The Quest for Immortality

Chapter 1062 -669: Devouring God

Chapter 1062 -669: Devouring God

The leader in black had his chest punctured and slowly knelt to the ground.

Mo Hua casually tossed two fireballs, exploding on the leader in black, checking the “corpse” to ensure he really couldn’t move.

Then he used his Divine Sense to glimpse into the leader’s vital energy, confirming that his corpse’s Spiritual Power was stagnant, his breath had ceased, and he truly was dead.

”Such a hassle

Mo Hua sighed deeply.

Relying solely on himself to kill a Demon Cultivator at the Foundation Building Middle Stage was simply exhausting.

It required Calculation, ambushes.

Deception, surprise attacks.

Formation, Forbidden Techniques were all necessary.

Only then could he barely manage to kill him.

Throughout, it was like walking on thin ice, without the slightest mistake allowed, otherwise, given his frail stature, one slip could let this wicked man in black find a flaw, and it would likely be more misfortune than fortune.

It was too difficult…

But fortunately, he finally had killed him.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

The valley was sealed, desolate and quiet, completely uninhabited.

This was the burial site Mo Hua specifically chose for the leader in black, hidden from the public eye, with no one aware.

Now that the leader in black was dead, Mo Hua thought about searching his body to see if there were any clues or other valuable items.

But just as he focused his eyes, Mo Hua couldn’t help but freeze, his expression slightly changing.

This leader in black, though dead, didn’t erode from Demonic Qi like other human traffickers, his flesh rotting and dissolving into a puddle of black water.

His flesh was still intact.

Mo Hua sensed something was wrong and retreated cautiously two steps back.

But in an instant, a foul wind abruptly rose.

Mo Hua felt something suddenly approach him, yet there clearly was nothing in front.

He frowned, then with deep gaze and fluctuating patterns, he used Heavenly Secret Calculation to peer into the truth hidden within the Void.

In the moment Heavenly Secret opened his eyes, Mo Hua’s pupils shrank.

Before him, when no one knew how, suddenly appeared an eerie eye.

This sinister eye, just tightly pressed against his face, only millimeters away.

Mo Hua could clearly see the protruding blood veins in the evil eye, the bloody eye socket, pale red tentacles wrapping around, and the eyes swirling with rage, coldness, and other “non-human” emotions…

Mo Hua was startled by this “ugly eye,” his expression panicking, hurriedly retreating.

But the evil eye was faster.

In a flash, the tentacles above the evil eye bloomed like a nest of sin, densely covering and sticking to Mo Hua.

At the same time, the abnormal evil eye desperately burrowed towards Mo Hua’s tender forehead.

It had to.

Its original host had died, lost its vitality; it had to seek a new host, parasitizing in living flesh.

And in this deserted valley, enclosed on all sides, the only “living” person was Mo Hua.

It had no other choice.

Despite its confusion, bafflement, anger, apprehension, and an unknown kind of “fear” towards Mo Hua,

In front of God Destruction and obliterated Dao, it had to use Mo Hua as the new fleshly womb.

Mo Hua seemed to be controlled by the evil eye’s tendrils, losing the ability to resist, allowing the blood-colored Evil Thoughts to erode him.

The evil eye’s plan was gradually succeeding.

Evil Thoughts transformed into meaty tendrils, securely binding Mo Hua’s body.

On top of the evil eye, the bloody flesh began to peel away, transforming into a pale gold, defiant and majestic eye, slowly drilling into Mo Hua’s forehead, breaking into the Sea of Consciousness, entering into Mo Hua’s Divine Sense.

Mo Hua’s Sea of Consciousness was unexpectedly resilient.

Therefore, breaking into the Sea of Consciousness took a significantly long time.

Having entered Mo Hua’s Sea of Consciousness, the pale-gold evil eye started to distort, reaggregating flesh.

Crimson blood swirled backward, converging upon the evil eye, gradually solidifying, cultivating various decayed fleshes, forming grotesque bloodied remains, finally assembling into a large, misshapen fleshly Demon Monster.

On the Demon Monster’s head, there were ferocious sheep horns.

Its forehead bore a pale gold eye.

The gold evil eye flashed; the giant Demon Monster’s bloodied body trembled, and then opened its two bloody Demon Monster eyes, looking down from a height at the human’s Sea of Consciousness before it.

Though its lifespan was long, its prestigiousness exceptional, having parasitized countless “servants,” tasted numerous “sacrifices,” it was still astonished by the Sea of Consciousness before it.

Such pure Divine Sense!

And so dense, so rich.

Having such a perfect Divine Sense, this human brat was too valuable to simply be a “sacrifice.”

If not for his inherently, poor Bloodline, he could even be considered as a vessel for the Divine Fetus.

However…

The Sheep-Horned Demon Monster’s gaze darkened slightly, puzzled.

”Why…do I feel apprehension, even fear?”

”Why do I feel a murderous intent as if facing a formidable enemy of life and death?”

”It’s merely a human, a stray cur under the Great Dao of deity

”Why do I feel fear?”

”What exactly am I afraid of?”

The Sheep-Horned Demon Monster’s bloodstained gaze swept around, but it didn’t find anything suspicious.

The gold evil eye on its forehead emitted a regal pale gold light, yet even this light revealed nothing unusual.

The Sheep-Horned Demon Monster found this rather odd.

But on further thought, it seemed normal.

No matter how profound a Cultivator’s cultivation, how exalted their status, they were, after all, just human.

Stripping away worldly gains and their outward husk, the Divine Thoughts within people, either crude and unbearable, or filthy and depraved, or shallow and frail.

Outwardly splendid, inwardly rotten.

Strong in cultivation, weak in intention.

Such Cultivators were everywhere.