The Quest for Immortality

Mo Hua was taken aback, and upon looking up, he saw the Evil Embryo standing not far away, motionless.

At the same time, black blood churned on its body, Demonic Qi intertwined, the whole body quivered slightly, as if something was in conflict.

Occasionally, a thread of golden light flashed across its face, flickering continuously.

A familiar aura, looming in and out.

Mo Hua’s pupils constricted.

”Is this... Lord Yellow Mountain’s consciousness?”

”Perhaps, it hasn’t been completely polluted?”

Seeing the golden light on the Evil Embryo’s face fading, with the red light becoming more distinct.

In a moment of realization, Mo Hua finally grasped a chance, hurriedly shouting: ”Mountain Lord, are you still alive?”

”Lord Yellow Mountain!”

This shout seemed to truly move the Evil Embryo, awakening a thread of its dormant consciousness.

The Evil Embryo’s face began to split, half black-red, half dark gold.

The dark golden side of the face slowly opened its eyes, with strands of clarity, strands of evil qi, and a heavy sense of awe.

”You...”

It seemed that it hadn’t spoken for a long time, its voice deep and torn.

This was also the first time this Evil Embryo had spoken.

”You... who are you...”

”Why... do you know... my name...”

Indeed!

Mo Hua felt a thrill in his heart.

The will of the Mountain Lord hadn’t been completely extinguished!

Mo Hua himself was a bit incredulous.

After being polluted for so many years, it could still retain a thread of consciousness, how strong must Lord Yellow Mountain have been in the past...

However, now wasn’t the time for sentimentality.

Mo Hua seemed to have grasped a lifeline, urgently saying: ”Mountain Lord, we are good friends!”

The fallen Lord Yellow Mountain stayed silent for a moment, looking at Mo Hua, his eyes full of doubt.

This little rascal before him, he simply didn’t recognize.

He was the revered deity of Guhuang Mountain, one step away from breaking through to the Fourth-grade True God Realm, how could he befriend such a little rascal?

Seeing his doubtful gaze, Mo Hua confidently said: ”It’s true!”

Lord Yellow Mountain wanted to say something more, but suddenly his head twisted, his face again showed cruelty and savagery, that thread of clarity also turned into ferocity.

His consciousness disappeared again.

The Evil Embryo gazed at Mo Hua with blood-red eyes, wielding the fallen Long Halberd, advancing towards Mo Hua again.

Mo Hua had no choice but to wield his golden sword, engaging in battle with the Evil Embryo, but at the same time, a thought gradually formed in his heart.

”I’ve found a chance!”

All things have inherent conflicts.

From the outside, no matter how invincible a foe appears, there must be internal conflict.

Conflict is the flaw.

Grasp the flaw, and you can overcome the strong with the weak, vanquishing formidable foes.

And this strong Evil Embryo at the peak of Third Grade, was made because of the Mountain Lord; if defeated, it will surely be due to Lord Yellow Mountain.

Lord Yellow Mountain is the only chance.

Mo Hua mustered all his spirit, heedless of pain, fiercely battling the Evil Embryo, although he surely couldn’t win, he seized every opportunity to gradually deplete the Evil Embryo.

Sure enough, after a while, the Evil Embryo’s aura weakened, a faint glimmer of golden light appeared briefly.

Lord Yellow Mountain’s consciousness showed signs of revival again.

Sadly, those signs only existed for a moment, and then disappeared.

Mo Hua’s eyes brightened slightly, confirming his thoughts.

The thoughts of righteousness and evil, one declines as the other rises.

As long as the Evil Embryo is continuously depleted, subjected to pressure, the flaws will gradually expose, the Evil Embryo will be gradually stripped away, and Lord Yellow Mountain’s consciousness might awaken again.

This is the only hope of defeating this formidable Evil Embryo.

Mo Hua dared not relent for even a moment, nor rest for an instant. .

Polluted and assimilated by this Evil Embryo, who knows how many years have passed, Lord Yellow Mountain’s consciousness is like a flickering candle in the wind, unsure how long it could last.

Once completely extinguished, all could be lost.

Given the vast disparity in realms, Mo Hua simply doesn’t know what else could utterly destroy this Evil Embryo.

Despite his numerous wounds, Mo Hua could only grit his teeth and circle around in combat with the Evil Embryo.

As he battled, his mouth kept moving, one sentence after another, constantly disturbing the state of the Evil Embryo’s Divine Thought.

”Mountain Lord, wake up...”

”Mountain Lord, don’t die...”

”If you die, I truly can’t win...”

”Mountain Lord!”

After reciting for so long, the Yellow Mountain Lord within the Evil Embryo seemed to still have little reaction.

Mo Hua could only think of another way, saying:

”Mountain Lord, I truly am your friend...”

”You have another ’you’, who escaped from Solitary Mountain City, hiding in a dilapidated temple on a small hill, enduring the elements.”

”The roof leaks, the walls let in the wind...”

”Drinking rainwater, eating stale buns, guarding a few feet of clay sculpted idols, fearing wolves and cultivators...”

”I have sent offerings to you, fed you meat, drunk with you...”

”You taught me the scholarly ways of the Divine Way...”

”Mountain Lord...”

...

Mo Hua continued speaking while being beaten.

This battle was long and arduous.

After a while, perhaps this miserable life of desolate mountains did affect this Lord Yellow Mountain who once reigned over Guhuang Mountain, receiving countless offerings.

Finally, the Evil Embryo stopped again, its whole body surged with evil qi, more intensely than before.

Two forces ceaselessly intertwined.

Red and gold, flickering intermittently.

Deformed flesh, flowing like serpents.

Alongside an agonized scream, mingling cruelty and rationality, the somber face of the Evil Embryo finally shone with a golden glow, exuding an air of awe.

Lord Yellow Mountain’s consciousness had temporarily gained the upper hand.

His divinity and memory slightly retraced, suppressing the ”dead embryo” of that Evil God.

With long, golden eyes silently gazing at Mo Hua, he spoke hoarsely:

”You truly... know me?”

”My... other source, is it... still alive?”

With several broken bones, bloodstains all over, Mo Hua, riddled with wounds, finally let out a long breath, nodding repeatedly:

”I know! Still alive!”

Though living miserably, indeed still alive.

The desolate mountains are also quite peaceful, without much noise and trouble.

Lord Yellow Mountain gazed deeply at Mo Hua again, indeed sensing a faint thread of causality from him.

This intrinsic sense of connection couldn’t be wrong.

The other self is truly linked with this young fellow, having some noteworthy relationship and destiny.

And...

Lord Yellow Mountain deeply looked at Mo Hua again, finding Mo Hua’s existence curiously strange.

Like a human, but far stronger than humans.

Like a deity, yet the aura isn’t pure enough, plus there’s too much humanity, and he talks too much.

Like a Demon Creature, the hidden causality harbors a near Demon Monster’s Evil Qi, bearing heavy slaughter, but is upright and magnanimous...

”Such existence, no wonder, can be ’friends’ with me...”

Lord Yellow Mountain sighed inwardly, feeling a heart of ”appreciation for talent”, saying to Mo Hua:

”The Evil God’s embryo, immortal, indestructible, cannot be killed...”

”I will, with my remaining will, borrow the Evil God’s power to release you from this nightmare, it’s the last thing I can do...”

Consider it repaying the causality between you and me...