Chapter 1405: 777 Mural_2

Chapter 1405: Chapter 777 Mural_2

“Good name…the young master is indeed a ‘master’ at naming.”

Mo Hua gladly accepted the compliment and then said:

“Lead the way, Sword Bone.”

The old monster cultivator, named “Sword Bone” by Mo Hua, helplessly accepted his fate and said: “Alright…”

Then Sword Bone led the way.

Mo Hua concealed his presence, extending his Divine Sense to observe the surroundings while holding the White Bone Broken Sword and listening to the Divine Thought transmission from Sword Bone as he wandered through the complex Ten Thousand Demons Prison.

The entire Valley of Ten Thousand Demons was constructed within the hollowed-out belly of a mountain, enormous in scale, featuring numerous Stone Palaces and Stone Chambers, with densely interwoven corridors and passages, patrolled by monster cultivators, crisscrossing paths that can easily lead to confusion without guidance.

Fortunately, “Sword Bone” was very experienced and familiar with the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, and since he was under Mo Hua’s control, he dared not make any trouble, so he journeyed diligently and reliably.

After walking for an unspecified length of time, Mo Hua arrived at a large gate.

This gate stood tall and imposing, with two giant monster beast stone statues adorned with fierce and terrifying Monster Patterns.

This was the gate to the Ten Thousand Demons Prison.

In front of the gate, there was a locking Formation, though it wasn’t too advanced, but there were a few monster cultivators guarding it, which posed some trouble.

“Every six hours, the monster cultivators change shifts, providing a gap of several breaths…”

“Sword Bone” secretly transmitted.

Mo Hua didn’t have the patience.

He quietly hid in the shadows, selecting a red-haired hyena monster cultivator.

The Dog Pattern among the Four Symbols Monster Pattern, he had analyzed it, and the corresponding Formation Pivot had been categorized into his “Four Symbols Demon Pattern Repository.”

Taking advantage of its inattentiveness, Mo Hua started Ink Manipulation with his Divine Sense.

A mass of Spiritual Ink floated in the air, forming a thread of ink, quietly moving and winding, finally attaching itself to the leg of the monster cultivator, forming the Four Symbols Dog Pattern Formation Pivot.

The monster cultivator had rough skin and flesh, with dull senses.

The Dog Demon only felt a slight coolness on its leg, initially not paying much attention.

But when it noticed that the coolness had become a bit strange, it was already too late.

The Monster Pattern flashed, the demonic power instantly spiraled out of control, reversed upward under Mo Hua’s manipulation, and surged toward the top of its head.

The hyena monster cultivator’s Divine Sense became abnormal, exploding in ferocity, instantly pouncing on several nearby monster cultivators.

The scene descended into chaos.

The monster cultivators started killing each other.

Screeches and curses mixed together, blood splattered all over the ground.

Mo Hua swaggered out through the gate of the Ten Thousand Demons Prison.

Sword Bone, residing within the White Bone Broken Sword, witnessed all of this and felt a chill in his heart.

He hadn’t even noticed how this little ancestor silently caused the monster cultivators to lose control and start fighting among themselves.

Those gate-guarding monster cultivators were quite powerful, yet in the hands of this little ancestor, they seemed just like “toys.”

Too terrifying…

Sword Bone’s underlying thoughts dwindled further.

After leaving the Ten Thousand Demons Prison, there were several Great Daos in front.

Mo Hua asked again: “Which path to take?”

Sword Bone responded with a trembling voice: “Left…”

Mo Hua looked up, nodded, and stepped onto the left Great Dao.

As he proceeded deeper, the view became more expansive, astonishing Mo Hua increasingly.

The Valley of Ten Thousand Demons was indeed enormous.

The Ten Thousand Demons Prison was only a part of it.

Elsewhere, there were still numerous sinister Tao Cultivation buildings standing.

Exploring each one of them would take a very long time.

Under the constraint of time now, he could only bypass them.

After walking for a while longer, the scent of blood suddenly became extremely intense.

Mo Hua frowned and looked ahead, seeing a vast site filled with numerous large guillotines.

On the guillotines, there were chains as thick as a man’s arm, and giant guillotines driven by Formation were erected.

At that moment, a Bear Demon was shackled by thick chains on the guillotine.

Once the Formation was activated, the colossal guillotine swooshed past, chopping off the Bear Demon’s head, causing blood to gush like a spring, flowing down to the Blood Pool beneath the platform.

On other guillotines, there were also many monster beasts with their heads “severed.”

Currently, numerous monster cultivators were busy dissecting the bodies of these monster beasts.

The dissected monster beast skins, bones, heads, Demon Cores, viscera, and so on were being segregated and stored accordingly.

“This is the slaughterhouse…”

Sword Bone transmitted.

“Slaughterhouse…”

Mo Hua frowned, muttering silently in his heart.

Sword Bone added: “This place didn’t have a name initially, ‘slaughterhouse’ is a name agreed upon by the monster cultivators, where all the monster beasts caught in the Ten Thousand Demons Prison are dissected…”

Mo Hua nodded and continued walking forward.

After another two hours, they saw a tower-like structure.

“This is the Demon Refining Pot.” Sword Bone said.

Mo Hua was somewhat puzzled and lowered his voice: “Isn’t this a tower? Why is it called a Demon Refining Pot?”

Sword Bone replied: “It’s said that this Demon Refining Pot is a type of Tao Cultivation building from the Southern Barbarian Land in the Great Wilderness, cast in the form of a ‘pot,’ forging a demon tower, serving as both a building and a Spiritual Artifact.”

Mo Hua looked up and realized that the entire tower in front, adorned with demon statues of serpents coiled around, had an upper and lower belly with a narrowed middle layer, indeed resembling a ‘pot.’

“The naming habit in the Great Wilderness is really peculiar…”

Mo Hua muttered silently.

The old monster cultivator named “Sword Bone” by Mo Hua froze momentarily, knowing not what to say.

“Have you ever been inside this tower… this Demon Refining Pot?” Mo Hua asked.

“No,” Sword Bone replied, his tone slightly heavy, “I don’t know what’s inside, and I am an Artifact Refiner, casting swords daily, so I haven’t had the chance to enter the Demon Refining Pot.”

“Alright then,” Mo Hua nodded, “Let’s bypass it.”

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