The Quest for Immortality

”I brought you a ’gift’.”

The deity statue was covered with a dust cloth, surrounded by a fog formation drawn by Mo Hua to conceal the aura and prevent any cause and effect from leaking.

Looking at the object before him, Lord Yellow Mountain was momentarily dumbfounded.

The dust cloth was wrapped tightly, leaving him clueless about what lay beneath.

But now, being closer, he gradually sensed a faint, elusive aura, akin to something familiar.

A thought that he never dared to dream of slowly surfaced in his mind.

A wave of unimaginable excitement and agitation surged from the heart, spreading throughout the body, making him tremble all over, with emotions boiling, scalp tingling, and head buzzing.

Lord Yellow Mountain was overwhelmed with disbelief.

”This...” his voice trembled.

Mo Hua whispered, ”I found it resembles your ’family heirloom’ and happened upon it, so I brought it back for you.”

As he spoke, Mo Hua lifted a corner of the dust cloth.

At a single glance, Lord Yellow Mountain couldn’t help but shiver all over, and tears welled up in his eyes.

”You... retrieved it for me?”

”Yes!” Mo Hua nodded.

Lord Yellow Mountain’s chest tightened, almost suffocating him.

Looking again at Mo Hua, he felt that at this moment, Mo Hua’s eyebrows were like distant mountains, eyes like bright stars, lips red and teeth white, incredibly handsome and magnificent, unmatched in elegance.

There was no one in this world, god, or even immortal, more beautiful than Mo Hua.

Mo Hua was so breathtaking that he seemed to glow with a golden light.

This little cultivator actually... brought back his ”Lifebound Divine Statue”?!

From the hands of that ancient evil god, from that hatched evil embryo, from the bottom of Solitary Mountain City where it was lost and occupied by the evil spirit, he retrieved that Lifebound Divine Statue?!

To him, the Mountain God, such immense gratitude and virtue is akin to being reborn by a parent.

This Little Ancestor truly is his ”Ancestor.”

At the same time, Lord Yellow Mountain was immensely shocked.

He couldn’t imagine how Mo Hua, with merely Foundation Building cultivation, achieved all of this.

The bottom of Solitary Mountain City, with its burial of ten thousand corpses, evil embryo divine temple.

Lord Yellow Mountain couldn’t envision the challenges and obstacles faced within.

Even if he, a Mountain God, was lucky enough to cultivate for another thousand years to return to the peak of Third Grade, it might still be impossible to break into the bottom of Solitary Mountain City and reclaim his Lifebound Divine Statue intact.

How did this little cultivator, Mo Hua, accomplish it?

Lord Yellow Mountain was in shock, completely stunned.

Seeing him frozen, Mo Hua kindly reminded, ”Quickly put it away, don’t lose it again.”

Lord Yellow Mountain suddenly startled, recalling the matter at hand.

He hesitated no longer, reaching toward his Lifebound Divine Statue, but the next moment hesitated again, seemingly considering whether to do it secretly from Mo Hua.

But after a thought, this Lifebound Divine Statue was found by Mo Hua; if he wanted to claim it for himself, he would have done so already.

Under these circumstances, doing it secretly from Mo Hua seemed insincere and unjust.

Lord Yellow Mountain hesitated no more, his figure flickered, entering the Lifebound Divine Statue, and moments later, emerged with half of him bathed in golden light.

His appearance had somewhat changed, his robes more luxurious, his figure more imposing, and his face lost some sallowness, gaining more spirit.

Overall, he looked more majestic.

His origin was also more profound.

”Did you merge with the Lifebound Divine Statue?” Mo Hua asked curiously.

Lord Yellow Mountain replied, ”Separated for too long, it needs to be nurtured for a while, then...”

Lord Yellow Mountain paused, not hiding, ”Then once the origin aligns, I will find another secret place to store this lifebound object.”

Mo Hua nodded, asking no more, noticing on Lord Yellow Mountain’s offering table, a broken bowl contained rainwater, and a plate held half a stale bun, he realized his days remained unchanged, no improvement. He then took out chicken, duck, fish, and meat from his storage bag, placing them on the table, and uncapped a small flask of wine, inviting Lord Yellow Mountain:

”Come, let’s eat and chat.”

Lord Yellow Mountain was extremely moved, cupping his hands in respect, ”Then it’s better to accept than decline.”

Thus, one person and one god sat on top of the divine platform, eating meat, drinking wine, and talking.

Mo Hua primarily wanted to ask about the history of Solitary Mountain City.

Lord Yellow Mountain also spoke freely, holding nothing back.

Unfortunately, it seemed that with the loss of origin, part of his memory was also lost, and much of what he spoke was already known to Mo Hua.

And back then, regarding the Taixu Gate predecessor who cut him down, in his impression, there was only a vague figure in white and an extremely sharp Tai Xu Sword, the rest were unclear, even the face was blurry.

This incident was a bit odd.

Mo Hua furrowed his brow, sensing intuitively two possibilities.

One was that indeed, after his divine body was cut down, Lord Yellow Mountain lost his memory and forgot the appearance of the predecessor.

The other possibility was that the Taixu Gate predecessor had other unknown causes, who for confidentiality, erased his past by some means.

It’s even possible, due to some secret, his past cause and effect was erased by others.

Thus, Lord Yellow Mountain couldn’t recall his appearance.

But this was only Mo Hua’s intuition-based speculation after studying the Way of Cause and Effect.

The exact truth was uncertain.

Aside from this, Mo Hua asked other questions.

These questions were accumulations of doubts he had long encountered while cultivating the path of Divine Thought.

Including the development direction of a cultivator’s Divine Sense, the advancement of a deity, the relationship between grades and stages of a deity, the essence of Dao transformation, especially whether a deity’s Divine Thought undergoes a ”qualitative change” with the improvement of grade.

A long time ago, he encountered a Third Grade blood-colored divine body, hard as iron.

And a Third Grade evil embryo was covered with ”Demon Armor,” indestructible.

But a cultivator’s Divine Sense didn’t undergo such changes.

Mo Hua himself seemed to have only a trace of such ”qualitative change.”

Therefore, he was somewhat puzzled.

Was it possible that in the path of Divine Thought, he had overlooked other directions of ”enhancement”?

However, his Divine Thought was mixed with human and god elements, too complex in composition, and cultivated too messily.

With Mo Hua’s own experience, he couldn’t unravel the relationships within, so he came to consult Lord Yellow Mountain, hoping to gain some insights and further strengthen his Divine Thought.