The Quest for Immortality

Pixiu?

”What kind of mythical beast is this?” Mo Hua was very curious and asked Mr. Tu.

”This is...” Mr. Tu was just about to speak when he suddenly felt a pang in his heart and abruptly stopped.

He looked deeply at Mo Hua, shook his head, and said nothing more.

Although he didn’t know why, his intuition told him that he absolutely couldn’t tell Mo Hua too much.

In fact, he already regretted telling Mo Hua the word ”Pixiu.”

Better to have less trouble than more.

”Remember my words, be more restrained.” After saying this, Mr. Tu turned into a blood light and vanished in a hurry, as if he truly had urgent matters to attend to.

Only Mo Hua was left in the prison of flesh and blood.

Alone, Mo Hua patiently perused the Blood Sacrifice Formation Pivot left to him by Mr. Tu, constantly pondering and extrapolating its structure in his heart, simulating the spiritual power trajectories over and over to deepen his understanding of the pivot.

Only, being unable to put pen to paper to draw made Mo Hua feel it was somewhat lacking.

Moreover, soon Mo Hua felt bored.

Mo Hua, enduring boredom, stared at the Formation Pivot for a while, confirming that there was no cold Divine Sense secretly spying on him during this time.

Mr. Tu didn’t deceive him; it seemed he really had urgent business and was busy with his own affairs.

Only then did Mo Hua breathe a sigh of relief.

He quickly sat cross-legged, touched the tight bone circlet on his head, and couldn’t help but mutter to himself:

”Great Wilderness Sacred Object, mythical beast Pixiu, tooth and bone seal... Mr. Tu really holds me in high regard...”

”He really can bear to part with it...”

In any case, if such an item were in his own hands, he certainly wouldn’t bear to use a great tool for a small task, to seal a mere Foundation Building Cultivator.

Mo Hua shook his head.

The problem now was that this item had indeed sealed him.

If he didn’t resolve this seal, he could hardly do anything, just sit and wait to die.

Only by breaking the seal could he have the ”freedom to move” and do some little actions.

Mo Hua began attempting to break the seal.

This wasn’t his first attempt; whenever he had free time before, Mo Hua would try to crack this seal, but without exception, he failed every time.

The Divine Tao Formation involved in this sacred object was too profound, far beyond what he could ”crack” now.

Mo Hua speculated that the cultivator who refined this sacred object was possibly an extraordinary and outstanding talent in the Great Wilderness Clan back then. .

It was even quite possible that he was the ”nemesis” of the evil god, who single-handedly led his clan to suppress the evil and fallen deities.

Unfortunately, humans ultimately couldn’t contend with gods.

At least humans don’t live as long as deities.

No matter how talented a cultivator, though capable of suppressing an evil god for an era, couldn’t do so permanently.

Once such a genius fell, with no successors among the descendants, the evil god could still make a comeback.

Moreover, those the evil god couldn’t deal with, he could still manipulate other ”humans” to deal with.

Sometimes, ”humans” are the evil god’s most powerful weapon against humans.

Mr. Tu before him was an example.

This Great Wilderness Sacred Object was the same.

Originally, it was a sacred object used by humans to suppress the evil god, but it was used by the evil god’s minions to suppress himself instead.

Mo Hua felt a bit sentimental.

Then he put away these random thoughts and began wholeheartedly, focusing on cracking this Great Wilderness Sacred Object.

The Power of Sealing within this Great Wilderness Sacred Object was incredibly strong.

If Mr. Tu kept sealing him this way, Mo Hua really had no way out.

But the flaw was, Mr. Tu had, right in front of Mo Hua, ”unsealed” Mo Hua, then re-”sealed”, and then ”unsealed” and ”resealed” several times...

This provided Mo Hua with an opportunity.

The Great Wilderness Sacred Object was like a room.

Mo Hua was the ”prisoner” locked inside the room.

Originally, for this ”prisoner” to leave the room, he had to ”break the formation and tear down the walls.”

But Mr. Tu, the master, had unlocked the ”lock” several times in front of Mo Hua, which was like exposing the ”key” for ”unlocking” right before Mo Hua’s eyes.

The unlocking ”key” was a pattern of the Divine Lock Formation.

Mr. Tu did it discreetly, using blood threads to outline the pattern, hidden and sinister.

Others might not understand it, but Mo Hua, who had a foundation in Divine Tao Formation and had learned Heavenly secret Calculation, could immediately perceive the mystery within.

After Mr. Tu unsealed a few times, Mo Hua gradually deduced the ”key” pattern used by Mr. Tu to control the sacred object’s seal based on the clues he observed.

This was a Divine Lock Formation Pattern with a special sequence.

Mo Hua practiced for a long time in imitation before he could capture seventy to eighty percent of its essence.

But seventy to eighty percent was enough for ”unlocking,” at most just needing more attempts.

After that, things became relatively simpler.

Of course, this ”simplicity” was only relative to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua relied on the Taoist Stele and lots of day and night formation practice, along with a deep understanding of formations.

His Divine Thought was capable of manifesting formations in the Sea of Consciousness.

Ordinary cultivators couldn’t do this.

Other evil spirits couldn’t do it either.

Even deities born of heaven and earth, naturally endowed with divine skills, couldn’t learn formations.

Therefore, being able to replicate the ”key” from within the seal to manifest formation patterns for unlocking was something only Mo Hua, this half-human, half-god ”aberration” capable of manifesting formations in the Sea of Consciousness, could achieve.

This point truly deviated from ordinary Tao cultivation ”common sense.”

Even if Mr. Tu had a vivid imagination, he wouldn’t likely think of it.

Afterward, Mo Hua used the Divine Lock Formation Pattern as a ”key,” gradually picking the ”lock” of the White Bone Sacred Object...