His Divine Sense could not come out.
Divine Thought into Sword, in reality, it couldnât be used either.
Otherwise, with just one sword, this ghostly thought could be eradicated.
Unable to slay it, he could only find a way to lure the ghostly thought into his own Sea of Consciousness.
Mo Huaâs eyes flickered slightly, spreading his arms, he pretended to be arrogant and said:
"Donât you want to âeatâ people? Come on, let me see if you have the ability to eat me."
But the ghostly thought was not moved in the slightest.
Although Mo Hua was wearing a Hundred Flower Valley Taoist Robe, looking like a harmless Senior Sister who had just emerged from hibiscus water, the ghostly thought could instinctively feel an aura from Mo Hua that made it palpitate.
Yet the ghostly thought needed a host.
In the room, apart from Hua Qianqian who had fainted and whose Sea of Consciousness was sealed by Mo Hua, Mo Hua was the only living person left.
Its craving for a living personâs Divine Thought finally overcame the fear in its heart.
After much hesitation, the ghostly thought indeed turned into a gust of eerie wind and rushed into Mo Huaâs Sea of Consciousness.
And the moment it entered Mo Huaâs Sea of Consciousness, the outcome was already sealed.
In the Sea of Consciousness, Mo Huaâs Divine Thought avatar opened golden eyes and looked at the eerie, sinister, and fierce ghostly thought in front of him.
He had golden blood patterns flowing over him, exuding a powerful majesty.
Every part of the ghostly thoughtâs essence was trembling.
It knew that this human was enough to make ghosts fear, yet it never imagined that entering the Sea of Consciousness would reveal such a terrifying existence.
The ghostly thought transformed into eerie wind again, turning to flee.
But it couldnât escape at all.
Mo Hua extended his palm, and golden formation patterns appeared, condensing into chains that completely locked down this ghostly thoughtâs phantom. No matter how it struggled and roared, it could not break through.
A moment later, the ghostly thoughtâs phantom fell silent.
Mo Hua frowned.
The next instant, a piercing howl sounded, like the shrill scream of a woman suffering torture before death.
The ghostly thoughtâs phantom suddenly turned crimson.
Mo Huaâs pupils contracted.
"Is this... a precursor to becoming a Fierce Ghost?"
Is it about to transform into a true Fierce Ghost?
At the same time, a karmic mutation aura emanated from it. This karmic mutation aura seemed to contain some bizarre and mutated laws that could twist the Great Dao and corrode Divine Thought.
The Golden Lock Formation condensed by Mo Huaâs powerful Divine Thought was also being eroded by this karmic mutation aura, inch by inch.
Mo Huaâs expression changed slightly.
Indeed, it was the aura of a Taoist Demon, although still weak, it was very apparent.
"I canât let her truly undergo karmic mutation and become a Fierce Ghost..."
Mo Hua sighed, and a golden sword appeared in his hand, piercing the ghostly thoughtâs forehead with just one sword.
The ghostly thought didnât dodge.
It seemed to know that in the face of the near "deity" Mo Hua, all its efforts were just desperate struggles.
It was simply unwilling.
Before dying, it slightly solidified its form, revealing its original appearance.
It was a woman completely disfigured and burned by Karmic Fire, looking hideously terrifying.
But Mo Hua knew that in life, she had a very beautiful appearance.
"Why?"
The ghost womanâs voice was hoarse, seemingly interwoven with multiple strands of resentment, filled with grief and indignation.
"Why..."
"I died miserably, turned into a Fierce Ghost, yet I still canât kill them?"
"Why, is it me who suffers, is it me who should die?"
"Just because I had a beautiful shell?"
"Why, even as a ghost, I canât get my revenge?"
"Why, living or dead, Iâm still the one who should die?"
"Heavenly Dao claims to be just? Where is it?"
She let out an extremely wretched laugh, akin to an owl at night.
Mo Hua found it difficult to associate her with the delicate, demure, and quiet Senior Sister Ye Jin with an oval face.
For a moment, Mo Hua felt sympathy.
But this ghostly thought, already half a step into becoming a Fierce Ghost, had to die.
Mo Hua sighed deeply, his gaze resolute, speaking slowly:
"If you stay in the world, you will only indiscriminately kill the innocent, go at peace..."
"Those you want to kill... I will kill for you."
"The Heavenly Dao may not be fair, but as your grievance perished by my hand, your enemies will also die by my hand..."
