“Eat” the person of the god?!

The golden evil eye pupil suddenly shrank, then its eye socket violently trembled, and golden blood threads bulged, within which contained incomparable terrifying emotions.

It finally understood what it was dreading, what it was fearing…

Humans are just gods’ livestock, just gods’ straw dogs.

How can livestock deserve to eat a god?

“Absurd!”

“Ignorant!”

The voice of the golden evil eye was sharp and distorted.

“How dare you profane the dignity of a god!”

“Foolish little ghost, you simply do not know what you are doing, what kind of terrible taboo you are touching!”

Mo Painting had a face full of doubt:

“I just said it casually, why are you so agitated? You are a ‘god’ after all, you should have some cultivation…”

The blood threads on the golden evil eye bulged ferociously and thickly a few more points.

It was used to believers bowing and kneeling to it, to cultivators humbly praising it. It couldn’t bear a human little ghost making such rude mocking remarks.

“I will sooner or later kill you…”

“Hollow out your flesh and blood, cut out your internal organs, suck dry your divine sense, use your sea of consciousness as a bed, make you become a ‘god slave’, generation after generation suffer the slavery of this venerable one, forever unable to transcend…”

The golden evil eye said sharply.

Mo Painting was startled.

This evil god is so vicious, so easily holds grudges…

Also don’t know what its background is…

Mo Painting thought for a moment, suddenly his eyes slightly brightened, he pretended to be arrogant, disdainfully glanced at this evil eye, and said in a very contemptuous tone:

“Just rely on you?”

“You are my defeated subordinate, your demon body was shattered by me into ten thousand pieces, your big eye bead was dug out by me, and you’re about to be ‘eaten’ by me. What do you have to threaten me with?”

Upon hearing this, the golden evil eye suddenly calmed down.

It stared at Mo Painting with an extremely indifferent gaze, its voice hoarse and dry, containing anger:

“Endless great wilderness, ten thousand god remains…”

“Million demons, all living beings straw dogs…”

“Humble creature, you have profaned the god, eventually one day, you will die without a burial ground!”

Mo Painting’s gaze slightly trembled.

Endless great wilderness, ten thousand god remains?

What does that mean…

Does it mean the Great Wilderness God was divided into ten thousand, and there are countless god remains?

This one eye is just one of the remains?

Is the Great Wilderness Master so strong?

Mo Painting frowned.

It seems… I’ve poked a big basket?

However… this seems unavoidable. The evil god wants to kill me, and I can’t just act like “livestock”, motionless, letting it slaughter me.

Moreover…

Something delivered to my door, not “eating” it seems a bit impolite.

“Never mind…”

Mo Painting decided to first eat this golden evil god’s “big eye bead”.

Great Wilderness Master, ten thousand god remains.

Since there are so many, one more or one less shouldn’t make much difference.

If I secretly “eat” one, He might not even know.

But how to eat? Just gnaw on it directly?

Mo Painting looked at that ugly golden evil eye, feeling a bit unable to bring himself to do it.

Mo Painting stared at this evil eye again for a while, suddenly startled, and discovered something was not right.

This golden evil eye, being tightly grasped in Mo Painting’s hand, unable to struggle free, seemed resigned to fate, but deep within the evil eye, there was still an obscure eye light flowing.

If not carefully observed, it would simply not be noticed.

“Something is not right…”

Mo Painting furrowed his delicate eyebrows.

This big eye bead, still has some ghost ideas in its heart, it is still plotting something.

But what is it plotting?

Mo Painting thought for a moment, and discovered that he had no clue at all.

It is the remains of an evil god, inheriting a part of the evil god’s will. What methods and cards it has, he has no idea at all.

He is very lacking in knowledge about gods.

What if he “ate” it and was invaded by the evil god’s will, polluting his dao heart? That would be bad.

Gods are not like demons.

Gods’ divine thoughts contain divine marrow, which is essentially different from ordinary demons.

Meditating can guard one’s heart and suppress the evil thoughts of demons, but it may not be able to suppress the will of a god.

Furthermore, this god is still an “evil god”.

No matter how he thought about it, the risk was still very high.

“In this situation, it’s still better to be a bit safer…”

Mo Painting nodded slightly.

