The Quest for Immortality

His focus was so intense that it bordered on madness, and even Bachuan found it terrifying to watch.

However, he didn’t dare disturb Mo Hua, fearing that his sudden intrusion might disrupt the communication between the Shaman and the Divine Lord, ruining the Shaman’s grand plan to combat the Heavenly Calamity.

Just as Bachuan was anxious and uncertain about what to do,

Mo Hua suddenly closed his eyes and collapsed to the ground.

Bachuan was startled, his heart nearly leaping out of his throat.

If anything happened to the Shaman, he would be hard-pressed to atone even with a thousand deaths.

Bachuan immediately stepped forward, gently and respectfully helping Mo Hua up, checking his breath, and feeling his pulse, which allowed him to slowly breathe a sigh of relief.

”It’s nothing... he’s just fainted from hunger.”

Bachuan was at a loss for words, but at the same time, he was deeply shocked.

A cultivator who could starve himself into fainting—how long had he gone without eating, or how long had he been so intensely focused...?

Bachuan sighed.

He supported Mo Hua, bringing him to the tent, fetching some pills and meat soup to feed him before diligently attending to his needs.

Mo Hua’s complexion improved noticeably, but he still hadn’t woken up.

It wasn’t just hunger that had caused him to faint—his divine sense had been overexerted—but his understanding of the laws had placed him in a mystical state of ”flow,” allowing his divine sense to function for a long time even while being ”depleted.”

This comprehension of the laws allowed Mo Hua to achieve the ultimate focus.

The fateful evilness was even suppressed, not daring to backlash.

As a result, Mo Hua slept soundly for a full day and night.

Upon waking, Mo Hua’s mind was momentarily blank, as if he couldn’t remember anything, and the world seemed white and empty.

In the void, only the faint power of the laws flowed gently.

For a brief moment, Mo Hua had the illusion that he was no longer human but an invisible vessel of the Dao, and his sea of consciousness had become a Taoist field for the laws to gestate.

Mo Hua was taken aback, breaking out in a cold sweat.

He hurriedly tried to recall who he was, but his mind was still a blank slate, as if ”short-circuited,” with nothing coming to mind.

Fortunately, this danger was not something he was encountering for the first time.

Practicing Taishang Emotion Cutting and being backlashed by fateful evilness often resulted in similar side effects.

Mo Hua’s mood gradually relaxed, comforting himself with thoughts like ”Even if I’m not a person, it’s nothing to worry about,” ”The most important thing is a peaceful mind,” ”Don’t be tense,” ”Calmness brings peace”...

Sure enough, after a moment, Mo Hua’s heart settled.

A calm heart brings peace, and a peaceful mind leads to tranquility, which then leads to harmony.

Gradually, all his memories slowly ”resurfaced” from within Mo Hua’s heart image.

Mo Hua also remembered who he was, remembered his parents, master, senior sister, junior brother, the mentors and fellow disciples at the Taixu Gate... and so on.

Once all his memories returned, Mo Hua took a deep breath.

At the same time, he began to reflect, slowly realizing after a long while that he had become excessively engrossed in a deep comprehension of the Dao Laws, almost to the point of being assimilated by the Dao and losing his human essence.

Ordinary people would naturally not encounter such situations.

Ultimately, it was because Mo Hua had been too ”excessive” in his obsession.

And soon, Mo Hua roughly realized why he had gone overboard.

Because others usually rely on ”chance” and ”inspiration” to comprehend the laws.

Previously, Mo Hua was the same, occasionally having an epiphany, with slightly longer periods, which was not a big deal.

But now, he was in complete ”control” of his comprehension.

He painted formations himself, evolved the laws, then created conflicts between the laws and interpreted them himself.

One comprehension wasn’t enough—he kept painting, kept comprehending, tirelessly working day and night until his mind was full of ”laws.”

Naturally, the Great Dao wouldn’t indulge him.

He was nearly directly ”assimilated,” nearly turned into a vessel for the laws, barred from being a person again.

Fortunately, Mo Hua had a weak constitution from a young age and fainted from hunger first.

And also lucky that his ”heart cultivation” was at a high enough level to pull him back to his ”humanity” in time.

Otherwise, who knows what would have happened?

Thinking of this, Mo Hua broke out in a cold sweat.

It’s no wonder people say that excessive wisdom leads to harm.

