hua’s bedside, looking at him worriedly. "Sorry for causing you trouble." Although Elder Murong advised him not to speak, Mo Hua still rasped a thank you. Elder Master Xun shook his head, "It’s good if you’re alright." He gave Mo Hua another deep look, as the scenes of blood, black mist, evil thoughts, and even sword intent that had just appeared on Mo Hua’s face flashed through his mind, and he frowned. "Did you... encounter an evil spirit?" Mo Hua obediently nodded, "Encountered... a little." "How is it now?" "Resolved..." Elder Master Xun glanced at Mo Hua’s eyes, seeing that although he appeared weak, his gaze was clear and bright, and a divine presence emanated from within, he slightly relaxed, "Are there any aftereffects?" Mo Hua shook his head. "Hmm, that’s good..." said Elder Master Xun, then stood up to leave, "Take a good rest, and discuss anything once you are well." Mo Hua’s throat hurt too much to speak, so he just earnestly nodded. Elder Master Xun’s profound gaze assessed Mo Hua from head to toe, confirming that the "precious disciple" of Taixu Gate was indeed free of serious issues before he slowly turned to leave. Yet, upon leaving the Pill Room, Elder Master Xun’s expression instantly darkened. "In this Taixu Mountain, why would one inexplicably attract an evil spirit?" "Moreover, the black mist is so thick, almost a fundamental source of evil, this is quite extraordinary..." "And... sword intent?" Elder Master Xun was puzzled. Mo Hua is not a Sword Cultivator, so how could there be such intense sword intent emanating from him? Moreover, this sword intent is complex and obscure, hiding something strange within that even made this ancestor feel faintly uneasy. Where did he learn it? Who taught him? ... Elder Master Xun paused to contemplate, his thoughts tumultuous as waves, with a heaviness between his brows like a mountain. After a moment, he sighed deeply. "This child... really knows how to entangle with karma." "I wonder if my Taixu Gate can truly suppress it..." Elder Master Xun shook his head, slowly stepping away, and in just a few steps, his figure completely disappeared, leaving the Pill Room. Inside the Pill Room, Mo Hua still felt somewhat weak, his eyelids heavy like lead. After a while, he could no longer resist and fell into a deep sleep. As Mo Hua slept, he was completely unaware that the vital energy around him was undergoing changes. The heavenly secret flowed slowly, and karmic chains appeared, using Mo Hua’s presence as the "foundation," threading through his past and reaching into his future. This existence within the heavenly secret, tracing back to the past, anchoring the present, and leading to the future, was the karmic chain that constituted his life chart. Mo Hua slept, but his life chart trembled. A mass of pitch-black mist, filled with an intensely resentful hatred after being slain, as substantial as reality, crawled into his life chart along the karmic chain. Afterward, this black mist throbbed like a heart, incubating like an embryo, eventually transforming into the form it once had: A sinister, pitch-black, terrifyingly corrupted, young "Mo Hua." With a cry terrifying enough to frighten Ghost God. "Dark Mo Hua" opened its eyes. Its pupils were pitch black, carrying pure malice, surveying its surroundings. A fierce ghost, with a form seemingly there yet elusive. Ferocious zombies covering the mountains. And a Corpse King, with a copper head and iron bones, blood-red eyes raging, terrifyingly majestic, exuding a breath of karmic mutation. Like an Evil Baby, Dark Mo Hua cried again. This cry carried immense intimidation, whistling through with an ominous wind. The ghostly woman remained silent, the mountain-blanketing zombies were frozen with fear, only the Corpse King revealed its ferocious fangs with bloodshot eyes. But the Evil Baby made no other moves, just slowly closed its eyes and went back to sleep, while beneath it, thick black water seeped out, like evil amniotic fluid, devouring the karma, feeding itself, growing bit by bit. Though just an Evil Baby, the evil Qi it emitted was enough to contend with the Blood Qi of the Corpse King commanding the zombies. The black mist and Blood Qi intertwined, covering the sky and blotting out the sun. Beneath the spread of evil Qi and Blood Qi, the fierce ghost lurked, the Corpse King entrenched, and the Evil Baby slumbered. The scene within Mo Hua’s karmic life chart was more hellish than Hell itself. Yet, at this moment, under the concealment of the Tai Xu Yin Yang Lock, people in the world had no chance to witness this terrifying purgatorial scene.