He clutched the golden evil eye with one hand and walked towards the center of his sea of consciousness.

The originally quiet golden evil eye suddenly sensed a trace of something bad and questioned:

“Little ghost, what are you going to do?”

“I’ll show you something good!”

Mo Painting said as he walked.

The uneasy premonition in the golden evil eye’s heart became even stronger.

Its heart was somewhat inconceivable.

Perhaps this little ghost’s body still hid some secret? It could even make it instinctively feel fear.

After a moment, a profound ancient aura spread out.

The golden evil eye suddenly stiffened.

It seemed to perceive a very ancient aura, containing the great dao, as if it was the aura of a “deity”.

Then it saw a broken stele that had appeared in the sea of consciousness at some unknown time.

The golden evil eye’s pupil was shocked.

A stele?!

Mo Painting also keenly detected the evil eye’s abnormality, and he softly asked: “Do you… recognize this stele?”

The golden evil eye examined the dao stele, restrained its emotions, and coldly laughed:

“Just an ancient broken stele…”

Mo Painting’s pair of clear big eyes looked at the evil eye suspiciously.

The golden evil eye trembled slightly, but did not show any abnormality.

It indeed did not know the origin of this broken stele.

At least, this stele was different from all the ancient steles in its far ancient god inheritance memory…

Mo Painting’s eyes became more suspicious.

The golden evil eye trembled again, but still only revealed a trace of contempt, and said coldly:

“So what, you’re letting me see this stele?”

Mo Painting looked at this one golden evil eye again, his gaze profound, as if thinking, then suddenly smiled brightly:

“No, it’s something even better!”

The golden evil eye felt something was wrong.

Mo Painting simply clasped it with both hands and pressed it against a corner of the dao stele.

The golden evil eye was caught off guard and only saw a touch of red.

This touch of red was redder than blood, redder than sunlight, redder than anything, and terrifying.

Terrifying thunder flowed on it, containing cold and merciless heaven and earth laws, bearing the will to exterminate all of heaven.

“Tribulation… Tribulation thunder?!”

The golden evil eye screamed in a lost voice.

Its eye socket trembled, blood threads bulged, and it struggled with all its might, but it was still tightly grasped by Mo Painting’s two small hands.

The scarlet thunder light flashed.

In an instant, the tribulation thunder completely erased the golden evil eye.

The golden evil eye turned into a pool of golden water, and at the same time, a pure golden, majestic and fearsome sheep horn shadow that was still in the evil eye, struggled and roared in unwillingness, and turned to ashes.

Mo Painting thought to himself, “Indeed.”

This pure golden sheep horn shadow, although he didn’t know exactly what it was, should be related to the will of the Great Wilderness Evil God.

If he had unknowingly “eaten” it together with the golden evil eye, he was afraid it would have left hidden trouble.

Evil gods are things that have existed for who knows how long, and their divine power and methods are all profound and immeasurable.

If he wasn’t more careful, it would be really hard to guard against.

Fortunately, he used the tribulation thunder to remove the “poison”…

Otherwise, if it was unclean, it would definitely make his brain sick.

“Tribulation thunder is really useful…”

Mo Painting praised in his heart.

The golden evil eye was directly shattered by the tribulation thunder, and the inherent evil god’s will was also erased, turning into a pool of pure “divine marrow”.

This divine marrow also faded a lot in golden color.

It seemed that a part of its origin was destroyed together with the evil god’s will by the tribulation thunder.

The remaining divine marrow, whether in quality or quantity, “shrank” a lot compared to before.

But these divine marrow are pure, clean, and without consciousness.

They are not only safe and healthy, but also easier to “digest”.

Losing a bit is just losing a bit.

“Don’t know what kind of divine sense I will have after ‘eating’ these…”

“Will it break through?”

Mo Painting’s eyes were bright, full of anticipation.

Then he opened his small mouth wide, sucked fiercely, and then sucked all the divine marrow into his mouth.

In an instant, an ancient and profound divine thought impacted Mo Painting’s sea of consciousness.

Strands of divine marrow, like blood threads, seeped into Mo Painting’s divine sense incarnation.

These “divine marrow blood threads”, with an obscure connection to the array patterns of the “Mystery Heaven Great Array”, weaved layer by layer, solidifying Mo Painting’s divine thought.

