The implication was to hurry and take Mo Hua back.
Xun Ziyou naturally understood. Matters at the Heaven Void level, even they, as Golden Core, could easily be wiped out if not careful.
Let alone Mo Hua, a small Foundation Establishment disciple.
"I’m alright, don’t worry about me..." Mo Hua said.
Hollow Void Formation Master, fifth grade Formation, Void Transmission...
He wanted to hear more about the secrets behind it.
But just as he finished speaking, suddenly his Sea of Consciousness trembled, bringing a sharp pain.
It seemed as if thousands of demons were roaring and howling beside his ears.
The Demon Wraiths were ferocious, evil shadows overwhelming, a malicious intent clinging to him, slowly eroding his Taoist Heart.
At the same time, a "bloodthirsty" impulse involuntarily surged within him.
It was as if he was about to become a "Monster Beast."
Noticing Mo Hua’s abnormality, both Xun Ziyou and the others were startled.
"Mo Hua, what’s wrong with you?"
"I, no..."
Mo Hua gritted his teeth, frowned, desperately suppressing the vicious intent in his heart, but ultimately failed to control it.
His gaze suddenly turned fierce, he opened his mouth and bit down on Xun Ziyou’s arm.
Like a "Little Tiger" about to devour someone, his expression also turned ferociously fierce.
Xun Ziyou: "..."
Mo Hua gnawed twice but couldn’t bite through.
Xun Ziyou was bewildered, not knowing what to do.
Beside them, Xun Zixian’s expression tensed, and his sleeve brushed past Mo Hua, a soft Spiritual Power gently brushing the acupoints between Mo Hua’s eyebrows.
Mo Hua’s gaze gradually became blank, then he fell into a deep sleep.
Xun Ziyou glanced at the unconscious Mo Hua, with a somewhat grave expression asked Xun Zixian:
"What’s wrong with this child? Possessed?"
Xun Zixian frowned and said, "A little bit..."
Xun Ziyou thought for a moment, and then exclaimed, "Could it be he’s infected by some Evil Spirit in the Demon Refining Diagram?"
Xun Zixian slowly said, "Very likely..."
"Then what to do? Can it be cured?"
Xun Zixian thought for a moment, sighed and said, "Let’s take him back and let the Ancestor have a look..."
He did know some ways to deal with Evil Spirits, but these methods varied from person to person, and depending on the "evil," they weren’t always effective.
They worked for some people, and for some "Evil Spirits," sometimes effective and sometimes not, the effect unpredictable, and he couldn’t guarantee it.
Moreover, Mo Hua was a bit special, and he didn’t dare to act rashly.
If any problem arose, they couldn’t bear the responsibility.
It was safest to knock him out first and take him back to the Sect for the Ancestor to examine.
Xun Zixian pondered in his heart.
"Alright!" Xun Ziyou nodded and said.
"By the way," Xun Zixian suddenly remembered something, and said, "this child bit you..."
Xun Ziyou calmly said, "I’m fine."
Xun Zixian shook his head, "No, see if his teeth are alright..."
Xun Ziyou was stunned, "He bit me..."
Xun Zixian nodded, "I know, but if you broke his teeth, the Ancestor probably wouldn’t give you a kind face."
Xun Ziyou’s scalp tingled, pinching Mo Hua’s cheek, he checked the teeth, and then breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, they’re not broken."
"That’s good then..."
Xun Ziyou carried Mo Hua on his back and said to Xun Zixian:
"There’s no time to lose, I’ll take this child back to the Sect first, as for the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons here, I’ll leave it to you guys, be careful."
"Mm." Xun Zixian nodded.
Then Xun Ziyou stopped talking nonsense and directly took the "possessed" Mo Hua back to the Sect.
Xun Zixian stayed in place, looking at the destroyed Fifth Grade Array in front of him, in a trance, finally sighed and murmured lowly:
"The mountain rain... has already arrived..."
...
Two days later.
Taixu Gate.
In a tranquil Pill Room.
Mo Hua opened his eyes, seeing a vast whiteness.
He still felt his head dizzy, with indistinct sounds of Demon Wraiths, like ghosts wailing, making his head ache.
This seemed like an "aftereffect" of consuming too much at once, too full to digest.
Mo Hua hadn’t recovered yet.
Just at this time, an elderly but kindly voice slowly sounded:
"Awake?"
Mo Hua lifted his head, squinting to see Elder Master Xun, with white hair, sitting by his bed, holding a red pen, marking something on a thick pile of Formation Paper, seemingly correcting formation assignments.