The Quest for Immortality

Because the flow of time has overlapped with the present.

Everything that happened in the past has already manifested.

What happens next, however, remains unknown.

The world constructed by Divine Thought has been frozen.

But Mo Hua has not stopped deducing.

His Divine Sense is still running at full strength.

The vast Dao-transformed Divine Thought, like a golden river, surges into his imagined Divine Thought World, pushing the causality forward.

Mo Hua’s body, for a moment, emanated a profound and terrifying aura of a deity.

Chi Feng’s face changed, his chest felt a slight suffocation.

Time was still passing, Mo Hua’s aura was becoming more elusive and ethereal.

Chi Feng was shocked into silence, while the vast Divine Thought was being rapidly consumed by Heavenly Secret Calculation.

Finally, with a ”boom,” the computational power ”supply” of Divine Sense broke through a certain critical point.

In the world simulated by Divine Thought by Mo Hua, causality was no longer frozen, and time began to move forward.

The wind and clouds in the sky flowed, the grass and trees on the ground swayed.

The figures within the world also crossed the limits of ”now,” continuing with new actions.

This is a simulation, a deduction, and moreover, a higher form of calculation.

The ”people” in the Divine Thought World act according to the current causality, doing what follows.

Mo Hua finally saw the ”future.”

He saw the sunset and moonrise, craggy mountain stones, Bi Fang Tribe people appearing in unfamiliar places, then sneaking towards the Danque Tribe.

He saw Dan Zhu and Bi Jie fighting desperately.

He saw Dan Zhu covered in wounds, saw Bi Jie with a defiant smile.

He saw Danque Tribe people dying under the ambush of the Bi Fang Tribe.

He saw a poison more potent than Blood Fang Poison consuming the lives of Danque Tribe barbarian soldiers.

He saw Chi Feng also struck by a deadly poison, being restrained and consumed by another Golden Core Middle Stage of the Bi Fang Tribe, his face full of anger...

In the bloodlight, barbarian slaves fell like ants, one after another...

Then all the images abruptly halted.

The world constructed by Divine Thought began to collapse.

The threads of causality broke.

Mo Hua suddenly opened his eyes, clutched his head with his hands, his head aching as if thousands of knives were cutting his Sea of Consciousness.

His Divine Sense was exhausted.

His computational power was overdrawn.

He had carried out Heavenly Secret Calculation far beyond his capability.

Even the black light began to emerge from his forehead, and strands of deadly black Evil Qi floated around him.

Chi Feng’s pupils shook, ”Mr. Witch!”

Mo Hua glanced up at Chi Feng.

His eyes were black, indifferent, cruel.

This glance made Chi Feng, who was at Golden Core Middle Stage, feel a chill in his organs, not daring any movement.

Mo Hua quickly realized something was wrong, hurriedly closed his eyes, held his breath and focused, using the meditation taught by his master to stabilize his Sea of Consciousness, and used Taishang Emotion Cutting to discard distractions.

In his mind, he thought of his parents, master, junior brother, senior sister, and the senior friends he met since childhood, thereby stabilizing his humanity, preserving his memory.

This whole set of Divine Thought process sounds complex.

But Mo Hua had done it many times before, so it was just a matter of a few breaths, and it gradually became effective.

And the momentary exhaustion of Divine Sense, overdrawn computational power, triggered the fateful evilness, did not have the severe aftermath of murder.

It hadn’t reached the point where Evil Qi would ”lose control.”

In about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Mo Hua stabilized his mind.

His Divine Sense slightly recovered, his Sea of Consciousness gradually stabilized, the Evil Qi around him dissipated, and the blackness in his eyes retreated.

Mo Hua slowly opened his eyes.

Only then did Chi Feng look at Mo Hua with a serious expression, saying in a deep voice: ”Mr. Witch, are you alright?”

Mo Hua shook his head, ”I’m fine.”

Chi Feng looked wary, ”You just...”

Mo Hua’s heart was slightly surprised, knowing he showed signs of fateful evilness, being seen by Chi Feng. With a slight turn of the mind, he solemnly said:

”I just requested divine prophecy from the Lord of the Temple. Hoping the Lord of the Temple would tell us what to do.”

”In the process, I encountered interference from a heretical Evil Demon and fought it fiercely, almost losing my mind.”

”Fortunately, with the Lord’s protection, I eventually defeated the Evil Demon, not disappointing the Lord’s trust.”

Mo Hua spoke earnestly, eloquently explaining away his incident as a struggle against ’evil.’

Chi Feng frowned and thought, he actually felt... it made sense.

As a Shaman, who believes in deities, naturally, they would encounter disturbances from heretical Evil Demon.

Evil Demon disruption naturally leads to mental disturbance and various anomalies.

But now Mr. Witch’s gaze is clear, demeanor normal, evidently having defeated the Evil Demon, kept his true nature.

Thinking this, Chi Feng felt respected, sighed, and said:

”The path of faith is extremely dangerous, a single misstep leads to eternal damnation. Mr. Witch has a steadfast mind, no wonder he can become the Shaman Lord.”

Mo Hua nodded, agreeing deeply.

Chi Feng then said, ”But did the Lord of the Temple... give any guidance?”

”Yes,” Mo Hua sighed in relief, nodding, ”The Lord of the Temple has already given me instructions.”

Chi Feng’s eyes lit up, ”Please enlighten us, Shaman Lord.”

Mo Hua extended his fair hand, pointing to a steep cliff on the left front, decisively saying:

”Tomorrow at dawn, at the end of 2 a.m, Bi Fang Tribe will launch an ambush from here. A group of forty, led by an Initial Golden Core. This will be the vanguard.”

Then he pointed to another dense forest on the right:

”After an hour, Bi Fang Tribe will make a diversionary attack from here, launching a total assault. Bi Jie at the head, eighty people in total.”

”There will be a hundred barbarian slaves on both sides, sent to death.”