The Quest for Immortality

These voices, like ”demonic sounds piercing the ears,” also like spring rain penetrating deeply, seeped into Dan Zhu, the young master’s heart.

Naturally, it subconsciously triggered Dan Zhu’s rejection and vigilance.

He suddenly opened his eyes, looked around, his pupils as emerald, flickering with a strange brilliance.

The night was deep, and there was nothing around.

Dan Zhu slowly sat up, frowning, the vague voice from his dream earlier still echoing in his mind:

”Tomorrow at 7:00 PM, Danyang Mountain, northwest fork, the guidance of the Divine Lord...”

”Dispel the confusion, become... the hope of the Danque Tribe...”

Dan Zhu pondered for a moment, then flicked the bell beside the table.

A clear sound rang out.

Outside the hut, the two Golden Core Elders on guard were startled, dropping their half-roasted meat, rushed into the hut, and saw Dan Zhu sitting in his clothes, urgently asked:

”Young master, what’s wrong?”

Dan Zhu’s emerald eyes looked at his two bodyguards. Just as he was about to convey the mysterious words he’d heard in his dream.

But as the words reached his lips, they stopped. Dan Zhu remained silent for a moment, then asked, ”Did you notice anything unusual outside the hut?”

The two guardian elders exchanged a glance and both shook their heads.

The burly elder confidently said, ”Young master, rest assured, with us guarding outside, not even a mosquito can fly in.”

Dan Zhu nodded slightly.

He still felt very trusting of these two elders who had been his bodyguards since childhood.

”Young master... has something happened?” the other guardian elder asked with some concern.

Dan Zhu hesitated for a moment, ultimately shook his head, ”Nothing, maybe I’ve been thinking too much, had some dreams at night, feeling a bit uneasy.”

The burly guardian frowned slightly.

The other guard, however, looked worried, ”Young master, with your noble status, you must take care of your health, it’s not good to overthink.”

Since time immemorial, deep affections never last, and extreme wisdom must hurt.

The young master is not only a heaven-sent talent, naturally compassionate, but also too thoughtful. He truly feared any unforeseen misfortunes might happen to the young master.

Dan Zhu said, ”I understand, you may go and rest now.”

The two elders, seeing this, could only lightly sigh, then clasp their hands and bid farewell.

After the elders left, Dan Zhu remained indecisive in his heart.

”Was the dream I just heard someone deceiving me?”

”Or was it really... the Divine Lord’s revelation to me?”

Dan Zhu remained silent for a long time, still unable to understand.

After Mo Hua’s ordeal, his confusion deepened, his thoughts were heavier, and he couldn’t calm his mind to sleep. He could only pick up the scroll in his hand to continue reading, then look at the map of the Danque Tribe at hand, frowning tightly.

In this way, he sat reading until daylight, as the morning sun rose, his divine sense inevitably grew a bit weary.

The cultivator’s physical blood qi is strong, even without sleep or rest, for ten days or half a month, there would be no problem with the body.

But not sleeping can cause significant consumption of divine sense.

Humans and the world are one, rise with the sun, and rest with sunset.

Daytime cultivation and sleeping at night are the ways for cultivators to restore their divine sense.

It’s also the main way for ordinary cultivators who don’t pursue the Path of Divine Sense to steady their Sea of Consciousness and replenish their divine sense.

Sleeping well stabilizes the mind.

Not sleeping well does no harm to the body, but it will cause a loss of divine sense, lower one’s spirit and leave one feeling mentally unwell.

Dan Zhu was diligent, hardworking, highly talented and thoughtful, often harboring worries, so insomnia was also common.

Especially, Mo Hua whispering to him while he slept, made his heart and mind restless.

Dan Zhu faced the morning sun, meditated for a while, as usual practicing cultivation.

The vast spiritual power merged into his meridians, eventually converging into the Golden Core in his Qi Sea, shining with the crystal light of the Golden Core Realm.

After cultivation, Dan Zhu got up and left the hut.

The two guardian elders were already waiting at the door.

One was a burly figure, draped in wolf pelts, very robust. The other looked plain and unremarkable, low-key and steady.

Dan Zhu asked, ”Where do we return to the main department today?”

The burly one said, ”From Da Feng Mountain, head north, take the Kash Ancient Road, return to the main department, report to the chieftain.”

”If we hurry, we can make it back to the Danque Main Department before the grand banquet.”

Dan Zhu subconsciously asked, ”Not going through Danyang Mountain?”

The other plain-looking guardian elder was a bit puzzled:

”Young master, we usually don’t go through Danyang Mountain...”

He further explained:

”That route, just looking at the map, seems slightly closer, but if you really go, the mountain path is too winding, and there are more Monster Beasts, taking longer instead.”

Mo Hua, eavesdropping from afar, felt his heart skip a beat upon hearing this.

Miscalculated...

The Danque Tribe was large with many mountains, Mo Hua wasn’t familiar.

He indeed only looked at the map and saw that Danyang Mountain was closest, so he guessed they would certainly pass through Danyang Mountain.

The actual situation turned out to be completely different.

The route he, this ”Divine Master,” predicted was completely wrong.

”For such a trivial matter, I should have calculated it first. Now it’s troublesome...”

Mo Hua frowned.

Not even in the direction, so now Dan Zhu might not take the route as he planned.

He also might no longer trust the guidance of himself, the Divine Master.

This little misjudgment could possibly cause a significant blow to the Divine Lord’s prestige.

”I’ll have to think of a way to remedy this later...”

But dreams can’t be sent too many times, or else there will be too many flaws.

Moreover, once Dan Zhu returns to the main camp, if he can’t infiltrate, he won’t be able to ”send dreams” again.

Mo Hua sighed inwardly.

Dan Zhu didn’t say much, just nodded.

For the entire morning after, Dan Zhu was instructing the tribe’s affairs.