The Quest for Immortality

”The human eye is the window to Divine Thought.”

”Conversely, the flaw in a cultivator’s Divine Sense also lies in the eyes.”

”Some ghosts and specters like to hook the divine soul, or use demonic sounds to confuse the ear, or enticing fragrances to lure the nose, but the most indefensible tactic is the appearance in the eyes.”

”There are some ghosts and specters, just one glance and your soul is hooked away.”

Mo Hua suddenly realized, ”So that’s how it is...”

He silently took note, deciding to try it out back home, to see if he could train his eyes to emit sword light.

If he could emit sword light, he wouldn’t even need the ”sword”.

Mo Hua wanted to ask more about the matter of Divine Thought into sword.

Yet no matter how he ”pressed” Lord Yellow Mountain to recall those unbearable past memories, he couldn’t get any more clues.

Lord Yellow Mountain looked pitiful.

Mo Hua couldn’t bear to force him further, so he asked another question:

”Mountain Lord, the path the deities walk, what is it exactly?”

Deities are born with the Dao, although they are long-lived, they cannot live forever.

Since they cannot live forever, certainly they must attain the Dao and ask the immortal, to truly live as long as heaven and earth.

So in this way, deities also have to cultivate ”Dao”?

”What ’Dao’ do deities cultivate?”

”Is it the Dao of Divine Thought advancement, constantly undergoing quality change?”

Lord Yellow Mountain said: ”I am not clear about the cultivators’ viewpoint, but according to the deities’ inheritance, the so-called quality change of Divine Thought refers to the progress of Divine Thought, constantly ’merging with Dao’, which is referred to as... ’Dao Hua’.”

Dao Hua?!

Mo Hua’s expression shook.

He suddenly recalled, that when he absorbed the Divine Marrow, and fused divine nature with human nature, it seemed he received some kind of ”illumination” from the mystic, and in his mind, a word naturally emerged as if by instinct:

”Divine Thought Taoism!”

These four words seemed to be engraved in the ”Divine Marrow” and as the understanding of Great Dao deepened, naturally appeared.

As if it were a kind of...

Deity’s inheritance?

And not only that...

Mo Hua vaguely recalled that a long time ago, in a desolate mountain, he had tricked and killed a black-clothed trafficker leader.

On this leader was a parasitic sheep-horned demon monster related to the Great Wilderness Evil God.

This demon monster seemed to possess a Divine Remains and it seemed to have spoken to him:

”... You have the foundation of Divine Thought Taoism, but why is your Divine Marrow so thin?”

”Why is there no sign of ’ritual offering’?”

”Why is human nature abundant, while divinity is minuscule?”

”This is impossible...”

Back then, when he heard these words, he knew very little about the path of deities and none of these terms made any sense to him, so he didn’t pay attention.

But now as he connected everything, Mo Hua began to understand...

The so-called path of deities was the process of turning their Divine Thought into ”Dao Hua”?

And he, unknowingly, had Dao Hua-ed his own Divine Sense? .

Mo Hua furrowed his brow, murmuring:

”... Divine Sense Sublimation?”

Lord Yellow Mountain heard and shook his head to correct, ”Not ’Divine Sense’ sublimation, but ’Divine Thought’ Taoism.”

Mo Hua was startled, somewhat confused, ”Is there a difference?”

Lord Yellow Mountain said: ”Cultivators’ Divine Sense is called ’Divine Sense’, but all other Telekinesis within the timeline is called ’Divine Thought’, and among the various Divine Thoughts, those of deities are supreme.”

”Only the Divine Thought of a deity can undergo ’Dao Hua’, which is why it’s called ’Divine Thought Taoism’, but a cultivator’s Divine Sense cannot.”

Mo Hua asked quietly, ”Are there exceptions?”

Lord Yellow Mountain shook his head firmly, ”People are people, deities are deities. If there were exceptions, wouldn’t it mean there’s no distinction between people and gods? This does not conform to the laws of the Great Dao...”

After saying this, it glanced at Mo Hua, suddenly surprised.

Various strange signs on Mo Hua’s body began to surface in its mind...

Lord Yellow Mountain’s heart suddenly skipped, ”You wouldn’t be...”

Mo Hua looked innocent, ”I am what?”

Lord Yellow Mountain was taken aback.

Is he what?

If he were a mere mortal, could he have Dao Hua-ed his Divine Thought?

No... That should be impossible. Such a shocking matter, it has never heard of in all its years of existence.

At the root of it, how could a cultivator with a mortal body perform Divine Thought transformation to complete ”Dao Hua”?

This process not only requires a massive amount of Divine Sense, quality change in Divine Thought, understanding of the ”Dao”, but also exceedingly rare ”Divine Essence”...

Even for deities, to further ”Dao Hua” is laden with challenges.

Let alone a mere little cultivator.

Lord Yellow Mountain relaxed, sighed, ”Nothing.”

It was overthinking...

Mo Hua blinked, afraid to ask more, fearing that if he did, he might reveal too much.

Despite Lord Yellow Mountain’s destitution, it has lived long, and its experiences are still exceedingly rich; if he says too much, it might just be able to figure things out.

This matter of ”Divine Sense Sublimation”, Mo Hua doesn’t know its implications.

What if it’s something truly significant, a forbidden secret that can’t be disclosed, can’t be known by anyone or any deity.

If leaked out, it could result in a deadly disaster.

And if Lord Yellow Mountain guessed it...

Then, he’d have no choice but to silence it!

Mo Hua sighed.

He didn’t have many deity friends.

Unless absolutely necessary, he didn’t really want to lose this ”good friend”.

Lord Yellow Mountain suddenly felt a cold wind blowing across, making it feel chilly at the neck.

It couldn’t help but glance at Mo Hua, somewhat anxious, saying:

”Little friend, maybe you are...”

”Nothing.” Mo Hua smiled reassuringly, then looked up at the sky and added: ”It’s getting late, I have to go, there’s more to do next...”

Lord Yellow Mountain felt a weight lifted from its shoulders.

It seemed as if the bloody guillotine hanging over its head just faded away like that.

”Little friend, take care!” Lord Yellow Mountain chuckled.

Mo Hua nodded and walked out, but just when he stepped one foot outside, he suddenly looked back at Lord Yellow Mountain.

Lord Yellow Mountain’s heart tightened, forcing a smile, ”Little friend, is there anything else?”

Mo Hua glanced around, asking: ”Mountain Lord, your temple is quite rundown, should I find someone to fix it?”

Lord Yellow Mountain’s expression turned slightly stern, hurriedly saying: ”Mountain Lord appreciates the kindness, but although this temple is dilapidated, leaking wind and rain, I am used to residing here.”

”As the saying goes, a grand temple for the major god, a small temple for the minor god; this rundown temple is just right for this destitute minor mountain god.”

”Oh...” Mo Hua nodded, his gaze toward Lord Yellow Mountain suddenly intensified, slowly asking:

”Mountain Lord, are you... hiding from something?”

As soon as these words were spoken, Lord Yellow Mountain’s face instantly changed.