It was as if on the foundation of the dao, divine marrow was used as bricks to build the steps to godhood.

Suddenly, Mo Painting had an illusion.

He had already stepped one foot into the taboo of godhood.

All things in heaven and earth, ten thousand living beings, were all straw dogs in his eyes, dust under his feet.

They believed in him, worshipped him, and suffered his domination and slavery.

His eyes, which were clear and lively, gradually faded.

Instead, a majestic and indifferent pale golden color appeared.

This pale golden color, nourished by divine marrow, with his eyes as a window, gradually spread, seeped into Mo Painting’s divine sense incarnation, and fused with his divine thought body.

Mo Painting’s whole body faintly emitted golden light, as if he were a “god person”.

His cute face gradually became majestic, and the arrogance and indifference in his eyes also deepened…

At the same time, his bodily humanity was also being “obliterated” little by little…

Just at this moment, the dao stele suddenly vibrated.

An ancient and clear sound echoed in the sea of consciousness.

Mo Painting’s expression was shocked, and he instantly woke up, immediately began to meditate, seeking his original heart in the confused thoughts of being assimilated by “god”.

His dao heart shone with divinity, but it was also barren.

Mo Painting tried hard to meditate, to trace back his original heart.

His memories, from childhood to adulthood, bit by bit, began to gradually revive.

The people he had met, the things he had experienced, emerged one by one again.

Father, mother, Elder Yu, little companions, master, Puppet Elder, little senior brother, little senior sister…

Joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, sadness of parting, joy of reunion, all kinds of emotions gradually surged into his heart.

Mo Painting’s barren inner heart, as if nourished by spring rain, his humanity also gradually revived.

The indifferent and majestic pale golden color in his eyes gradually faded, and the clear and lively light in his eyes gradually returned.

He didn’t know how long passed, but Mo Painting’s gaze returned to normal.

All the pale golden divine marrow retracted and gathered within his divine sense incarnation, fused into the “flesh” of his divine sense.

Mo Painting looked at his own hands and frowned.

His divine sense did not enhance.

Or rather, it enhanced a little, but not much, still stuck at the sixteenth pattern realm.

But his divine sense, however, seemed to have undergone a “qualitative change”.

In the deepest part of his divine thought body, there were already faint, thread-like pale golden “god blood”.

This was the golden “divine marrow” that he had devoured and refined, which belonged to him!

He felt that his divine sense now truly had a “quality” difference in the real sense.

This is the divine sense of a “god”.

His divine sense was stronger.

But this strength was not reflected in the realm, but in the “god quality”.

These seemed to be two completely different dimensions of divine sense.

It was also the difference between a cultivator and a god.

Mo Painting was a little confused and also a little uneasy.

The feeling just now was still engraved in his heart. Devouring this bit of divine marrow almost obliterated his “humanity” and also almost assimilated his “dao heart”.

He almost forgot everything about being a “person” and regarded himself as a “god” who was high above and overlooked all living beings.

This was only after “eating” one “sheep’s eye”.

If he ate more, would he just forget who he was and completely become a cold and icy young “god”?

Mo Painting furrowed his brows.

Master told him to “divine sense prove dao”, but it seemed he didn’t say he wanted him to “divine sense seal god”…

These seemed to be two different paths?

Mo Painting was a little unclear, his heart was confused, and his brain was a mess.

“In the end, it’s still because I know too little about gods…”

Mo Painting sighed.

“Forget it, I’ve already eaten it anyway, worrying about it now is meaningless.”

Moreover, his divine sense was indeed enhanced, just not the realm’s elevation.

But a person should be content, not too greedy.

He was now in the initial stage of Foundation Establishment, and his divine sense had already reached the limit of the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.

If he broke through a little more, it would be the divine sense of the late stage of Foundation Establishment, which would still be alright…

Mo Painting was a little regretful, but still calmed his mindset.

The matter of “deification” would be dealt with later when he had time to understand it.

All fears stem from the unknown.

He knew very little about “gods” now, so he would worry.

Later, he would find an opportunity to inquire more about the origin and details of gods. The more he knew, the more he would have ways to cope and reduce the aftereffects of “eating” gods.

