Now that things had come to this, the old monster cultivator had nothing to hide, "It’s like this, I... I had initially prepared for two outcomes."
"In the best scenario, naturally, form the core, using... that Ouyang boy’s flesh as a medium, to cast a life-bound evil sword, I would then seize another opportunity to form a Golden Core, without having to abandon this mortal body."
"If this plan failed... I had inquired within the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons about some methods to transform the Divine Sense into an Evil Spirit, using this technique, after a gruesome death, when the corpse vanished, the remaining Divine Thought could then enter the Sword Bone, becoming a Sword Demon, residing within the sword."
Mo Hua’s gaze was sharp, "I’m afraid that’s not all there is to it..."
The old monster cultivator, resigned, could only speak with difficulty,
"Yes... I originally also intended to use the fresh blood of that Ouyang boy to cast this sword, merging blood and sword. In this way, this Sword Bone would be nurtured into his life-bound evil sword, I would be the Sword Demon within the sword, and he would become my ’Sword Slave’, following my commands..."
Mo Hua nodded, feeling a bit emotional inside.
This old thing really had a deep scheme.
Mo Hua estimated the time, thinking for a moment, then said to the old monster cultivator,
"I won’t kill you for now, you let me out, guide me out of this Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, if I find out you dare deceive me..."
Mo Hua clenched a small fist, smiling coldly, "Even if you are an Evil Spirit, I will make it so you can’t live, and you can’t die!"
The old monster cultivator said in fear,
"I dare not, I dare not! I will comply with the little ancestor’s orders in all things!"
Mo Hua nodded, "Let me out."
"Okay, okay!" The old monster cultivator, as if receiving a great pardon, immediately constrained all demonic thoughts, transforming into a white bone longsword, communicating,
"Touch the White Bone Sword body, and you can leave this Blood Pool."
Mo Hua frowned, pondered for a moment, and roughly understood a bit.
This sword-casting Blood Pool was an illusionary realm within the sword.
The entrance and exit were the old monster cultivator himself transformed into the White Bone Evil Sword.
Once inside this Blood Pool, to get out, one must either kill this old monster cultivator or let him reveal his true form to open the door, there was no other way out.
Mo Hua glanced around, then thought to himself,
"Perhaps... dismantling the Divine Formation Patterns around, making this Blood Pool illusionary realm unable to seal Divine Thought, allowing it to collapse on its own, would also permit exit."
However, since the old monster cultivator was so sensible, it was unnecessary to make things difficult for him.
Mo Hua’s fingertip touched the White Bone Evil Sword.
In an instant, the scenery changed, and upon opening his eyes again, he saw Ouyang Mu kneeling in front of him, his eyes red and full of worry.
Seeing Mo Hua open his eyes, Ouyang Mu was stunned, then rejoiced immensely.
"Brother Mo, are you alright?"
The old monster cultivator was dead, the blood mist dispersed, and Mo Hua fell unconscious to the ground, life and death unknown.
Ouyang Mu was unaware of the situation, not knowing what to do.
Seeing Mo Hua awaken at this moment, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Mo Hua nodded, "It’s alright."
"What exactly happened, is that old... old wretch completely dead now?" Ouyang Mu still harbored some worry.
"Sort of." Mo Hua said.
This matter was somewhat complicated and troublesome to explain, so Mo Hua didn’t tell Ouyang Mu.
Moreover, now was not the time to discuss this.
The old monster cultivator had sealed the main door, perhaps it could be covered up for a moment, but over time, it would surely be discovered.
Measures must be taken to cover up.
Others, especially Jin Gui, must not be allowed to know what happened here, otherwise, they would certainly become suspicious.
Saving Little Wood and the others would be all the more difficult.
Mo Hua looked around and frowned.
The Golden Lock Formation, Earth Fire Formation, Di Sha Formation, and Sword Control...
There were too many traces, impossible to erase in the short term.
These means of the cultivators differed from those of the monster cultivators, it could be discerned at a glance.
"Since that’s the case, I can only blow it all up..."
In the Chamber of Evil Instruments, there was greenish bone fire, a turbid Blood Pool, and all sorts of foul-smelling flesh, once exploded, and mixed together.
Evil Qi and Blood Qi would naturally pollute the Spiritual Power traces.
Even if traces of formations and sword control remained, they would be taken as remnants of evil formations and evil swords.
Having thought it through, Mo Hua glanced at Ouyang Mu, "Little Wood, you’ll have to endure some hardship."
Ouyang Mu was startled, not quite comprehending, but nevertheless nodded resolutely, "Brother, you just give the order."
Mo Hua then said, "Later, I will blast this house apart to cover the evidence."