Lord Holy Sword is unreliable again.

Huang Ji looked at Mo Jie and exclaimed, "Truly, heroes emerge from among the young! Remaining calm even under immense pressure, he is destined for greatness!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Hong became even more curious about the connection between the four continents and Earth.

Seeing Mo Shi gently close his eyes, Huang Ji bid farewell, saying, "I'll see Brother Mo off here. I won't disturb your reunion any longer!"

"Thank you very much, Brother Huang. I will remember what happened today."

As Wang Hong watched Huang Ji leave, he felt inexplicably nervous.

"Mo Jie, what are you thinking about?" Mo Shi stared into Wang Hong's eyes, a strange smile curving his lips.

Wang Hong felt a wave of nausea upon seeing that smile. Had this old man actually seen through his identity?

"Mo Jie, have you prepared another gift for your father?"

Mo Shi had long since seen through the deception; the person before him was not Mo Jie, and Mo Jie had even died at his hands!

He gently stroked Wang Hong's face. How similar they were! Even the fine lines at the corners of his eyes and the traces of hair slipping down his ears were so similar.

He had never looked at Mo Jie's face so intently before.

The last time I saw Mo Jie was about a month ago. He was very excited to show me his new creation, eager to get my approval.

They had a pleasant evening that day.

He didn't want to expose the fake Mo Jie's identity, and even hoped that the fake Mo Jie could feign that expression, that look of admiration as he looked at his father, hoping to receive a word of praise from his father.

But all of that will be gone forever. Mo Jie can never come back to his side. From now on, only Mo Fa will follow him.

I, Mo Shi, swear that the pain of losing my son will never return!

Wang Hong's face was full of bitterness. A Nascent Soul Realm expert could not be deceived by the Holy Sword. What father does not know his son?

Today, I will really die here.

The son who committed murder the day before yesterday has been murdered today.

Thinking of this, Wang Hong revealed his true colors.

He wanted to offer this father, grieving the loss of his twins, a final comfort—to see the true face of the man who killed his children.

The face of Niu Li, a pig demon in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, appeared before Mo Shi.

Wang Hong had no choice; his true appearance was that of a human, and he couldn't reveal his human identity!

Don't blame me, but when you die by my hand, I'll make you see it...

Of course, the aura released by Wang Hong was still that of a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator.

"Boy, this isn't your true nature! How could a pig possibly harm my exceptionally intelligent son!"

Mo Shi chuckled and was about to deliver the fatal blow when suddenly a brilliant idea flashed into his mind.

"Since you enjoy pretending so much, then I'll grant your wish!"

He made hand seals and moved his hands over Wang Hong's body.

The Holy Sword and the Heaven-Devouring Glazed Lamp concealed all their auras and lay dormant deep within the divine consciousness.

Mo Shi's expression suddenly turned to shock. "Kid, who are you?"

He was filled with doubt and surprise. How could this be?

Considering the urgent decree issued by the High Shaman, could it be...?

Mo Shi suddenly burst into laughter. "I, Mo Shi, am finally about to truly take flight!"

In the future, not only will he become the ruler of the Ququqing clan, but he will also become the ruler of the four continents!

No, that's too narrow-minded. The appearance of this kid means that his journey of ink erosion is to the stars and the sea!

"Brother Mo, what's going on here?"

Huang Ji suddenly returned, looking at Mo Shi and the pig demon in his arms with a puzzled expression.

Mo Shi's expression suddenly returned to calm: "Silly son, hurry up and change back!" After saying that, he kicked Wang Hong.

Wang Hong's mind went blank. Damn it, this old guy must have seen through his human identity, and Huang Ji must be searching for him all over the world. Now there are two Nascent Soul Realm old guys in front of him. What should he do?

Should we reveal our true forms and let them fight?

Seeing Wang Hong's hesitation, Mo Shi transmitted his voice, "Boy, I've already seen through your identity, but I won't let you die. However, if Huang Ji finds out, you're doomed!"

With a hardened heart, he transmitted his voice again: "In the name of the Right Protector of the Holy Chime Clan, I hereby swear an oath to Heaven that I will not kill you! Do not hesitate! You have no choice!"

