The Quest for Immortality

”Died by the hands of a ’deity’.”

”Died at the hands of the Divine Lord’s formidable enemy.”

”Died for the great cause of the Divine Lord!”

”This remnant soul, died where it belonged...”

Mr. Tu devoutly thought in his heart, and then his divine soul was completely shredded by the golden light, dissipating into nothingness.

Meanwhile, the figure of the young master was also gradually fading away, and before completely breaking free from the nightmare and his divine thought completely dispersing, he saw the figure of this ’Fierce God’ who killed Mr. Tu with a single sword.

Enveloped in golden light, it appeared like a child, yet possessed a deity-like commanding presence and a chilling indifference.

It made him feel so insignificant.

He even felt an inexplicable fear rising in his heart.

He only took one glance, and only dared to take that one glance, then hurriedly used the short time bought by Mr. Tu’s remnant soul with his life to escape from the nightmare.

He feared that with one more glance, he would be doomed at the hands of this terrifying fierce god.

...

Within the grand hall of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

The young master, who was sitting in meditation with eyes closed, suddenly opened wide his eyes, his hands trembling uncontrollably, gasping heavily.

His back was completely soaked with cold sweat.

As if having experienced a ”nightmare.”

However, his eyes were full of ice-coldness and resentment.

”For the first time in this life, I am so disgracefully defeated...”

He firmly remembered the outline of that divine child in his heart, his gaze cold:

”This kind of humiliation, I will never forget...”

...

At the moment when the remnant soul was annihilated, within the Qian Learning State Boundary, inside the Qian Taoist Sect, an elder who was teaching disciples suddenly turned pale, feeling a sharp pain in his head.

It felt as if a wisp of soul was forcibly torn from his body.

His facial skin was slightly twisted, nearly losing its original form.

”Elder Shen” quickly covered his face with his sleeve, bowing his body as he couldn’t stop coughing, almost coughing up blood.

The disciples below were taken aback, looking at each other in confusion, not knowing what had happened.

One concerned disciple asked:

”Elder, are you okay?”

”Elder Shen” coughed a few more times, smoothing the skin on his face, then slowly raised his head.

His appearance was terrifyingly pale, like the skin of a dead man.

The entire person looked exceptionally haggard.

The disciples below were startled as they watched.

”Elder, you...”

”Elder Shen” quickly thought, his expression filled with bitterness, sighed, and slowly said:

”Recently acquired an ancient scroll of formations, extremely profound and obscure. I exhausted myself in vain without sleeping, trying to comprehend it, unknowingly overextending my divine sense and depleting my vital energy.”

After Elder Shen finished speaking, he glanced at the seated disciples, admonishing them earnestly:

”...You should also take warning, when learning formations you must do so within your means, do not force comprehension if your divine sense is insufficient, do not be hasty, proceed gradually and methodically...”

”If you are reckless and push forward aggressively, you will end up like me...”

Elder Shen coughed a few more times, his face turning even paler, ”...with divine sense damaged and the foundation harmed.”

The disciples were deeply moved, bowing their heads in salutation:

”Thank you, Elder, for your guidance; the disciples will surely remember.”

”Elder Shen” nodded in satisfaction, ”Good, let us continue with the lesson...”

”Yes.”

Elder Shen spread open the dossier, comparing it with the formation diagram on the array plate, explaining formations to the gathered disciples, his expression gradually returning to normal.

But in his heart, he was not at ease at all.

”My wisp of a remnant soul... unexpectedly perished?”

”What exactly happened within the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons...”

”Who obliterated my remnant soul?”

Elder Shen couldn’t help but slightly narrow his pupils, feeling a chill in his heart.

...

In the Demon Refining Diagram.

Mo Hua, radiant in golden light, swiftly erased a blood-red evil demon at lightning speed, and when he turned his head to look at another figure, it was already too late.

In a fleeting moment, he only caught a glimpse of a noble and elegant young master’s figure.

But before he could look closely at the specific features, it gradually blurred and completely vanished, its whereabouts unknown.

”Such a pity...”

Mo Hua gently sighed.

This blood-red evil demon suddenly charged with a fierce presence.

Momentarily caught off guard, he hadn’t thought of holding back, killing it with a single sword strike through its brain, leaving no survivors.

Thinking back now, it should have been that ”Mr. Tu.”

And as for that ”young master,” he also couldn’t capture him, allowing him to escape, and he hadn’t even seen his face clearly.

”The plan was so meticulous, actions so clandestine, indeed not easy to capture...”

Mo Hua lamented inwardly. .

”If they escaped, they escaped; there should be another opportunity later...”

Mo Hua calmed his mind, turning around, looking around the surroundings, finding it empty and unremarkable, a puzzled feeling arose in his heart:

”Mr. Tu and this young master, what exactly were they doing hiding behind this lamb horns gate?”

They made it so secretive, it must be something significant.

Even if it means dying, they must complete it.

Mo Hua slightly frowned, scrutinizing the surroundings once again, suddenly making a light ”huh” sound.

He discovered a small blank mural.

This mural, unlike the outside Demon Refining Diagram, was only person-high, completely bare, with nothing on it.

Mo Hua almost overlooked it, mistaking it for a regular ”stone wall.”

Mo Hua released his divine sense, carefully sensing it, feeling a tremor in his mind. .

”There’s a... very peculiar aura...”

Peaceful, tranquil, rich, sweet...

It seemed like a kind of aura close to the origin of a deity, making the divinity within Mo Hua’s divine thought arise with a longing restlessness.

”What is this?”

Mr. Tu and his accomplice, hiding here clandestinely, was to erase traces of this thing, not letting others...

Or was it, to not let himself discover it?

Mo Hua felt somewhat puzzled, and more curious.