The Quest for Immortality

In the blink of an eye, the sword flashed, and something’s head fell to the ground.

Iron Skill Bone didn’t know what this ”thing” was exactly.

But he was certain in his heart that this thing, which could have its head chopped off with one sword, could definitely not be the Barbarian God.

The reason the Barbarian God is called the Barbarian God is naturally because of its grand divine power, mighty and immortal.

If its head was cut off with one sword, how could it be the Barbarian God?

Is there anything in this world that could cut off the head of the Barbarian God with one sword?

Iron Skill Bone found it laughable himself.

But even as he thought this, his body still trembled, head lowered, eyes tightly shut, not daring to lift his head.

He was having a nightmare.

In reality, he is the leader of the Skill Bone, a respected Golden Core.

But in this mysterious dreamland, within the Divine Way, he is just a weak and pitiful ”Golden Core.”

Moments later, a sensation of heat spread around, seemingly someone was using Divine Skills, manifesting a sea of fire, burning something.

Then, Iron Skill Bone heard the sound of ”inhaling.”

It seemed like the overwhelming telekinesis was being fully absorbed into the mouth of a terrifying ”monster.”

Even this inhalation seemed to want to ”suck” his Divine Soul away as well.

Fear gripped Iron Skill Bone’s heart, he curled up into a ball, wishing he could bury himself in the ground.

Fortunately, this fear did not last long.

The master of the dreamland died, was ”eaten,” and the dreamland also collapsed.

Everything began to blur, the scenery began to twist, like a vortex of reality, causing a tear in the mind.

Once he reopened his eyes, he was still in that grand hall, the offerings were dull and dark.

Iron Skill Bone turned his head to look at Mo Hua, only to see Mo Hua’s face filled with excitement and satisfaction, despite being fair and handsome, he had a fierce light, as if wearing a harmless ”human skin” of a ”present-day Fierce God.”

Iron Skill Bone instinctively shivered.

Mo Hua also looked at Iron Skill Bone.

But after a few breaths, all the fierceness and wickedness on his face was entirely retracted, again becoming elegantly picturesque, gentle and divine.

This transformation made Iron Skill Bone even more terrified, he hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua said nothing.

Iron Skill Bone dared not speak either.

He only felt the air in the hall, cold as if solidified, each moment a torment.

Finally, after who knows how long, Iron Skill Bone heard a clear youthful voice:

”You did well, you may leave now.”

Iron Skill Bone felt as if granted amnesty, his voice slightly trembling, ”Yes, yes... Shaman lord.”

Iron Skill Bone bowed and retreated.

Mo Hua silently watched Iron Skill Bone’s silhouette, until Iron Skill Bone’s silhouette disappeared in the hall, but suddenly frowned.

A subtle sense of discord suddenly arose in his heart.

He felt as if he had overlooked something.

But this feeling vanished as quickly as it came, Mo Hua didn’t understand why he felt this discord.

Moreover, why would this discord come from Iron Skill Bone?

”Could it be that I tormented Iron Skill Bone too harshly, so I felt guilty?”

”It can’t be...”

Mo Hua shook his head, no longer thinking about it.

Of course, he didn’t have the leisure to ponder either, he had more pressing matters to attend to.

Mo Hua immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, his Divine Sense submerged into the Sea of Consciousness, summoning the Taoist Stele, utilizing Tribulation Thunder Pattern, he obliterated the Barbarian God’s will, expertly ”detoxifying” it.

This Barbarian God of the Skill Bone department had not actually ”Evil God-ized.”

However, for safety, Mo Hua still used Tribulation Thunder to wipe it out, to avoid any unknown ”trick.”

Learn from failures.

Ever since he suffered a major setback at Uncle’s hands, Mo Hua is now increasingly cautious about matters of Divine Thought and karma.

Better to wrongly kill ten thousand than let one slip through.

Then Mo Hua opened his mouth wide, a big ”gulp,” swallowing all the refined pure mental power.

As soon as the Barbarian God of the Skill Bone department was devoured and gradually digested by Mo Hua, he suddenly recalled:

”What did the Barbarian God I just ate look like?”

He carefully reminisced, there seemed to be a Niu’s head, quite scary, and armor made of White Bone.

But it died in one face-off, and then was ”burned,” now refined into smoke, Mo Hua forgot what it looked like.

Mo Hua frowned, then shook his head.

”Never mind, it’s already ’eaten,’ what it looks like doesn’t matter now.”

”No need to be picky about the appearance of what’s eaten...”

”As long as it can nourish the Divine Sense!”

Mo Hua continued concentrating on refining.

The Barbarian God’s mental power was gradually absorbed by him, and it strengthened his Divine Soul, while his Divine Sense kept advancing at the brink of the twenty-two patterns peak.

On Mo Hua’s Divine Thought avatar, the aura surged incessantly.

This power in the Divine Way, like the deity, is extremely abundant and profound.

Unfortunately, after a long time, the bottleneck still wasn’t broken.

His Divine Thought Realm remained at the top of the twenty-two patterns boundary, just more refined than before.

Mo Hua slowly exhaled, opened his eyes, his clear gaze showing no discouragement, instead growing brighter.

This was expected.

For a Barbarian God not yet tainted into a ”Half-Evil God,” it’s just a large-sized ”evil spirit,” only after having consumed incense, the nourishing effect is better.

Such a Barbarian God evidently couldn’t help him break through the twenty-two patterns Divine Sense bottleneck.

But Mo Hua could feel that his Divine Sense had indeed strengthened considerably.

Even the bottleneck showed obvious signs of loosening.