The transmission of divine sense took only a moment, and as a Nascent Soul Realm expert, Mo Shi naturally wouldn't let Huang Ji see through it.

Wang Hong transformed back into Mo Jie's appearance, looked up at Huang Ji, and said awkwardly, "Father said he wanted to test my disguise skills..."

Mo Shi calmly asked, "Brother Huang, what is it?"

"I've come to bid farewell to Brother Mo. The Great Shaman has ordered me to go to Starship City, so I won't be able to protect Brother Mo anymore!" Huang Ji said apologetically.

Mo Shi sneered inwardly upon hearing this, but a hint of arrogance appeared on his face: "Brother Huang, please go ahead. Although I, Mo Shi, am injured, I can still protect myself! Thank you very much, Brother Huang. In the future, we brothers should help each other more!"

Huang Ji laughed heartily, "Of course, I won't disturb you two any longer! Farewell!"

After saying that, Huang Ji disappeared from the spot.

Mo Shi closed his eyes and carefully sensed the situation until Huang Ji's aura gradually disappeared, only then did he feel relieved.

We can't let that greedy guy Huang Ji find out about the visitors from outer space!

He turned to look at Wang Hong, a playful glint in his eyes. "Kid, show your true form. I know you're human, an extraterrestrial!"

Wang Hong's expression changed, and he transformed into Lu Huaiyuan's appearance.

Mo Shi revealed a greedy look, slowly stroking Wang Hong's body with an intoxicated expression.

"It really is the aura of a human! Haha, I, Mo Shi, can finally have someone to pamper me!"

Human-pet, that was something only the powerful beings of the Qing Clan could possess ten thousand years ago. It is a rare treasure that has been extinct for ten thousand years!

Seeing Mo Shi's distorted expression, Wang Hong thought to himself, "Although my human identity has been exposed, at least the Holy Sword and the Glazed Lamp haven't been discovered..."

He kept telling himself that as long as he didn't probe his divine sense, there was still a chance to turn the tables!

Before Wang Hong could even feel happy, a jet-black light, so dark it seemed to devour everything, shot out from Mo Shi's hand and pierced straight towards Wang Hong's brow!

The Holy Sword and the Heaven-Devouring Glazed Lamp were horrified. The two supreme treasures hurriedly appeared within Wang Hong's body, at the point where the flame in his heart was.

"puff!"

Wang Hong felt dizzy and disoriented, as if his mind was being suddenly jolted.

"This is the Soul-Devouring Seed of my Holy Clan. It will permeate your soul day and night, purifying your sinful soul until you no longer have any depraved thoughts in your heart and become a child of my Holy Clan completely and willingly."

Mo Shi gently rubbed his temples. The Soul-Devouring Seeds placed too much burden on his soul. Even with his cultivation level, he could only plant five at a time.

Seeing Wang Hong in a daze, a hint of arrogance appeared in his eyes.

He had absolute confidence in the Soul Eater.

For millennia, the Holy Race has used this technique to enslave countless beings, and has never failed.

This kind of invasion into the depths of the soul, like a tree taking root or a vine entwining, will slowly devour all the past emotions, obsessions, and memories of the person affected, leaving only pure loyalty to the Holy Race in the end.

The stronger one's will, the more intense the struggle, and the more completely one falls.

Mo Shi coldly watched Wang Hong's distorted face, as if admiring a work of art in the making.

Wang Hong's body convulsed violently, and veins bulged on his forehead and neck like earthworms.

His throat felt like it was being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, and he could only let out hoarse, escaping sounds. His ten fingers frantically scratched at the ground, his nails snapping and bleeding profusely, but he was completely unaware of it.

Even so, physical pain is insignificant compared to the excruciating pain of the soul.

The Soul-Devouring Seed was like an invisible poisonous insect, burrowing into his sea of ​​consciousness and gnawing at his soul bit by bit.

With each bite, a piece of memory is torn off and swept into that endless vortex of darkness.

Those distant, blurred images are being brutally stripped from his soul.

Wang Hong felt like he had lost everything...