Ever since entering the Qianxue State Boundary, all the miscellaneous Divine Way knowledge he had learned from dealing with all kinds of Mountain Gods, Evil Gods, Demon Monsters, and Evil Spirits, together with those profound Divine Thought Skills, flashed one by one through Mo Hua’s mind.

All of a sudden Mo Hua’s heart stirred, and he said to True Man Situ:

"I have a Divine Thought Skill that can completely cut off their polluted Divine Thought and leave behind only a pure Divine Soul."

"But the problem is, their Primordial Spirits have been polluted far too severely. After cutting away the filth, the pure Divine Soul that remains is far too little."

"With just this wisp of Divine Soul, it’s not certain they can survive; even if they do, they may never wake up; and even if they wake, with their Primordial Spirits so gravely damaged, their Cultivation Realm will certainly be far inferior to before..."

But this was already the utmost he could do.

True Man Situ also knew this full well in his heart.

The fact that Mo Hua even had this method was already a blessing from Heaven; there was no way to demand too much beyond that.

True Man Situ cupped his hands and gave Mo Hua a solemn bow. "This old man, on behalf of all our fellow Daoists, thanks you for your great kindness, little friend."

Mo Hua waved his hand. "True Man Situ, you flatter me."

Then he no longer hesitated, and urged the Supreme Emotion-cutting Dao, condensing in his hand a pitch-black, strange Heavenly Demon Sword. With this Heavenly Demon Sword, he forcibly slashed away the filth within the Primordial Spirits of all those Divine Thought Cultivators, leaving them only a single wisp of pure Divine Soul.

True Man Situ looked at the strange and terrifying "Heavenly Demon Slash" in Mo Hua’s hand, and his heart jumped violently, but he could only pretend not to see it.

After cutting away the filth in everyone’s Divine Souls, Mo Hua also slashed once toward True Man Situ.

Having faced the Evil God head-on, there was no way True Man Situ had not been tainted by evil filth.

A flash of illusory black light; one sword swept past. True Man Situ’s Divine Soul ached, and his Divine Thought Power grew even weaker, yet in contrast he felt his mind become purer, with many evil desires and stray thoughts gone, and he suddenly had a feeling of having a great burden lifted.

In that instant, he suddenly felt something in his heart:

Although his Vital Energy was grievously damaged, the "death calamity" in his karmic fate seemed to have been resolved.

The most perilous life-and-death tribulation that was predestined in the unseen threads of causality had been personally resolved by that little kid in Li State City with whom he had formed a good karmic affinity ten years ago...

True Man Situ’s expression was full of sighs and emotion.

Ten years ago, he had used the Qiankun Clear Light Lamp to prolong the life of that boy’s master.

And now, relying on his own strength alone, that boy had resolved the most extremely fierce and vicious calamity of True Man Situ’s entire life—a calamity that was almost certain death.

True Man Situ was both moved and bitter, filled with indescribable emotion.

Heavenly Mechanism Causality, every drink and every peck is preordained.

As a person, one really still has to do more good and accumulate more hidden virtue...

True Man Situ gathered a wisp of Primordial Spirit from every Divine Thought Cultivator, then used his remaining Divine Thought to summon the Seven Stars Formations, protecting these Remnant Souls, and afterwards cupped his hands toward Mo Hua:

"Little friend, take care!"

Mo Hua reminded him once more: "Senior Situ, remember, you must have everyone leave the Blood Sacrifice Array as quickly as possible."

"And also..."

Mo Hua said slowly, "Don’t tell anyone that you met me. Don’t mention anything that happened in the nightmare."

True Man Situ’s heart tightened. As a Divine Thought Cultivator, he understood the stakes here and nodded solemnly:

"Rest assured, little friend, this old man will remember."

After speaking, True Man Situ no longer hesitated. He silently recited the mantra, called forth the starlight of the Seven Stars Formations, and prepared to take Wenren Wan away.

The Evil God had been devoured by Mo Hua; with the Laws’ restrictions gone and no other Demon Monsters to interfere, there was nothing left to hinder the transmission of the Mystic Sky Beidou Seven Star Formation.

Before Wenren Wan left, she reluctantly cast another glance at Yu Er, then gave Mo Hua a final grateful look. As the starlight shone and her Primordial Spirit twisted, she was forcibly pulled out of the Evil God’s nightmare.

The nightmare instantly grew quiet.

Mo Hua turned around, walked to Yu Er’s side, and, seeing the broken state of the child who had been treated as a "fetus" for rebirth by the Evil God—chest split open, belly torn, blood seeping from all seven orifices—he sighed softly, his heart aching with pity.

Yu Er’s mind was somewhat muddled. At this moment he opened his eyes and looked at Mo Hua. His heart was happy, yet he couldn’t help but let tears fall as he timidly said:

"Brother Mo, am I... going to die..."

Mo Hua’s heart ached. He patted Yu Er’s head and smiled faintly:

"Don’t worry, I’m here."

With Mo Hua patting his head and feeling that familiar, reassuring aura, a faint light gradually returned to Yu Er’s eyes.

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, then bit his finger and let a few drops of brilliant, pure golden Divine Marrow fall onto Yu Er’s forehead.

He used the incomparably precious pure golden marrow of a deity to repair Yu Er’s damaged body of Divine Thought.

This was the only method Mo Hua could think of to save Yu Er.

Divine Marrow is the essence naturally formed from a deity’s Dao-bearing Innate marrow.

The Primordial Spirit of an ordinary Cultivator simply cannot digest it.

But Yu Er was different. Having been treated by the Evil God as a fetus for rebirth, he already possessed a trace of Divinity, and thus could absorb the essence of the Divine Law. By means of this marrow of the Dao of Heaven and Earth, he could also repair his Origin and reshape his body of Divine Thought.

As the golden Divine Marrow fell onto Yu Er’s forehead, it indeed began to seep into his body, mending his shattered body of Divine Thought.

A faint golden hue also began to spread over Yu Er’s body.

Mo Hua patted Yu Er’s head again and said gently, "Go to sleep. When you wake up, the nightmare will all be over..."

Yu Er nodded obediently, then closed his eyes and, within that familiar and peaceful aura, sank into a deep sleep.

While Yu Er slept, the Divine Marrow continued to nourish his Divine Thought.

Seeing this, Mo Hua finally relaxed.

"No matter what, I’ve finally managed to save this pitiful child..."

Mo Hua sighed inwardly. He was just about to take Yu Er and leave this perilous nightmare when, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly froze, having noticed something strange.