The Quest for Immortality

Everything about him was given to him by the ”deity” on him.

The deity granted him talent, granted him understanding, and also granted him powerful Divine Sense.

It was precisely because of this Divine Sense borrowed from the deity that he could be powerful enough to reach Super Rank, achieve the Foundation Building Middle Stage cultivation, defeat a group of Formation geniuses, and with an almost impossible ”monster” posture, win the title of Qianxue Array Dao Leader.

All his Taoist Skill, movement technique, and Formations also depend completely on Divine Sense, relying on the deity on him.

In this vicious Great Wilderness Prison, where all evils do not invade, he can sleep peacefully, also because he is protected by the deity, fearless.

It’s astonishing that in this world, there is someone who can receive such divine favor, making Mr. Tu even green with envy.

But that’s all there is to it.

Just like him, the reason this kid has everything now is all because of ”divine blessing.”

With divine blessing, he is Qianxue’s Genius, the Formation Leader.

Without divine blessing, he could only reveal his true self, being that Loose Cultivator from a poor little place, with poor Spiritual Root, weak flesh, apart from some handsome looks, he is otherwise useless.

And Mo Hua, just as Mr. Tu predicted, his Sea of Consciousness was sealed, communication with the ”deity” was cut off, losing support, he looked frightened and uneasy, without a trace of calm.

Mr. Tu’s face showed nothing, but holding Mo Hua in his grip gave him much satisfaction.

With the Great Wilderness’s holy object sealing Divine Sense, this way he could also be more at ease.

”You follow me, I’ll take you somewhere...”

Mr. Tu said to Mo Hua, extended a pale finger, flashed a blood Pattern, opened the prison’s door, then turned and left.

Mo Hua’s face turned pale, hesitated for a moment, finally sighed helplessly and followed Mr. Tu.

Leaving the Great Wilderness Prison, along the steps, all the way into the Evil God’s Divine Temple, continuing forward.

Along the way, Mo Hua was still unwilling to give up, asking softly:

”Mr. Tu, what exactly did you place on me?”

”What is this White Bone Tight Hoop for?”

”Where are you taking me?”

But Mr. Tu’s slender body, like a Demon Monster, kept moving forward without speaking.

Mo Hua could only wisely shut his mouth, then sighed again in resignation.

He was like a deflated balloon, unable to be arrogant anymore.

Just like that, the two kept moving forward, passing through various bones and wood beams, Demon Monster reliefs, stepping up the cold and stern steps, going higher, the surroundings getting colder, the Divine Temple in their eyes growing more magnificent, the Evil God statue increasingly grand and sinister, while the various Demon Monster Evil Cultivators beneath the temple grew more insignificant like ants...

Finally, Mo Hua, following Mr. Tu, arrived at a large hall at the top of the temple.

The hall stood tall and stern, the doors tightly closed.

Above the door, a huge White Bone sheep’s head, eyes hollow, looked down at the tiny Mo Hua.

Mo Hua only glanced lightly at the sheep’s head, but the Mr. Tu in front of him was extraordinarily respectful.

He first bowed to the White Bone sheep’s head, muttering something, then reached out and pushed open the door.

The huge door slowly opened.

The chilling wind gusted, a strong pungent smell of blood flowed out from within the hall, accompanied by loud and chaotic struggling sounds and roars.

Mo Hua raised his eyes, his pupils slightly trembling.

Inside this hall, there were unexpectedly many people sitting, densely packed, and all without exception, were highly cultivated, shrouded in blood light, filled with Demonic Qi Demon Heads, cultivation at least above the Golden Core.

A long-unheard term suddenly popped into Mo Hua’s mind:

Ten Thousand Demons Gathering.

Mo Hua’s eyes slightly narrowed.

”This is actually... Ten Thousand Demons Gathering...”

In the rules of the Demon Path actions, the large assembly where numerous highly cultivated, murderess Demon Heads gather to meet for a certain purpose is called a ”Ten Thousand Demons Gathering.”

The Ten Thousand Demons Gathering holds heavy significance, now with the decline of the Demon Path, without something incredibly significant, it’s impossible to gather such a large number of Demon Cultivators.

And this Ten Thousand Demons Gathering, Mo Hua had participated in it once before.

The Dali Mountain State boundary, outside Li State City, at Dry Wood Cliff, in the Demon Palace suspended in the Illusion Array.

His uncle Gui Tao’s people once led him to partake in a discussion on how to besiege his master at a ”Ten Thousand Demons Gathering.”

Unexpectedly now, this Mr. Tu actually brought him to this Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation, the ”Ten Thousand Demons Gathering” full of Demon Heads...

The scene was very familiar.

Mo Hua suddenly felt a sensation of time passing as if in another world.

Only now, the uncle is not here, only he is left alone.