The Myriad Evils

Storm clouds gathered over Void Gate, Small Fishing Village devoted itself to worship, and Little Silver Fish stole the incense offerings.

Mo Hua knew nothing of any of it.

With the River God dealt with, things could stay peaceful for a while.

So each day at the sect, he happily cultivated, attended lessons, and drew Array Techniques, eagerly awaiting his "delivery."

Six days later, the "delivery" he had ordered by stealing the Evil God's Authority was finally due.

This delivery—no, this wave of deliveries—would probably be "delivered" into Yu'er's dream around midnight tonight.

Mo Hua had chosen that time deliberately.

It was safe, discreet, and unlikely to draw attention. With the Dao Stele as his fallback, he felt even more confident.

Before then, though, Mo Hua still had preparations to make.

Those preparations were mainly for Yu'er.

He had ordered a great many Demons and Evil Spirits this time.

Mo Hua himself wasn't worried. The River God and the Evil God had both died at his hands; he had beheaded them, struck them with lightning, and "devoured them alive." What were these lesser Demons by comparison?

But Yu'er was different. He was only a child, after all, with no means of Divine Sense Killing or defense.

If something went wrong, a wound to Mo Hua's own Divine Thought would be nothing. But if the evil creatures ran wild and hurt Yu'er, he would never forgive himself.

He had to prepare thoroughly beforehand.

Mo Hua also drew several Divine Dao Arrays to restrain the Evil Spirits and protect Yu'er.

Dusk fell. Midnight approached.

Mo Hua went to Yu'er's room and placed the Divine Dao Arrays around his bed, encircling him.

Yu'er looked at the arrays with wide, bright eyes and asked curiously,

"Brother Mo, what are these?"

Mo Hua patted Yu'er's