After the order to "retreat" was issued, it stirred up quite a few upheavals and waves among the various Sect Elders and Disciples.
With Evil Demons right before their eyes, most Cultivators did not understand what this withdrawal at the very brink of battle was supposed to be for.
Some even felt anger and unwillingness because of this, raging that the leadership of the Sects and aristocratic families was muddle‑headed and lacked blood and guts.
But this was an order from the Ancestors; even if they were dissatisfied, they still had no choice but to obey.
Just like that, the Qianxue Cultivators, who had been pressing the attack so fiercely a moment ago, suddenly retreated.
And those Demon Cultivators, whose minds had gone mad under the infection of the Evil God’s will and who were locked in fierce battle with the Righteous Dao, all saw this and burst into cold laughter, hurling jeers and curses.
They cursed the Righteous Cultivators as useless, cursed the Qianxue Sects as trash, cursed them as cowards who fled without a fight, and boasted that sooner or later the Qianxue state boundary would be completely occupied by the Demon Path; that all male Cultivators would become Blood slaves and Corpse Slaves, and all women would become sex slaves and Furnace tripods, to be wantonly slaughtered, enslaved, humiliated, and Replenished from others by them...
The Cultivators of the various Qianxue Sects were all burning with rage, but could only swallow their anger.
The demonic Evil Demons of the Demon Path were riding high on arrogance.
...
Meanwhile, at the deepest point of the Blood Sacrifice Array.
Atop the altar in the Blood and Flesh Maze.
Mo Hua slowly opened his eyes; in his pupils a flash of golden light passed, then turned deep and profound.
"There’s not much time left, I need to get out early..."
Mo Hua first bent down to check on Yu Er, and discovered that while Yu Er was still unconscious, her breathing was steady. The Evil Qi on her face had also begun slowly dissipating, becoming innocent and kind once more, and the vitality in her body was gradually recovering.
Clearly, the Divine Marrow was still effective.
Mo Hua let out a breath of relief, then saw Yu Er’s back.
On her back was a complete yet juvenile version of the Green Dragon Formation Pattern, pieced and stitched together from the human skin of others.
Mo Hua suddenly understood in his heart and realized who it was that Mr. Tu, in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, had exhausted his mind researching and, using Shen Tuao as the "Formation media," had cultivated that Great Wilderness Dragon Map for.
However, now was not the time to dwell on such things. First he had to get Yu Er out safely; the matter of the Dragon Map could wait.
Mo Hua picked Yu Er up, then suddenly froze, realizing that the Great Wilderness sacred artifact above his head was a bit cumbersome. After thinking for a moment, he dismantled all the White Bone from the sacred artifact, leaving only that single Puxiu Tooth.
Mo Hua wasn’t good at refining things, but he was very good at taking things apart.
What’s more, he had already thoroughly studied this Great Wilderness sacred artifact long ago.
He also knew that the other parts of this Great Wilderness sacred artifact were all artificially "constructed" Divine Formation media; only that single Puxiu Tooth was its core.
The Puxiu’s Divine Soul resided within that Tooth.
Mo Hua disassembled the sacred artifact, keeping only the Puxiu Tooth, then took a cord, tied it securely, and hung it around his own neck.
Just like that, the Great Wilderness Clan’s sacred artifact was gone, replaced by a Puxiu Tooth pendant.
The sacred artifact belonged to the Great Wilderness, but the Tooth pendant was his.
After all, inside the pendant was his good friend "Puxiu," who had signed a contract with him, and it was also suppressing a young Evil God he had just captured.
No matter how you looked at it, this Tooth pendant ought to follow his surname "Mo."
After finishing all this, Mo Hua was about to leave with Yu Er in his arms, when he turned his head and caught sight of something, and immediately couldn’t move his feet.
It was a statue of an Evil God in the darkness.
A human face, ram horns, White Bone.
Grim, blood‑reeking, and terrifying, yet filled with the unoffendable majesty of a deity.
Mo Hua’s heart gave a violent thump; his very breath stalled for a moment. Then his eyes began to shine, as if he had just seen a treasure he yearned for day and night and dreamed of in his sleep.
This is...
My Evil God statue!
My Lifebound Formation Map!