The Quest for Immortality

Fierce, eerie, vicious evil thoughts clashed.

For a moment, the world spun, the surroundings changed, the Divine Sense vision began to twist, deform, and fade, as if falling into a gloomy abyss, suffocating.

Under the sweeping power of such enormous evil thoughts, everyone’s Divine Soul trembled, even those at the Golden Core Peak could not withstand it, one by one their eyes became vacant, their foreheads darkened, and they slowly fell to the ground.

Mo Hua held on the longest, but it was very difficult. .

It was as if an evil telekinesis was constantly twisting the space of his Sea of Consciousness, pulling his Divine Sense away from himself.

As he watched Elder Xun and the others fall to the ground one by one, Mo Hua finally couldn’t hold on any longer.

He gave up resisting, allowing that evil power to extract his Divine Thought avatar from his Sea of Consciousness and bring it into another unknown realm.

The surrounding scene was like a chaotic reflection of thousands of minds.

Full of vibrant colors, bizarre and fantastical.

Saturated with feelings of division, coldness, resentment, deformity, and so on.

The world twisted, shattered, blurred, and then reconstructed.

When Mo Hua opened his eyes again, he found himself in an illusory nightmare world.

Surrounding him was still a massive Divine Temple.

This Divine Temple looked similar to the one he had seen in the real world earlier.

Everywhere was resplendent with gold and jade, the pavilions were magnificent, the towers imposing, but filled with intense, eerie, pitch-black evil thoughts.

Dirty black water seeped into the golden pavilions.

Rotting flesh formed from evil thoughts hung from the flying eaves.

Between the walls, deformed and ugly eyes were embedded, filled with despair, peering at something.

Ghosts flew in the sky like dark clouds.

Seeing such a scene around him, Mo Hua took a cold breath and then narrowed his eyes, his thoughts turning:

”The Second Elder’s body was destroyed, the witchcraft broken, the dragon lock shattered, the evil embryo must have awakened...”

”Its evil thoughts are so strong, in just an instant, they filled the Divine Temple, twisted the present world, and drew everyone’s Divine Sense into its nightmare.”

”The nightmare is the world of the evil embryo, as long as the evil embryo lives, the nightmare cannot be broken.”

”Everyone is trapped in this nightmare, the only outcome is to be devoured by the evil embryo one by one, becoming the nourishment for the nightmare...”

”In other words, this is a death trap...”

”Is this the purpose of that pale, eerily acting man-demon?”

”It wants to kill everyone, wants everyone to die in this nightmare...”

Mo Hua raised his head, looking at the Divine Temple filled with the power of an Evil God, sacred and solemn, yet also corrupted, dirty, and degenerate, his expression gradually growing serious.

This was the largest and most vividly felt nightmare of evil thoughts he had encountered so far.

The evil thoughts pervading the nightmare were as strong as if they were solid.

Mo Hua frowned.

”A Third Grade peak evil embryo...”

Though his Divine Sense was strong, he had mastered the Divine Thought Taoism and practiced the God-slaying Sword Forms of Taixu Gate, he didn’t know how to kill such a terrifying existence.

Mo Hua frowned in thought for a moment, then sighed slightly.

”Let’s find Elder Xun and Master Gu first...”

Elder Xun and the others have surely been drawn into this evil embryo nightmare, and their whereabouts are unknown now.

Though they are of the Golden Core, they do not follow the Path of Divine Sense, nor practice the spell points of Divine Thought, their personal Divine Thoughts are exposed in such a dangerous evil embryo nightmare, very dangerous.

If they encounter peril, their lives could be at risk.

Elder Xun and the others got involved in this evil embryo event to save me.

By emotion and reason, Mo Hua had to ensure their safety.

As for the Third Grade peak evil embryo, let’s take it one step at a time...

Mo Hua observed the nightmare, estimating the direction, and began to walk step by step toward the depths of the Divine Temple along the steps in front of him.

Fortunately, the Void Realm of Divine Thought is established above the material world.

There are differences, but the overall structure is not too different.

Mo Hua had already traversed the path to the final Divine Temple in the real world, and now traversing it again, he roughly knew the way.

Golden steps were stained with black filthy blood.

Mo Hua restrained his breath, concealed his Divine Thought, and hid his golden Divine Marrow, appearing like an ordinary child, stepping on these steps, walking upward step by step.

Around him were demon monsters and ghosts, bizarre in shape, flying and diving, madly dancing.

But not one could see through his divine traces.

In this way, Mo Hua kept walking forward, until he reached a golden Taoist Field.

This Taoist Field was identical to the one outside in terms of position and layout, except that here, the copper figures no longer held statues but each trapped a wronged soul.

These wronged souls were trapped within the copper figures, bowing and worshiping toward the distant Divine Temple.

They struggled, wailed, and lamented.

The pain and despair on them turned into nourishment, flowing toward the depths of the Divine Temple.

In life, they were slaves, exploited by others.

In death, they became wronged souls, still extracted of their pain and despair’s telekinesis to nourish the evil embryo.

This is the logic of the Divine Temple’s operation.

And the truth of Solitary Mountain.

Mo Hua’s eyes revealed a trace of compassion.

Suddenly a shrill scream rang out, Mo Hua looked in the direction of the sound, and saw at a distance, a few lost souls and stray ghosts who had broken free of the copper figures, their eyes blood-red, saliva dripping, like wild dogs, biting into a person.

This person was a young man, with a fair face and a weak aura, exactly Shen Qingsheng.

At this moment, Shen Qingsheng was panicking, waving the longsword in his hand to drive away the lost souls biting him.

This longsword was the embryonic form of his own Magical Treasure, nurtured by his side for many years. Thus, it could also manifest in the nightmare, but its power was not strong, and dealing with ordinary ghosts was very strenuous.