The Quest for Immortality

In the venue, the number of demon cultivators and monster cultivators from the Demon Gates was the highest.

This point, Mo Hua had long suspected, so it wasn’t surprising.

Besides them, there were some ”familiar faces.”

Such as the ”Demon Sword Sect,” whose members carried demon swords and called themselves Sword Slaves;

The ”Yin Corpse Valley,” known for corpse raising, corpse refining, and puppet crafting;

And the ”Mystic Demon Sect,” which refines humans into demon embryos.

Back in the day, those who participated in the Ten Thousand Demons Gathering to plot the killing of his master were mostly from these demon sects.

The only one he hadn’t interacted much with was the Hehuan Sect.

The Hehuan Sect’s representative in the venue was a striking female cultivator in red, her lips as vivid as her attire, frequently casting sultry looks at Mo Hua, as if she wanted to ”consume” him, making Mo Hua very uncomfortable.

As such, Mo Hua had a poor impression of the Hehuan Sect.

Another matter that attracted Mo Hua’s attention involved the Mystic Demon Sect. .

The chief of the Mystic Demon Sect was a late-stage Golden Core demon cultivator in a black robe, and he said:

”The young master had urgent matters and returned to the sect, leaving me to attend the Ten Thousand Demons Gathering in his stead...”

This statement left Mo Hua puzzled.

The young master he referred to must be ”Young Master Xuan.”

But wasn’t Young Master Xuan already dead, buried in Solitary Mountain’s tomb?

Could he not be dead?

Or did the Mystic Demon Sect’s black-robed Golden Core cultivator lie?

Mo Hua frowned slightly, sensing something amiss.

Common sense dictated that Young Master Xuan could not have ”walked” out of Solitary Mountain alive...

Mo Hua silently noted this matter in his mind, intending to investigate further when time allowed, while continuing to eavesdrop and observe.

During the demon heads’ discussions, Mo Hua gathered a fair understanding of their origins.

After understanding the Golden Core demon heads, Mo Hua discreetly glanced at the stage from the corner of his eye.

On the high seat of the great hall, although positions varied, there were three cultivators roughly on par with Mr. Tu.

One had deep lines, a traitor of the Shangguan family, Shangguan Wang of the Feather Transformation Realm.

The other two; one was withered like an old slave, bearing a heavy black iron sword box on his back.

The other was half-corpse, half-human; his left face human, his right face rotting like a corpse, and beside him stood a golden coffin with blood patterns.

Both were Feather Transformation cultivators of the demon path.

Since entering the hall, these two had remained silent, absorbing and cultivating, without a sound, yet their presence was terrifying.

Mo Hua speculated these two were surely beyond early-stage Feather Transformation.

With the two Feather Transformation demon heads making no sound, Mo Hua only took a glance with his peripheral vision and retracted his gaze.

He dared not observe too much of such level cultivators, especially demon path True Men, to avoid courting trouble.

And these two powerful Feather Transformation demon heads seemed to ignore Mo Hua, merely concentrating on absorbing and cultivating.

Inside the great hall, the discussion continued.

After prolonged deliberation, the topic naturally advanced to the next stage.

”Mr. Tu...” a bald monk tattooed with python patterns clasped his hands towards Mr. Tu, ”We’re handling things; as for the agreed benefits, please keep your promise...”

”The Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Array covers a mountain realm; we at Ten Thousand Demon Mountain merely ask that all humans there be slaughtered, to rear Monster Beasts.”

With his words, other demon cultivators spoke up:

”Our Sect Leader of Blood Refining Sect instructed to use the city’s cultivators to maintain a blood pool; Mistwater City would be suitable...”

”We want the corpses from the Yin Corpse Valley...”

”The Mystic Demon Sect wants the corpses of prodigies to nurture demon embryos...”

”There’s an unknown large refinery shop at Solitary Mountain; after slaughtering the city, it’s perfect to use the ready human blood and flesh there to refine the ’Demon Sword’...”

”I want a thousand strong male cultivators of Foundation Establishment Realm for replenishment, and the blood of a thousand virgins to create ’rouge’...”

...

Once the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Array is built, the surrounding Qianxue becomes desolate, with mountains, earth, humans, blood, corpses... all prime resources for the demon path.

All demon gates want a slice of this pie.

For this reason, the demon path would willingly collude with Mr. Tu and the Great Wilderness Evil God for this deal.

Mo Hua remained calm in expression, yet within, a seed of hatred grew.

Once a path of demon cultivation is chosen, humanity is extinguished, conscience lost, treating others as puppets, slaves, livestock, nourishment, consumables...

”In this world, there truly isn’t a heretical demon that doesn’t deserve to die.”

Watching these demon heads, a nameless fury rose in Mo Hua’s heart.

Fiery killing intent churned within Mo Hua’s chest.

Mo Hua’s face changed, realizing that this murderous intent contained an uncontrollable surge of evil Qi.

What’s happening?

The backlash from Water Prison Sect’s Seven Souls Blood Prison Pupil Skill?

Affected by the Fire Buddha’s True Manual of Demonic Path Cultivation?

Or perhaps the accumulation of evil Qi from slaying too many demon monsters and evil spirits?

Mo Hua couldn’t understand it at the moment.

But the killing intent within his heart was becoming ever more fierce; influenced by this intent, the evil Qi in his eyes grew increasingly intense.

And this evil Qi even stirred the karma within his life chart.

On his back, the karmic vision of ”Corpse Mountain, Blood Sea” faintly emerged, and within it, a terrifying figure of Taoist Demon’s shadow loomed ready to appear.

Karmic visions are invisible to the naked eye, yet cultivators who delve into heavenly secrets can perceive them.

Among those present, Mr. Tu was the most sensitive to such changes.

Detecting a terrifying surge of ”evil Qi,” his complexion changed subtly, turning his gaze towards Mo Hua.

But before he could see anything, suddenly with a ”boom,” the great hall trembled.

From within the blood-patterned golden coffin beside the half-corpse, half-human Feather Transformation Old Demon Head of the Yin Corpse Valley, black sinister Qi suddenly seeped out, thick as a wave.