The Quest for Immortality

”Don’t think that just because you’ve fortuitously acquired some Divine Marrow, you can dare to scorn the deities.”

”Deities are the masters of all spirits between heaven and earth, the way of the deities is a taboo of the Longevity Road, you know nothing at all.”

”Very well,” the River God’s right hand loosely grasped, condensing a White Bone fish spear, the spear tip lined with five reverse barbs, coated with Blood Poison.

”No matter who you are, today you will become a sacrifice to me.”

”How could I not accept the Divine Marrow that’s been delivered to my doorstep?”

Mo Hua’s gaze slightly hardened.

The River God raised the White Bone fish spear high, with blood spikes forming upon it from decaying Evil Thoughts, and in a flash, they broke through the air towards Mo Hua.

Mo Hua’s body flickered with a Water Shadow, elegantly evading using the Water Passing Step.

The River God scoffed, as the White Bone fish spear produced ever more blood spikes, scarlet in color and more densely packed, stabbing towards Mo Hua relentlessly.

Mo Hua, seeing that he could not avoid them, pointed with fused fingers, a Fireball condensed, tracing a fiery streak, directly flying towards the River God.

The Fireball and blood spikes collided midair, exploding into a red mist of blood and fire.

The River God’s expression froze, ”A Spell?”

Mo Hua did not waste words.

If close combat was not desired, then let’s play with long-range spells.

After all, he was not a Body Cultivator; close combat was not his forte.

Mo Hua’s pupils deepened, Divine Thought flowing, his fingers frequently tapped out, one Fireball after another, connected end-to-end like consecutive crossbow bolts, relentlessly chasing the River God.

The River God initially wanted to utilize the White Bone fish spear to counter with blood spikes.

But it took only moments to discover that more and more Fireballs were coming, and at a much faster pace, vastly outspeeding the solidification of its blood spikes.

The dense Fireballs could not be blocked by the blood spikes.

Within a few exchanges, a Fireball struck the River God, bursting into a cloud of flame.

Then more and more Fireballs hit the River God consecutively, explosions of flame engulfed the Divine Body of the River God.

A moment later, as the fiery light dissipated, the River God’s figure was revealed, somewhat disheveled, but without much injury.

However, its expression had completely twisted into something ferocious, bearded cheeks flaring out, fangs bared, no longer possessing the dignity of a deity, looking more like a river monster.

This little devil is quite a handful!

”These tricks seem to be ineffective against you...”

”In that case, let me show you what the genuine path of the deities is, let you understand what a true deity is!”

Mo Hua’s expression became stern, as he felt the aura of the River God grow increasingly intense.

At the same time, a mysterious aura of the Dao started emanating from the River God.

Mo Hua remembered what Lord Yellow Mountain had said, that deities are born upholding the Dao, naturally in control of a part of the natural laws.

And at this time, inside the River God Temple, the surroundings were drenched in Water Qi, as if infiltrated by the Dao Laws of the Water Series, causing the constructs of Divine Thoughts to start distorting due to interference from the laws.

A drop of blood water fell from the sky, hitting the floor and splashing a bloody droplet.

Then the second drop, the third... with increasing density.

Blood rain began to pour from the heavens.

Mo Hua had a bad feeling about this.

This blood rain is too eerie, the aura of the natural laws around is also too intense; it was clear that nothing good could come of it.

Mo Hua didn’t know what strategy the big-fish-headed River God intended to use, so he stealthily greased the soles of his feet, trying to slip away quietly.

The best strategy sometimes is to retreat; avoid the edge, then make long-term plans.

But before he got far, the fish-headed River God suddenly split its massive jaws, sneering:

”Thinking of running? Too late!”

”Let me show you what it means for deities to be born of the Dao of heaven and earth, to intuitively grasp the arcane mysteries of all things – the innate spell point...”

”Divine Skill—Immeasurable Blood River!”

Mo Hua was startled upon hearing this.

Divine Skill?!

Divine gift spell point?

He had never heard of it, not to mention Lord Yellow Mountain, who had also not mentioned it.

As soon as the River God’s voice fell, he transformed into Dao, merging into one with the blood rain of this world.

Then the blood rain poured down harder and in a mere dozen breaths’ time, it congregated into a vast blood river, raging and rolling like an evil dragon stirring up waves, washing away and swallowing the walls and pavilions of the temple.

From the front of the River God Temple, the blood river surged, devouring everything, extending all the way to the back hall, yet stopping before the square.

In the middle of the square, numerous Fish Cultivators knelt in worship.

They prayed amidst suffering, providing faith to the River God, who did not wish to ruin its own foundation.

But such a vast blood river would suffice to obliterate Mo Hua.

Mo Hua was submerged in the water, as if imprisoned within a boundless water prison, feeling suffocated and breathless.

Within the blood river, entangled with divine law, Evil God’s malevolent thoughts, and the power of bloody evil thoughts.

Like a poison to Divine Sense or the rotting water to Divine Thought, constantly corroding the Incarnation of Divine Sense of Mo Hua.

Mo Hua was engulfed by the Immeasurable Blood River, like a child drowning in blood, his small hands and feet futilely struggling, only to watch helplessly as he was swept away by the whirlpool, sinking towards the evil, aberrant riverbed.

The River God looked at this scene with a cold smile.

Yet moments later, its smile froze.

Something’s wrong...

A hint of alarm appeared in the River God’s eyes, and its expression grew increasingly solemn.

It felt the presence of something akin to the ”Dao,” spreading at the riverbed, expanding, condensing, until... it erupted like a volcano.

In an instant, the blood river became an expanse of scarlet red.

Even glowing red.

But this red was not the red of blood, but the red of fire.

It was as if a volcano had erupted at the bottom of the river, with fiery eruptions scorching the water hot.

The surface of the river slowly began to boil, much of the blood water evaporating.

Within the vast blood river, a large expanse of blood water was inexplicably evaporated, and then the remaining blood water flowed backwards, swirling into vortices, and then one by one, all steamed into water vapor.

Cycling over and over, until the entire blood river was evaporated by the fierce, blazing fire.

The air lingered with dry heat.

White steam spiraled upwards.

The residual blood rain carried a scalding temperature.

And there stood Mo Hua, with blazing flames wrapping around him.

The endless blood river, burnt to nothing by him.

The River God took in a cold breath, its face tense.

Mo Hua slowly turned its head, looking at the River God, his little face grave, authoritatively uttering his technique:

”Divine Skills!”

”Karmic Fire Devours the River!”

The River God was taken aback, and finally couldn’t help but curse out loud:

”You brat! What nonsense are you spouting? Can’t I see that? You were clearly using a Formation just now!”

”It’s practically the same...” Mo Hua muttered.

The River God’s eyelids twitched violently.

Formation, Divine Skills...

In a certain sense, indeed, they are nearly the same.

But could such a level of Formation really be deployed by a human?

How profound a mastery of Formation is required to, within the Dreamland, through Divine Thought, instantaneously create such a powerful Formation?

At that moment, both the deity and its followers shared the same thought.

Can this little devil... really be considered ”human”?