The Quest for Immortality

The journey became increasingly difficult after that.

Without the scholar, without the Eight Diagrams Exorcism Plate, and without the ability to predict fortune and misfortune, the surrounding soil, mountain stones, grass, and trees all became bizarre and dangerous. No one knew whether there were evil spirits lying in ambush or pollutants lurking within them.

True Man Situ sighed in his heart.

He should have thought of it earlier. The scholar was the key to this journey and should have been more closely watched. However, he never imagined that he would be ”cut down” right at the start.

Even what exactly enticed him to fall is a mystery that confounds True Man Situ’s heart.

There are too few records about the Evil God in the ancient books of Mystery Valley.

The experience of dealing with Evil Gods is also severely lacking.

The path ahead is shrouded in fog, and all the strange laws are too unfamiliar. A single moment of inattention could lead to a grave and irreversible error.

True Man Situ sighed softly.

”Let’s take one step at a time...”

Without the scholar, they could only rely on their own telekinesis to predict fortune and misfortune.

Not just True Man Situ, all the cultivators present had to start observing on their own and calculating the dangers around them. It was the only way to be somewhat safer.

But the consumption of divine thought would also begin to intensify.

On this journey, they were all using their primordial spirits, and consuming divine thought means their power was being drained.

This might also be part of the Evil God’s sinister plot.

But at this moment, True Man Situ had no leisure to worry about all that.

Being able to arrive successfully in front of the Evil Embryo might already be considered good. Before that, completely following the plan, avoiding all dangers, and preserving power had become an unrealistic luxury.

”Don’t hold back, everyone. Give it your all.”

True Man Situ said, and then he himself took out a Red Gold Lamp, using the power of its clear light to add another layer of protection for everyone, to prevent anyone else from being tempted by unknown spawn like the scholar, with their primordial spirit being tainted.

Six Yang Red Gold Lamp.

This was the best heavenly secret treasure that True Man Situ painstakingly sought after losing the Qiankun Clear Light Lamp more than a decade ago during the upheaval in Li State City.

The Qiankun Clear Light Lamp is the sect-protecting treasure of Mystery Valley. It uses the power of Qiankun to transform into a clear light, store heavenly secrets, determine cause and effect, continue life and death, with infinite wondrous uses.

But now, it is being used to seal a certain person’s life and death cause and effect.

This is a heavenly secret that must not be leaked, or it would bring a great calamity to Mystery Valley.

This matter must not be mentioned or spoken of, and must be taken to the grave.

True Man Situ decided to just forget about it, and he wouldn’t think about the Qiankun Clear Light Lamp anymore.

But without the Qiankun Clear Light Lamp, he needed some sort of explanation, a handy treasure to ”fill in”.

The Six Yang Red Gold Lamp was the substitute treasure, borrowing the yang energy of heaven and earth to protect and repel evil.

Its wondrous uses are naturally far inferior to the Qiankun Clear Light Lamp, but under the current circumstances, it was still of great use.

The light of the golden lamp spread, the aura of Six Yang enveloped them, and everyone felt warm.

The others also no longer held back.

The Taoist bit his tongue to draw blood, smearing it on the Peach Wood Sword to activate its power to repel evil.

The monk took out prayer beads, with Sanskrit protection inscribed on them.

The white-robed female True Man, with a clean and beautiful face, summoned the Three Pure Ones Bell.

The old woman then called upon the Six Ding and Six Jia to surround and protect her.

The three brothers, sharing the same lineage with the old woman, cultivated in the arts of mystical escape techniques and, when activated, divine thought armor appeared around them, impervious to swords and spears.

In the Divine Thought Taoist sect, ”three” is a mystical number, and those fitting this pattern have some wondrous advantages.

Especially the three brothers, if bound by blood, working together, cultivating some Taoist mystical arts, could achieve twice the result with half the effort. The power of their spell points would occasionally have unpredictable miraculous changes.

Therefore, high-level experts in the Cultivation World, when taking disciples, preferred blood-related siblings.

Some Demon Path demon people refining slaves did the same, particularly favoring mystical numbers like three, five, and seven.

The last one was the large man covered in runes. He was a rare Divine Thought ”Body Refinement Master,” using the power of runes to protect his divine thought body.

The other four Heaven Void Ancestors, although they hadn’t taken action, were secretly mobilizing divine thought power to prepare for unexpected crises.

In this way, the group continued onward.

The further they went, the closer they came to the depths of the Barbaric Wilderness Abyssal Swamp and the birthplace of the Evil God, where the black aura grew thicker, the evil thoughts deepened.

The environment along the way became more and more hostile.

The evil spirits lurking with stealth attacks grew stronger.

However, fortunately, with everyone’s concerted effort, most crises were passed without incident.

The evil spirits blocking the way were also slain.

It seemed relatively smooth, but True Man Situ’s expression grew increasingly grave.

The Feathered Immortals gathered at the Qianxue State Boundary, masters of the Divine Thought Technique, were all top-class Divine Way experts outside, capable of suppressing a region and exterminating all evil spirits, ghosts, and monsters.

The other four Heaven Void Ancestors, although somewhat weaker in divine thought techniques, had sufficiently powerful divine thought.

This group, if not holding back and exerting all their divine thought techniques, and going all out, was actually extremely formidable.

The majority of the evil spirits were no match for them at all.

But, True Man Situ knew, this journey was by no means that simple. He had lived a long life, rich in divine thought experience, aware of the deep-seated hidden dangers, and knew the more they killed, the weaker they became.

The divine thought of cultivators is like that, very vulnerable to depletion.

This is the Evil God’s nightmare; they were all operating with out-of-body primordial spirits, and using telekinesis dissipated it, impossible to replenish or recover.

Once exhausted, when telekinesis is depleted, they would be waiting for death.

Moreover, primordial spirits fear ”pollution”.