Chapter 1432: Chapter 786: Tiger Pattern (Extra chapter for Alliance Hierarch Little Bai Bai’s Boss Carrot~)

The dark clouds on the horizon resemble ghosts and specters, the distant mountains like demon wraiths, streams of blood flow on both sides, while the white bones pave the path beneath.

Mo Hua appears relaxed, his steps light.

Sword Bone feels anxious, following step by step.

After walking for a while, Mo Hua turns to look at Sword Bone, his tone carrying slight disdain, “Didn’t you say the Demon Refining Diagram was full of evil spirits? Where are they?”

He has walked quite a distance yet hasn’t seen a single evil spirit.

Could this Demon Refining Diagram be fake?

Should he not have come here for nothing…

Sword Bone responds awkwardly: “How should I know…”

It’s his first time in here too.

If he had a choice, he would never want to come in his entire life.

Mo Hua casts a glance around once more, shakes his head, and thinks to himself:

“Forget it, let’s rescue them first. The temple is here, where could the ‘monk’ possibly run to?”

He focuses his mind and senses the aura along the White Bone Path.

Among these auras, some are tainted, mixed with evil thoughts of monster qi, but there are also a few strands of clean and pure cultivator thought power.

The three of them, Little Wood and others, if ‘sacrificed’ into the Demon Refining Diagram, should be led along the White Bone Path, escorted by monster cultivators deep into the Diagram.

Mo Hua quickens his pace unconsciously.

Even though the scenery is eerie throughout, everything remains safe and smooth.

Continuing this way, he walks until reaching the end of the White Bone Path, where a gorge appears before him, its entrance resembling a giant mouth of monster beasts.

Mo Hua pauses, frowning slightly.

He proceeds inside to find a broad avenue, followed by some monster beast sculptures and jagged peaks and valleys.

Mo Hua watches and feels familiarity growing, thinks for a moment, and then understands.

Valley of Ten Thousand Demons!

The terrain within the Demon Refining Diagram is remarkably similar to the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons outside.

Although many differences exist, the overall layout seems carved from the same mold.

Mo Hua recalls the words of Elder Xun Zixian:

“The Valley of Ten Thousand Demons Formation intertwines reality with illusion…”

“…It leverages some great power to initially merge reality with divine thought, constructing existence through formation.”

Only now does Mo Hua understand what those words mean.

Intertwined.

Merging reality and nightmares.

The River God Temple in the small fishing village seems likewise.

Constructing certain nightmares through real existence, then using nightmares to counteract against reality.

“Reality is the basis for nightmares, and nightmares react upon reality?”

“Is this the advanced application of Evil God Divine Thought Power?”

Mo Hua looks up to survey the surrounding scenes.

Currently, the nightmares within the Demon Refining Diagram originate from reality, yet their impact on ‘this world’ appears negligible.

Is it because the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons remains incomplete?

Or perhaps… the real Evil God has not awoken, hence true Evil God power remains unused?

Mo Hua can’t help but wonder:

If the Great Wilderness Evil God truly awakens…

And succeeds in constructing a demon monster purgatory somewhere, wouldn’t it be possible to summon this ‘demon monster purgatory’ directly into the mortal realm through overwhelming evil thoughts?

At that point, it would truly be devastation of living beings, and the world would resemble purgatory?!

Mo Hua is startled by his own speculations, a wave of intense coldness rises within him.

Could the Evil God indeed… possess such terrifying power?

If it truly turns out so… truly awakens, spreading evil thoughts covertly.

Then even the seemingly prosperous Nine State Cultivation World may look tranquil but could be devoured by boundless nightmarish terror in an instant, shattered and strewn with corpses.

Prosperity on the surface with decay inside.

The towering structure collapses, merely in an instant…

Seeing Mo Hua’s grave expressions, he finally sighs.

The clearer the vision of this world’s reality, the more daunting it becomes, and under such crisis, ordinary cultivators may still indulge in idyllic years and revelry…

“Life in adversity, death in comfort…”

Mo Hua shakes his head, but upon reflection, realizes these matters are beyond his current capacity to influence.

If the sky falls, it is held up by the taller ones.

Such grand affairs of Nine State are not yet his concern as a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

Rescuing people is imperative…

Mo Hua consoles himself briefly, and temporarily puts to rest these thoughts, continuing his search for traces of the three ‘sacrificed’ into the Demon Refining Diagram, including Little Wood.

Thus he continues for a while, arriving at a stone path, where Mo Hua’s divine thought moves.

“Found them!”

The ground bears obvious traces of monster cultivator passage, with intense evil qi.

The cultivator divine thought aura is also very evident.

Mo Hua looks up.

Ahead on the wide stone path, several monster cultivators are carrying three strange coffins engraved with monster patterns, black as ink, stepping forward.

Leading the procession is a tall monster cultivator steward.

And this steward is precisely Jin Gui.

Or rather, Jin Gui’s monster cultivator divine soul.

Mo Hua makes no effort to hide his presence, nor does Sword Bone restrain its aura.

Both parties have sensed each other.

Walking ahead, Jin Gui suddenly waves his hand, saying “Halt!” and then turns to look at Mo Hua, naturally, more at Sword Bone beside him.

Sword Bone before Mo Hua appears meek.

Yet, during its lifetime, it was an old monster cultivator proficient in crafting evil swords, possessing sinister cultivation techniques.

Transformed in death, it becomes a formidable Sword Demon, completely skeletal evil sword, towering and brimming with demonic qi.

Its appearance alone is quite ‘frightening’.

A glimpse of dread flickers in Jin Gui’s eyes, though he is not afraid, smirking coldly:

“The master said, there’s a rat in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, secretly causing trouble, ruining the master’s grand plan… Little did I expect you to actually pursue it here…”

Jin Gui’s gaze burns brightly, fixating intensely on Sword Bone.