The Quest for Immortality

The pride of heaven falls into corruption, slaughtering each other until the Taoist heart completely collapses, becoming containers for the Demon Path.

The situation is far more dire than Mo Hua thought.

”Find the others as soon as possible,” Mo Hua said solemnly.

Others may be irrelevant, but he cannot ignore the junior brothers from the same sect who have fought alongside him.

If they are not found quickly, once the Evil Formation continues to operate and the blood mist spreads, none of them will escape. Evil thoughts will invade their minds, plunging them into bloody slaughter, either killing or being killed. The worst case is their brains being devoured by evil spirits, turning them into puppets of evil thoughts, mindless flesh, like walking corpses, with unimaginable consequences.

Situ Jian and others, knowing the gravity of the situation, nodded their heads solemnly.

Mo Hua did not hesitate thereafter, releasing his Divine Sense to perceive the surroundings, pinching Copper Coins between his fingers to calculate cause and effect, seeking traces of other disciples of Taixu Gate.

A moment later, Mo Hua’s eyes darkened slightly and he said, ”Follow me.”

Then he activated his movement technique, creating a water light, and directly fled to an ominous dead forest.

The others followed suit, activating their movement techniques to keep up.

Entering the dead forest, the blood mist grew thicker, the miasma deeper, and the thorns stained with fresh blood, resembling bloodthirsty snakes and insects, slowly writhing.

In the midst of the forest, more blood-red leeches roamed.

Mo Hua’s gaze sharpened, turning to advise, ”Follow behind me, and do not step out of line.”

”Yes!”

Everyone nodded. Although they couldn’t see the blood-colored evil spirits ahead, from the solemn expression of their junior brother, they knew there must be something peculiar ahead.

The advice of their junior brother holds deep meaning.

At this time, one must meticulously follow the instructions of the junior brother.

This is the experience and summary they have gained as disciples of Taixu Gate over the years.

Mo Hua nodded and continued to lead the way, steering everyone away from these blood-colored evil spirits, exploring forward.

Mo Hua now has learned the method of God-slaying and out-of-body technique.

He could actually wipe out all these blood-colored evil spirits with one sword.

But in this dead forest, evil spirits are everywhere, killing them all is impossible, it’s not worth wasting telekinesis.

Moreover, this is within the Evil Path Great Formation, it is unknown what evil dangers will be encountered later; it’s crucial to keep reserves in advance.

In the dead forest, blood-colored leeches float in the air, twisting their sharp mouths, ready to attach unnoticeably to a cultivator’s forehead as soon as one approaches, burrow into their Sea of Consciousness, and feast to their heart’s content.

But with Mo Hua leading the way, the disciples of Taixu Gate successfully avoided these evil spirits.

Everyone continued to walk for a while, passing through a part of the dead forest, where Mo Hua suddenly said, ”Be careful.”

Just as his words fell, amidst the rustle of trees, another figure came charging.

Originally uptight all the way, Cheng Mo was startled, and immediately unleashed an ax attack with full force, hearing Mo Hua say:

”Don’t kill.”

Cheng Mo immediately withdrew his strength, deflecting the ax blade, dodging the vital spot, slicing instead onto the back of the coming person, knocking him to the ground.

Then Situ and several others worked together to hold him down, taking a closer look, and everyone’s face changed immediately:

”Ouyang Xuan!” .

Ouyang Xuan, now pinned to the ground by Cheng Mo, seemed half-human, half-ghost, continuously hissing and struggling.

His Taoist robe of Taixu Gate was stained with mud and blood, filthy, making it hard for everyone to recognize at once.

Seeing him in such a state, the disciples of Taixu Gate felt a chill in their hearts, turning to look at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua’s expression was solemn, scrutinizing Ouyang Xuan for a moment, sighing softly:

”The brain hasn’t been eaten completely, fortunately...”

Everyone also breathed a sigh of relief.

But Ouyang Xuan kept struggling, neither killing him nor letting him live was an option.

”Hold his head, make him look at me,” Mo Hua said.

Cheng Mo and Situ grabbed Ouyang Xuan’s head and aligned it with Mo Hua.

Ouyang Xuan’s eyes were blood-red, with blood-colored foreign objects swimming in the pupils, glaring viciously at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua’s eyes were deep, flashing with golden light, a wisp of Divine Thought transformed into a faint sword aura, piercing into Ouyang Xuan’s eyes.

Originally struggling and howling like a demon monster, Ouyang Xuan’s head trembled, slowly closing his eyes, slipping into a coma.

Mo Hua sighed slightly.

This method might be a bit crude, but at this moment, he couldn’t be bothered with much.

”Take him with us, we’ll go find the others,” Mo Hua instructed.

Ouyang Xuan’s strength is not weak, but seeing him in such a state, the plight of others must also be bleak.

Time is of the essence, they must race against time.

After that, Mo Hua again released his Divine Sense, using causal calculation to seek the energies, searching for other disciples of Taixu Gate.

Along the way, scenes of evil abounded.

There were flesh-covered demon monsters, hanging upside down on trees, waiting to devour humans.

The roadside thorns, having drunk human blood, were molting.

There were disciples bewitched by evil spirits, losing their senses, fighting desperately.

Scattered and scared sect disciples, even expressing despair, were hiding everywhere.

There was a larger, grotesque, terrifying evil spirit composed of limbs from both human and demon, floating in the sky, its huge ugly vertical eye watching everything in the dead forest, seemingly searching for prey.

This great evil spirit, exuding powerful evil thoughts, stood directly in Mo Hua’s path.

Its enormous, aberrant eyes saw Mo Hua.

Mo Hua also raised his head, quietly watching it.

Time seemed to stand still.

Moments later, the great evil spirit silently shifted its gaze, pretending not to see Mo Hua, its body trembling slightly as it slowly floated elsewhere.

Its movements were light, slow, very courteous, not daring to block Mo Hua’s path.