Also, that Great Wilderness Evil God, he felt was definitely a “petty ghost”. Although he only “ate” one of His eyes, He would definitely hold a grudge.

He should act a bit more low-key in the future.

He should also think in advance, in case the Great Wilderness Evil God knew about his “stealing and eating”, how should he handle it.

Mo Painting pondered in his heart.

Now the Great Wilderness Evil God’s eye was erased by the tribulation thunder, leaving only the divine marrow, which he had eaten clean.

The Great Wilderness Evil God should not blame him.

After all, He is a great evil god, it is impossible that He is not restricted.

Now, no one knows if He is “alive” or in “hibernation”.

Even if He is “alive”, there are so many cultivators and great powers in Qian State, it is impossible for Him to focus on a small and obscure Foundation Establishment cultivator like himself.

Mo Painting nodded, feeling it was very reasonable.

Moreover, he still had the dao stele, and there was still a “tribulation thunder” on the dao stele.

The dao stele guarded his heart, and the tribulation thunder was for “pitting people”.

As long as it wasn’t the evil god coming personally, he should not be afraid.

He could handle the weaker ones himself, without even needing the dao stele to take action.

At most, after handling them, he would use the tribulation thunder to “remove poison” and use the dao stele to “iron plate roast” them, which was clean and hygienic, and also helpful for absorption and “digestion”.

Mo Painting completely put his heart at ease.

Lice more not itch, debts more not worry.

He had already offended his senior uncle, so he didn’t care about another evil god.

They were all too powerful and should not pay attention to a “small ant” like him, provided he was a bit low-key…

Mo Painting checked a bit and found that there were no other evil thoughts or divine thoughts remaining in his sea of consciousness, so he felt at ease and exited the sea of consciousness.

In the remote mountain valley, Mo Painting, who was lying on the ground, opened his eyes.

The mountain color was gray and hazy, and the sky was not yet bright.

There were battle traces all around.

There were traces of Fireball technique, arrays, sword qi, and also demon qi.

Not far away, the corpse of the black-clothed leader was just lying there.

But at this time, this corpse had been corrupted by demon qi and melted into a pool of filthy black water.

Before, it hadn’t been corrupted, seemingly due to the evil eye.

Now that the evil eye had left the body, it suffered the same fate as the other black-clothed cultivators.

Demon qi eroded the body, leaving no trace of bones.

But Mo Painting had already remembered his appearance.

Although he was blasted by the Li Huo Formation, his face had some scorch marks, his expression was sinister, and his voice was gloomy, but he looked like a quite young cultivator, estimated to be only in his twenties.

Moreover, he should still be a child of a clan family.

It was even possible that he was a sect disciple.

Only Mo Painting didn’t recognize who he was.

Mo Painting thought carefully and decided not to speak of this matter for now.

If he spoke out, once the news leaked, he would become a common target for these black-clothed cultivators who were parasitic in the shadows.

The Great Wilderness Evil God might also follow the vine to find him.

Their background must be significant to be able to traffic people near the border of Qian Xue State.

He might also be targeted by these powerful forces behind them.

Moreover, even if he spoke out, he estimated that no one would believe him.

Now this black-clothed leader was also dead, his flesh melted into a pool of black water, his face completely changed, and he was dead without proof.

Without evidence, it would be regarded as rumor and slander, and would instead bring trouble to himself.

No matter how he thought about it, it was all very inappropriate.

Mo Painting shook his head.

It was better to pay attention secretly first, investigate clues, and only tell Uncle Gu secretly when there was conclusive evidence.

Before that, he absolutely couldn’t show his face.

Mo Painting again flipped through the black-clothed leader’s storage bag. Inside were only spirit stones and several common standard spirit swords.

Besides, there were still several pills, but they looked like evil pills.

There was nothing valuable.

Mo Painting first drew a Li Huo Formation, and then burned the black-clothed leader’s corpse again.

Then he drew an Earth Burial Array and deeply buried his corpse under the earth and stones.

Mo Painting also tampered with the surrounding traces and covered up his own traces.

This black-clothed leader was completely buried in this remote mountain valley.

Even if someone came to look, they couldn’t dig out his corpse.

Even if they dug out his corpse, this matter would have nothing to do with Mo Painting.

