The Quest for Immortality

Mo Hua silently watched the eerie void rift inside the room, furrowing his brows.

”Is this the void transmission created by the Patriarch?”

”Or is something else playing tricks?”

”How is the Patriarch doing now...”

Mo Hua’s expression was a little grave.

Should he go in?

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

At this moment, at this juncture, there’s no need to think twice; this rift definitely has issues.

Needless to say, the cold and eerie aura emanating from the rift.

Mo Hua wasn’t even sure where this rift might lead.

He certainly couldn’t go in.

Ignoring the void rift, Mo Hua lay back on the bed and closed his eyes to rest.

Void transmission is a capability of the Heaven Void Realm; he was not at that realm and could not interfere, so he might as well leave it alone.

Beside the couch, there was no room for eerie experiences to rest undisturbed.

But that’s for ordinary people.

Mo Hua dealt with eerie matters daily; he was even accustomed to having an Evil God hanging around his neck.

The pitch-black, frigid void rift stretched across the room, radiating a dangerous aura.

Mo Hua paid no heed to it, yet moments later, he began to hear some familiar voices near his ear.

Old, firm, unyielding voices — It was Patriarch Dugu’s voice.

Patriarch Dugu was transmitting the sword to him.

And then, it seemed that Elder Master Xun was incrementally guiding his learning of the Formation.

His Junior Brothers in the same sect were calling him ”Senior Brother.”

Next, it was his parents, his childhood playmates, and the uncles and aunts from Tongxian City, talking to him.

Vaguely, Mo Hua could still hear his Senior Brother Bai Zisheng, eagerly calling him to watch the Monster Hunting play.

As well as his Senior Sister, softly calling his name...

”Mo Hua...”

Mo Hua slowly opened his eyes, his face darkened, and he looked coldly at the eerie void rift.

”Tempting me?”

”I’m really curious to see what dares to tempt me...”

Mo Hua stood up, his gaze profound, stepping towards the void rift, and, as usual, entered the rift, traversing space.

The world spun around, the black light was dim, and when he reopened his eyes, he saw a surrounding of a desolate forest strewn with broken swords and ancient graves.

This was the Sword Tomb Forbidden Land at the back of Taixu Mountain.

But it differed somewhat from the forbidden land in Mo Hua’s memories.

All around, suppressing Formations and golden chains densely sealed the entire forbidden land, and the strong Power of Sealing filled the heaven and earth.

The scenes around were flickering, both real and illusory.

Mo Hua, for a moment, couldn’t tell whether he was in a dream or reality.

At this moment, an immensely powerful and chilling Evil Demon aura emerged.

The entire forbidden land was instantly consumed by a raging black wind.

The Sealing Formation was operating at full force, emanating blinding light, and the golden chains began to tremble violently.

It seemed some ”big thing” was about to appear.

Mo Hua’s expression slightly changed as he looked towards the sound, spotting a tear high in the sky, from which a huge claw wreathed in resentful black aura extended.

Almost simultaneously, a sharp pure white sword light soared into the sky, carrying powerful Sword Intent and directly severing the Devil’s Claw.

Patriarch Dugu!

Mo Hua was shocked. Turning to look, he saw beneath the sky’s tear, Patriarch Dugu sitting in isolation before an ancient grave, with an immensely pure Sword Intent gathered at his fingertips, laden with incredibly sharp slaughter intent.

This was Mo Hua’s first time witnessing Patriarch Dugu wield his Divine Thought into sword.

It was also, so far, the most powerful killer move Mo Hua had seen, formed by a cultivator’s Divine Thought.

This astonishing Sword Intent bore oppressive power, causing Mo Hua’s skin to feel like it was stung by needles.

Mo Hua’s gaze was slightly shocked.

”This is the true... Tai Xu Divine Thought Sword Transformation...”

”It was condensed from a lifetime of effort, realized from a pinnacle-reaching Sword Dao; the most pure, unadulterated by other Laws, ultimate God-slaying Sword Forms...”

Mo Hua’s Godslaying Sword was a ”hacky” mix-match Godslaying Sword.

But the Godslaying Sword before him was one where a lifetime’s essence was honed to its utmost purity.

This was the Patriarch Dugu’s Sword of Divine Thought.

For a moment, Mo Hua felt awe.

This was a rare opportunity in a millennium...

Mo Hua subconsciously immersed all his mind into the sword light, slowly contemplating and understanding the purest, most intricate essence of the Divine Thought Sword Transformation displayed by Patriarch Dugu.

Using it to continuously iterate and refine his own God-slaying Sword Technique.

While the Devil’s Claw was severed, from the tear on the horizon came several indistinct roaring sounds, and shortly after, another claw extended.

A sword light shot to the heavens.

The Devil’s Claw was again eradicated by Patriarch Dugu.

Then there were repeated invasions by external Demon Thoughts, every one of which was obliterated by Patriarch Dugu with his powerful Divine Thought Sword Computation.

Mo Hua watched in shock, his demeanor changing suddenly, looking up.

He saw a great influx of Demonic Qi from the tear on the horizon, revealing a gigantic head.

This immense head had no face or features, devoid of five senses, a complete bone-white.

Yet upon this bone-white surface, black Evil Qi sprawled like thick ink, endlessly sketching out grimacing faces of joy, anger, sorrow, terror, ever-shifting like a painting of the floating world, depicting the myriad of human emotions.

”Is this... the Heavenly Demon?”

Hundred-faced Heavenly Demon?

Mo Hua’s pupils slightly shrunk.

Simultaneously, an astonishing sharpness emerged in Patriarch Dugu’s eyes.

”Vile creature!”

Patriarch Dugu shouted lowly, then raised both arms; both hands formed sword fingers, converging three inches above his head, the powerful Sword Intent around him swept like a storm, shaking the Sword Tomb.