These things, he knew all about.
But without personally experiencing them, without seeing them with oneâs own eyes, itâs impossible to understand the depth of this suffering.
The dead are not just names, not just numbers, but living individuals, children, parents, family members.
Mo Hua looked up, gazing into the distance.
In the distance, at the Qian Learning State Boundary, sects are abundant, families tower, terraces rise high, palaces are majestic.
"Those standing high do not look down..."
In fact, he was the same.
If he had always stayed within the Qian Learning State Boundary, interacting with families and sects, he might feel that time is peaceful and life is affluent, never realizing that in nearby corners, these silently, namelessly deceased, dust-like loose cultivators exist.
He would not see the injustices created by demon cultivators.
Perhaps he would also be indifferent to the dead cultivators...
Mo Hua felt a heavy heart.
"Mo Hua..." Gu Changhuai said softly, "are you okay?"
Seeing Mo Hua standing there, silent, his expression shifting several times, he felt some concern.
Mo Hua snapped out of it, shook his head, "Iâm fine."
Gu Changhuai looked around, sighed, and comforted Mo Hua: "The Demon Sect will be eradicated, so focus on your cultivation, the rest is not your concern, donât dwell on it."
"Mm." Mo Hua replied softly.
Gu Changhuai, worried Mo Hua might overthink, said: "Itâs getting late, head back early."
"Mm."
Afterwards, the two went to the Taoist Court and cast Li San into the Taoist Prison, and Gu Changhuai sent Mo Hua back to Taixu Gate.
Before parting, Gu Changhuai saw that Mo Hua seemed burdened by thoughts. He wanted to comfort him but, being better at cold and detached words, couldnât find the right words to say, and ended up squeezing out these two sentences:
"Cultivate well, donât think about anything else."
"Mm, I understand."
Mo Hua nodded.
...
After returning to the Discipleâs Residence, Mo Hua did not sleep all night.
Although he usually doesnât sleep, practicing Formation on the Taoist Stele instead, this time he couldnât settle his heart even to draw formations.
The scenes of the day lingered in his mind.
In the small mountain village, the loose cultivators, though poor, still struggled to survive, yet in a blink of an eye, regardless of age or sex, were all brutally slaughtered.
Mo Huaâs Divine Soul ached faintly.
A trace of malevolence rose from his heart.
Perhaps due to cultivating the Water Prison Sectâs Seven Souls Blood Prison Pupil Skill and imprinting the Water Prison Map on his Divine Soul, Mo Huaâs heart gradually gave birth to a desire for "slaughter."
In this world, all heretical demons should be killed, all should die!
The reckless demon monsters and cultivators should be imprisoned in the Taoist Prison, tortured to death!
"Kill!"
Mo Huaâs eyes turned blood-red, and the intense Evil Qi started to gather deep in his pupils.
Around the embodiment of his Divine Thought, black energy flickered in and out.
For that moment, Mo Hua seemed to transform into a merciless "Little Yama," determined to suppress and annihilate all heretical demon sin cultivators.
Mo Hua quickly realized the anomaly, hastily sat in meditation, and restrained the "slaughter" desire within his heart.
Yet the words "Destroy Demons and Heretics" seemed to be ingrained deeply in his Divine Soul alongside the Water Prison Map from the Water Prison Sect.
He wished to kill all demon cultivators.
Mo Hua calmed his mind in meditation.
But no matter how hard he tried, however much he steadied himself, he couldnât restrain this killing intent.
Mo Hua could only reluctantly give up.
"Since it canât be suppressed, then donât suppress it..." Mo Huaâs gaze turned icy, "Find a way to kill all the demon cultivators of this Demon Sect!"