Having too high of an aptitude, being too smart can sometimes be a disadvantage, leading to unforeseen dangers that threaten one’s life.

But then, Mo Hua felt a hint of anger.

His master said, ”Man fears fame like pigs fear being fattened up, a tree standing out in the woods will be destroyed by the wind,” which indeed was true.

Being too outstanding causes others to hold grudges.

But those are grudges from ”people!”

Not to the extent of being targeted by the ”Heavenly Dao” like this, right?!

Mo Hua couldn’t even bother listing them one by one...

When he was establishing his foundation, originally according to plan, his divine sense should have ”doubled.”

At least at Foundation Establishment, his divine sense should have had eighteen or nineteen patterns.

But it was suppressed by the Heavenly Dao.

His divine sense realm rose and was forcibly pressed back down.

Later, when he was establishing his foundation, his divine sense was too strong and was targeted by the Heavenly Dao again.

A seal was placed on his sea of consciousness, forcibly sealing his divine sense, preventing a breakthrough for a long time.

And now furthermore...

He just comprehended a little bit of the laws, and the petty Heavenly Dao started acting up again.

This time even more audaciously, almost turning him into a ”vessel.”

If not for his profound divine sense attainments, he nearly lost his humanity.

Thinking about it, Mo Hua felt so aggrieved his teeth hurt.

But after fuming for a while, he let out a sigh.

The Heavenly Dao targets him, but as a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, besides ”swallowing his anger,” what else can he do?

Furthermore, the Heavenly Dao is just a collective term for the Dao of Heaven and Earth, the will of all laws combined, not a specific person, and it’s not worth it to be angry with the Heavenly Dao.

Mo Hua self-consoled for a while, and only then did he feel slightly better.

He told himself to be magnanimous and not hold a grudge against the ”Heavenly Dao’s” mistakes.

But now with this being the case...

Should he continue deconstructing and reconstructing the formation?

Should he go on comprehending the Taotie Law?

Should he continue observing the laws’ cycle of creation and destruction?

If he got careless while comprehending, and the Heavenly Dao ”brainwashed” him again, turning him into a vessel for the laws, what then?

Mo Hua’s expression turned somewhat serious.

To him, this was an extremely grave issue.

After pondering for a while, he felt that the path of seeking Dao requires relentless forward movement, favoring the bold while leaving the timid hungry.

You can’t just stop because the Heavenly Dao tricked you once.

His comprehension of the laws shouldn’t be wrong either.

It’s merely a ”quantity” issue.

Perhaps his self-analysis, self-construction, self-control, and self-comprehension process was slightly overdone, exceeding the limit of the Heavenly Dao.

In that case, just a bit of regulation should suffice.

As long as it’s not overdone, it shouldn’t draw the attention of the Heavenly Dao.

Mo Hua nodded.

Of course, this is his own ”wishful thinking,” whether he will be ”sanctioned” depends on how the Heavenly Dao ”judges” him.

Feeling somewhat better physically and mentally refreshed, Mo Hua set off once again for the frontline of the famine.

Bachuan wanted to stop him but didn’t dare, so he followed behind Mo Hua with a worried expression.

Mo Hua arrived at the frontline, hesitated for a moment, then cautiously began to repeat his previous method.

He painted the formation again to reconstruct the Ultimate Formation, channeling the laws of ”life” to counter the Taotie’s power, experiencing the confrontation process, and analyzing the core of the Taotie’s power.

This process was too profound and too mysterious, with the various changes of the laws being captivating.

Mo Hua quickly became ”engrossed” in it again.

About two hours later, the sound of the goldstone ringing suddenly erupted.

This was the ”sundial” Mo Hua had set, reminding him that it was about time to stop looking.

Mo Hua snapped out of it, reluctantly rising to his feet, taking a walk around to stretch his legs, waiting for his divine sense to be replenished before continuing to observe formations and comprehend laws.

In this way, he observed bit by bit, and whenever the situation seemed unfavorable, he withdrew immediately.

Using this method to probe the Heavenly Dao’s ”sanction” attitude.

Mo Hua always had a premonition that with his ”nature,” he might frequently face ”sanction” from the Heavenly Dao in the future.

If that’s the case, he needs to adapt in advance to coexisting with the ”Heavenly Dao.”

Flexibly grasping the ”penalty” of the Heavenly Dao, learning to navigate along the edge of the Heavenly Dao’s ”sanction.”