Mo Huaâs voice was both cold and compassionate.
The ghost woman was stunned.
It stood there blankly, allowing Mo Huaâs sword light to cut it into fragments of power.
But at the same time, its ferocious face gradually disintegrated, and the scorch marks on its body began to recover little by little, seemingly transforming back into the gentle and elegant âSenior Sister Yeâ.
She looked deeply at Mo Hua, gazing into Mo Huaâs eyes, her voice as delicate and graceful as when she was alive, nodded and said:
"Alright."
After that, the sword light flashed.
Her figure, along with resentment and the fierce ghost from the karmic mutation, all dissipated together.
But at the same time, Mo Hua could sense that there seemed to be a thread of "cause and effect" entangling him.
This is a kind of promise in terms of cause and effect.
Also the vow he made to the fierce ghost from the karmic mutation.
The net of heaven is vast and loose, but nothing escapes.
Good begets good, evil begets evil.
In this world, good people may die, but evil ones cannot live.
Mo Huaâs gaze was sharp as a sword.
He glanced around, released his divine sense to inspect his own sea of consciousness, and confirmed that there was no abnormality, only then did he exit from the sea of consciousness.
Divine sense retrieved, Mo Hua opened his eyes.
The room was full of scorch marks, but the Yin Qi had subsided a lot, without that chilling eerie feeling.
As if some kind of longstanding grievance had been resolved.
Or perhaps, this grievance had entwined with his own cause and effect.
Mo Hua looked around and found Hua Qianqian still lying on the ground, so he immediately went forward to help her up, checked her breath, and only then did he sigh in relief.
No big deal...
The blow he struck wasnât heavy.
After all, he wasnât into body cultivation.
The reason she remained unconscious might be because she was briefly possessed by the fierce ghost, her divine sense affected and somewhat depleted, causing her to still be in a coma.
But regarding the matters inside othersâ sea of consciousness, Mo Hua was powerless.
He could only solve problems within his own sea of consciousness.
Even if it was the incarnation of an evil god, once it entered his sea of consciousness, he would strip it down, detoxify it, and make "iron plate grill" out of it.
But in other peopleâs sea of consciousness, he had no way.
Even the evil spirits in reality, as long as they donât enter his sea of consciousness, Mo Hua temporarily couldnât deal with them.
Mo Hua lightly sighed, then shook Hua Qianqianâs body.
"Senior Sister..."
"Hey, Senior Sister, wake up..."
But just before he could shake Hua Qianqian awake, Mo Huaâs expression suddenly changed.
Someone?
A female cultivator, perhaps aware of the disturbance here, was gradually approaching.
Not good...
Mo Hua thought for a moment, then immediately performed the concealment technique.
However, after performing it, his figure didnât disappear.
Mo Hua was taken aback.
Whatâs going on?
He sensed the surroundings, and only then did he discover with astonishment that the entire Discipleâs Residence of Hundred Flower Valley had been cleverly laid out with an Expose Shadow Formation.
Estimated to be at least Third Grade.
When Mo Hua arrived, fearing exposure, he didnât release his divine sense to observe around, so he didnât detect it at the moment.
Mo Hua felt a bit of a headache.
"Thereâs nothing I can do..."
He thought for a moment, then rummaged through Hua Qianqianâs storage bag, found a few flowers, and among them, a few coincidentally were magnolias.
Mo Hua placed the magnolias at the spot where Ye Jin self-immolated and died.
Then he returned to Hua Qianqianâs side, pretending to be worried as he shook her body, while anxiously murmuring:
"Senior Sister, Senior Sister whatâs wrong, Senior Sister wake up..."
The cultivatorâs presence drew nearer.
Footsteps could be heard faintly.
A moment later, a woman dressed in Hundred Flower Valleyâs Taoist robe and heavily made-up, appeared at the door.
She glanced into the room with a rather cautious expression, happened to see Hua Qianqian lying on the ground, and Mo Hua standing in front of Hua Qianqian, his face full of worry.
As the woman looked at Mo Hua, Mo Hua used the corner of his eye to subtly assess her.
At a glance, Mo Hua couldnât help but feel astonished.
This woman, he actually recognized.
During the New Year, in the Gu Family courtyard, when Elder Gu Hong introduced a blind date for Uncle Gu, a portrait was displayed.
Mo Hua had also seen that portrait.
And the person in the portrait was precisely this heavily made-up woman in front of him.