No one would believe that he, a small disciple in the initial stage of Foundation Establishment, could single-handedly kill a demonic cultivator in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment with vicious methods.

Mo Painting handled everything properly, feeling that it was foolproof, and only then nodded.

He silently thanked Uncle Zhang Lan in his heart.

“All thanks to Uncle Zhang Lan’s guidance that year, I had the experience to kill and bury the corpse, leave no traces, and leave no trouble!”

After Mo Painting finished, he quickly rushed back to meet Cheng Mo and the others.

He deliberately took a detour, changed direction, then adjusted his mindset, came up with a script of being chased by the black-clothed leader and panicking, and finally escaping with great difficulty, and only then hurried back.

Before he even got close to the abandoned refining workshop, his divine sense discovered Cheng Mo and several other people.

They were scattered, their expressions anxious, all shouting “Mo Painting”‘s name.

At that time, they were covered by the evil eye’s blood light. Although they couldn’t move, they vaguely knew that Mo Painting had led that ferocious black-clothed leader away.

That was why they were lucky enough to survive.

So after the people from the Dao Court Division arrived, the two groups scattered together like a net, searching for Mo Painting in the mountains.

They were worried that Mo Painting had suffered a poisonous hand from the black-clothed leader and were both worried and guilty, so they all desperately shouted Mo Painting’s name.

Mo Painting felt a little moved in his heart and waved to them from afar.

“I’m back!”

Cheng Mo and the others were overjoyed, especially Cheng Mo, who was such a big guy, his eyes even a little red.

“Mo Painting, are you okay?”

“Not injured?”

“What about that black-clothed person?”

Several people asked urgently, one after another.

“I’m okay.” Mo Painting nodded, then showed a “lingering fear” expression:

“That black-clothed person is too terrifying, I’m simply not his opponent…”

“He chased me, I could only run, and then I found an opportunity to hide in a big tree…”

“The sky was too dark, the mountain terrain was complex, and that black-clothed person was careless and didn’t discover me.”

“Afterwards, he seemed afraid of being discovered by the Dao Court Division and left. I hid in the tree and avoided the wind for a while, and then came back to find you…”

Mo Painting seriously recounted the pre-edited story.

It was simple and unadorned, but reasonable.

Cheng Mo and the others had no suspicion, and all breathed a sigh of relief, “Good…”

“You are really lucky!”

“You worried me to death…”

“This black-clothed bastard, when I reach the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, if I meet him again, I will definitely split his head open…”

“Forget it, when you are in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, he might be in the late stage of Foundation Establishment…”

Several people’s moods relaxed, and they talked more.

Mo Painting also smiled slightly.

Afterwards, things were simple and Mo Painting didn’t need to worry.

The executive officer of the Dao Court Division rescued the abducted cultivators and sent them back to the nearby Dao Court Division.

They also examined the corpses of the black-clothed cultivators one by one.

Mo Painting and the five people including Cheng Mo rode in a carriage, escorted by the executive officer of the Dao Court Division, heading towards Tai Xu Gate, located on the border of Qian Xue State.

Mo Painting originally thought of visiting his old friend Huang Shan Jun.

But time was a little short, and at this time, it was better to have fewer troubles than more. It was better to return to Tai Xu Gate by carriage first, to avoid unnecessary trouble.

The carriage of the Dao Court Division was very spacious, but not too comfortable.

Despite this, Cheng Mo and the others still slept soundly.

They were first chased, then counter-killed, then jointly ambushed more than ten black-clothed people in the abandoned refining workshop, and finally searched for Mo Painting in the mountains for several hours. They were already very exhausted.

At this time, they relaxed and all couldn’t help but fall asleep.

Mo Painting leaned against the carriage window, looking at the scenery outside, his heart full of thoughts.

Human traffickers, demon qi, evil eye, evil god…

The border of Qian Xue State seemed to be no longer peaceful.

Beneath the surface of prosperity, evil causes and effects seemed to be brewing, and what he had seen now seemed to be only a small corner.

Who knows what was still hidden in the darkness…

Mo Painting’s gaze was slightly solemn.

In the “drip drip drip drip” sound of horse hooves, the carriage carrying Mo Painting and several other people bumpy all the way, returned to Tai Xu Gate again.

(End of this chapter)

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