The Quest for Immortality

The Evil God of the Sishen Tribe was a newly born Evil God, one that had been forced into corruption, so dealing with it wasn’t all that difficult.

In the Sea of Consciousness, Mo Hua summoned the Taoist Stele, and with the scarlet Annihilation Tribulation Thunder, wiped out the will of the Bone-slaying Evil God.

Although his Divine Sense was already very strong now, with a deep degree of Dao-ization, and the Godslaying Sword he unleashed was extremely sharp—enough, when used with full strength, to shatter the Divine Body of an ordinary Evil God—he had still not reached the point where he could completely erase an Evil God’s will.

Using tribulation thunder to dispel the poison was safer, more reassuring, and left no future worries.

No need to fear that someone had planted some evil ”seed” inside his own Divine Thought.

Once the poison was cleared, that furious and unwilling intent of the Bone-slaying Evil God completely vanished.

What remained was pure Divine Thought, and a bit of faint silver Divine Marrow.

Mo Hua felt a bit of regret.

Silver was much inferior to gold.

This wasn’t High Grade Divine Marrow; it was far beneath that of the Master of the Great Wilderness, and even some of the Master of the Great Wilderness’s more powerful divine remains.

Still, thinking about it, that wasn’t surprising.

Before its corruption, the Bone-slaying Evil God had probably only been an ordinary Third Grade Barbarian God, at most somewhat stronger than other Barbarian Gods. To actually condense a divine persona and possess silver Divine Marrow was already a pleasant surprise.

Whatever the Grade, Divine Marrow was always good stuff.

Mo Hua then drew all of the faint silver Divine Marrow into his belly, and even the remaining traces he licked clean, not wasting a single drop.

After licking it clean, Mo Hua smacked his lips, savoring the taste for a moment.

After all, it had been a long time since he’d eaten Divine Marrow.

Of course, faint silver Divine Marrow didn’t have much flavor for the current Mo Hua; it could only symbolically satisfy a craving.

After eating the Divine Marrow, Mo Hua began on the ”main course.”

After all, though Divine Marrow was good, it was a ”luxury item.”

And with Core Formation imminent, Mo Hua’s belly was very hungry; what he actually lacked was ”large-volume, filling” clean Telekinesis.

In his Divine Thought state, Mo Hua opened his small mouth wide.

The Bone-slaying Evil God’s Telekinesis poured in like rivers reversing their course and storm winds sweeping away the remnants of clouds, all of it being drawn into his mouth.

Mo Hua immediately sat down to refine.

As the clean Telekinesis was absorbed bit by bit by Mo Hua, his Divine Sense also began to strengthen, bit by bit.

His Divine Sense Realm, from the twenty-three patterns of the Initial Golden Core realm, slowly advanced toward the twenty-four patterns of the Golden Core Middle Stage.

For the current Mo Hua, any increase in Divine Sense was extremely difficult.

Even if he practiced Ultimate Formations every day, the tempering effect on his Divine Sense was already negligible.

But devouring an Evil God’s Divine Sense—within just a short span of time—made Mo Hua’s Divine Sense noticeably grow.

This made Mo Hua have to sigh: no wonder Evil Cultivitors and Demon Cultivators want Blood Sucking, spirit sucking, flesh eating, and Replenishing from others.

Anything you cultivate step by step yourself is extremely slow, but if you seize it from others, it’s extremely fast.

Right now, although he wasn’t robbing ”people,” what he was robbing were Evil Spirits and Evil Gods; yet in the end, it seemed he was still ”borrowing external things,” seizing external Divine Thought.

Before this, Mo Hua had relied on his own Formation Painting, tempering his Sea of Consciousness, strengthening his Divine Thought, and that had felt much more solid in his heart.

If he continued like this, relying on eating Evil Gods and Evil Spirits to increase Telekinesis, who knew whether his foundation would end up problematic.

Would it leave behind some other unfathomable hidden danger...

Mo Hua’s gaze grew a bit heavy, but under the current circumstances, he had no choice.

If he wanted to grow stronger, to raise his Divine Sense, whether he liked it or not, he had to eat.

As the Telekinesis was refined, Mo Hua’s Divine Thought grew stronger, and his Divine Sense Realm continued to climb.

In the end, when his twenty-three patterns were nearing the Late Stage, the Bone-slaying Evil God’s Telekinesis was completely digested.

The growth of Mo Hua’s Divine Sense stopped at a ”middle-late” level of twenty-three patterns.

Under normal circumstances, the Divine Sense Realm didn’t have such fine subdivisions.

Twenty-three patterns were twenty-three patterns, and twenty-four patterns were twenty-four patterns; they weren’t split into Early, Middle, and Late Stages.

But Mo Hua was different. His Divine Sense Realm surpassed that of ordinary cultivators by far, and the difficulty of advancing was beyond imagination.

Especially later on, every single pattern was extremely hard to gain, requiring enormous effort.

Therefore, he had no choice but to further subdivide his own progression in Divine Sense patterns, carving out some smaller tiers to measure the level of his Divine Thought and to anchor the strength of his Divine Sense.

For example, categories like Early Stage, Middle Stage, Late Stage, and Peak.

Early Stage was the Divine Sense Realm of just entering that particular pattern.

Peak meant being just a step away from breaking into the next pattern.

By his current self-perception, Mo Hua judged his present Divine Sense Realm to lie roughly between the Middle Stage and Late Stage of the twenty-three patterns.

Above Middle Stage, but not yet full Late Stage.

This rate of progress somewhat exceeded his expectations.

Just one Third Grade Evil God had directly raised his Divine Sense from the early twenty-three patterns to the middle-late stage.

This meant that, if his luck held and he ate a few more, it was truly possible that within a short time he could break into the twenty-four patterns Realm.

Once that happened, he could genuinely begin to mold his Wooden White Gold Jade Bone, refine his Lifebound Taotie Formation, break through Core Formation, and become a Golden Core Cultivator.

Step by step, through so many perils, this once somewhat distant goal was finally starting to feel ”within reach” to Mo Hua.

But immediately after, Mo Hua let out another sigh.

A single Evil God’s Telekinesis had only raised him from early to middle-late twenty-three patterns.

It hadn’t even been enough to gain a full pattern.

The gap for his Divine Sense Proving the Dao was truly exaggerated.

Granted, this Evil God itself wasn’t one of the particularly powerful ones, and after refining and detoxifying, the Telekinesis that remained wasn’t all that much.