The Quest for Immortality

Before Mr. Witch could finish speaking, a beam of ice-blue sword light slashed across his face.

It was Canonical Official Xia’s sword.

Mr. Witch, interrupted, looked even more furious, his gaze even colder:

”Those who stubbornly refuse to change are unworthy of being a believer of the Divine Lord...”

Mr. Witch growled.

This was the battle signal.

Behind him, Xie Liu, already turned into a ”blood zombie,” suddenly shrieked and lunged toward everyone.

Gu Changhuai swung his feather fan, surrounded by several wind blades, countering the killing move from the ”blood zombie” Xie Liu.

The dragon-scaled monster that Mr. Witch transformed into also lunged forward.

Master Xiao and Canonical Official Xia raised their sword lights and confronted Mr. Witch, engaging in battle.

The remaining blood zombies surged forward like a tide.

Some surrounded the three Golden Core cultivators of Master Xiao, while others rushed directly at the Foundation Establishment cultivators including Mo Hua.

There were too many blood zombies, it was impossible to fight them all.

Mo Hua frowned and quickly said, ”Retreat quickly!”

Shui Yan and his group weren’t fools either; realizing things were not in their favor, they immediately retreated into the depths of the White Bone Maze.

With the narrow maze as a barrier, they could barely manage against these blood zombies.

But there were too many blood zombies, and as they retreated, their formation became a bit disordered.

Shui Yan took the opportunity to pull Mo Hua further into the maze’s depths.

Mo Hua was still bound by the Spirit-binding Lock. Seeing so many blood zombies rushing over, he said to Shui Yan, ”Release me.”

But Shui Yan sneered and continued retreating.

Mo Hua frowned, feeling something was odd about Shui Yan’s demeanor.

Sure enough, as they retreated deeper into the maze, Shui Yan found a secluded corner, took out a copper furnace, and lit a piece of red incense, letting the fragrance disperse to form a thin layer of mist.

This incense was unknown, but the smoke seemed to intimidate the blood zombies.

Those blood zombies did not dare cross the smoke, lingering outside the mist for a moment, then hissing a few times before leaving.

With this respite, Shui Yan took out the Water Prison Forbidden Box, placed it on the ground, then took out a dagger and stabbed his own arm fiercely.

A large amount of essence blood burst out, all merging into the Forbidden Box.

Then, a blood color gradually spread across the Forbidden Box, quickly filling the seven Taoist Prisons.

Mo Hua’s heart was shocked.

Shui Yan was accelerating the opening of the Water Prison Forbidden Box...

The seven Taoist Prisons were filled with blood.

Then, with a heavy look of evil intent, Shui Yan activated his Pupil Skill, gazing at the center of the Qi Essence Taoist Prison, the Life Soul Prison.

A look of pain appeared on Shui Yan’s face.

He seemed to be enduring immense pain and trials.

Mo Hua also held his breath, remaining silent.

After an unknown amount of time passed, a faint, obscure light flashed across the Forbidden Box, an ancient meaning emanating from it, and a crack appeared on the originally seamless sides of the Forbidden Box.

The Water Prison Forbidden Box was opened...

Shui Yan looked wildly joyful, then cursed:

”Damn Xiao Zhenhai, does he really take me for a fool? Wants me to open the box and then kill me? Pipe dream, dream on anyone pregnant with that idea!”

”This box belongs to me, no one can take it away!”

Shui Yan grasped the Water Prison Forbidden Box tightly, then lashed out a whip, wrapping it around Mo Hua’s neck.

A blood mark appeared on Mo Hua’s neck from the strangulation.

Shui Yan threatened, ”Kid, tell me the Meditation Technique, and I’ll spare your life!”

With the evil spell point of the Water Prison Sect and the Meditation Technique to steady his mind, given time, he could form a Golden Core, his future would be limitless!

Shui Yan’s heart was ablaze with excitement.

Before Mo Hua could speak, several Spirit Needles suddenly flew in, aiming directly at Shui Yan’s face.

Shui Yan hurriedly blocked them with his hand; though he fended them off, his palm was pierced by the Spirit Needles, causing bloody wounds and severe pain.

”Let go of Junior Brother Mo!”

A voice, gentle yet filled with anger, echoed.

Shui Yan turned his head in anger and saw the graceful silhouette of Hua Qianqian.

Beside Hua Qianqian stood Ouyang Feng, with a solemn expression.

The two had been separated by the blood zombies, but seeing Shui Yan holding Mo Hua hostage, worried for Mo Hua’s safety, they hurried over.

Shui Yan laughed instead of being angry, ”Good, good, two fledglings coming to seek death on their own.”

His gaze lingered over Ouyang Feng and Hua Qianqian, particularly resting on Hua Qianqian for a while, his eyes growing increasingly red.

”Such top-grade quality, I will definitely enjoy it thoroughly, make you wish you were dead.”

Hua Qianqian’s face turned pale with fear. But when she looked at Mo Hua, trapped by the Spirit-binding Lock, she gritted her teeth and, with a firm voice, said:

”It’s you who deserves death!”

Ouyang Feng’s gaze deepened as he drew his sword, charging at Shui Yan.

Hua Qianqian continued to unleash Spirit Needles.

Shui Yan coldly laughed, throwing Mo Hua aside, pulling out his Water Torture Whip, and channeling his Spiritual Power to engage with Ouyang Feng and Hua Qianqian.

This time, he would not let these two go again!

Ouyang Feng and Hua Qianqian, battling with Shui Yan, found it extremely difficult.

After dozens of rounds, Shui Yan found an opportunity; blood shadows flickered in his eyes as he intended to exploit their flaw to control Hua Qianqian and Ouyang Feng to seal the battle in his favor.

But before he could use his Pupil Skill, he heard a voice calling out:

”Shui Yan.”

This voice, crisp and pleasant, yet extremely cold, as if the true Yama was calling his name.

Shui Yan instinctively turned his head and saw a pair of golden eyes.