The Quest for Immortality

Mo Hua felt a slight chill in his heart.

”Is this... the handiwork of Mr. Tu?”

The Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice should be the forbidden legacy of the Great Wilderness Witch.

The witch has the legacy of the Great Wilderness Formation.

This Mr. Tu, being a witch of the Desolate Royal Family, must have profound achievements in formations.

Could it be that the Great Wilderness Evil God valued this, choosing Mr. Tu as his closest servant?

Allowing Mr. Tu to perfectly integrate the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice of the Great Wilderness with the Mysterious Heaven Great Formation of reality, and put it into practice to achieve the resurrection of the Master of the Great Wilderness?

”How many years of planning, how many people involved, how much effort...”

Mo Hua sighed in his heart.

Suddenly his heart skipped a beat, and he couldn’t help but think: ”Can I use this formation?”

He certainly couldn’t use the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice, because it’s an Evil Formation that requires the death of many people, sacrificing countless flesh and divine souls.

But what if not sacrificing ”human lives”?

Using the principle of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice, sacrifice other things, supply energy for the Mysterious Heaven Great Formation, and then in the Mysterious Heaven Great Formation...

Seal the body as a god?

Mo Hua frowned.

These four words suddenly emerged from within his Sea of Consciousness.

But... is there such thing as ”seal the body as a god” in the Cultivation World?

And what happens after sealing the body as a god?

Mo Hua was a bit puzzled.

Unfortunately, the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation constructed by Mr. Tu uses Evil Power, and Mo Hua cannot personally attempt it; otherwise, he might replace the Master of the Great Wilderness and become a ferocious ”Evil God.”

Or perhaps, not replace the Master of the Great Wilderness, but merge with him, inseparable.

Such reckless actions should not be easily attempted.

Mo Hua contemplated.

But even if he doesn’t risk attempting it, this entire complex system designed for the rebirth of the Evil God must be mastered.

The laws of the Mysterious Heaven Great Formation need to be studied.

The Formation Pivot of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice must also be learned.

Not to mention, as a Formation Master, Mo Hua cannot resist the allure of the ”Large Formation.”

Even if it’s to ”know oneself and know the enemy,” to balance the Evil God, these things must be understood.

Moreover, this set of formation systems might be useful in the future.

Mo Hua aspires to become a Formation Master who understands everything between heaven and earth, and he adheres to one principle regarding formations:

”Any formation encountered must be learned; it might not be used, but it should never be unknown.”

Mo Hua nodded, then focused his entire attention on comprehending the Formation Pivot of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice given to him by Mr. Tu...

...

Meanwhile, the large formation was still running, and the Righteous and Demonic were still in battle; the situation was turbulent, the future uncertain.

Beyond the Qian Learning State Boundary.

A carriage, traveling along the Great Dao, slowly approached from afar.

Inside the carriage, there were six or seven people.

Leading them was an old man with a sallow face, wearing mystic clothes, skilled in calculation, and with a head full of white hair.

And he was none other than the Chief Elder of Mystery Valley, True Man Situ of the Feather Transformation Realm.

At this time, True Man Situ sat solemnly, eyes closed, resting.

The others in the carriage were all disciples from Mystery Valley, some young and fresh-faced, some middle-aged, some with dignified brows and eyes, some with half-white hair, most possessing calm demeanors and eyes shining with divine light.

The carriage was quiet, with a fragrant scent wafting, no one spoke.

After a moment, faint whispers broke the solemn silence inside the carriage, as a slightly immature youth said:

”Isn’t there any problem with us going to the Qian Learning State Boundary?”

Someone beside him whispered, ”Shh, don’t disturb the Chief Elder’s meditation.”

The youth softly responded ”Oh.”

A cultivator with half-white hair opened his eyes and slowly reassured him, ”With the Chief Elder here, there’s no need to worry.”

Only then did the youth feel a bit at ease, yet his expression was still somewhat apprehensive: ”I heard... there’s an Evil Path Great Formation and many Heaven Void Ancestors, but they can’t...”

”Each skill has its specialization, some things can’t be solved just because of high cultivation,” a senior cultivator said.

”The Chief Elder naturally knows how to make decisions.”

”Hmm.” The youth nodded.

The tense atmosphere in the carriage eased a bit.

But as the carriage continued towards the Qian Learning State Boundary, the bloody sky grew darker, and intense Evil Qi blotted out the sun.

The land turned red for miles, a desolate wasteland, with occasional rotten limbs scattered on the ground.

Seeing the surroundings, the cultivators in the carriage turned pale, realizing the future was uncertain, and their hearts began to race.

True Man Situ, who had been closed-eyed and calm like a mountain all the way, now slowly opened his eyes, looked at the heavenly scene, and softly sighed.

The carriage continued to move forward, heading towards the depths of the blood-red landscape.

In the eyes of everyone, the bloody and magnificent Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation drew nearer, and even the vast formation continued to expand outward, ”devouring” everything in the Qian Learning State Boundary, corrupting all life on the surrounding land.

Everyone’s expression was grave.

They had previously calculated that the disaster at Qianxue must be extremely severe; otherwise, dozens of Heaven Void Ancestors couldn’t have jointly sent a letter requesting their Chief Elder from Mystery Valley to intervene.

But now, witnessing the bloody formation firsthand, they realized the situation was worse than they imagined...

Even so, the people from Mystery Valley did not retreat.

When the carriage wheels rolled over a piece of White Bone, crossing the invisible blood river beneath the earth veins.

True Man Situ in the carriage suddenly felt a pang of fear.

As if instantly standing in the depths of winter, an endless chill surged up from his heart.

”Stop the carriage,” True Man Situ said.

The carriage stopped, and True Man Situ looked around at everyone, slowly instructing, ”Give all the Heavenly Treasure to me.”

The group did not understand the reason, but with the Chief Elder speaking, they dared not resist and handed over the precious jade boxes, compasses, Eight Diagrams Mirrors, etc., they carried with them to True Man Situ.

True Man Situ accepted them one by one, stepped off the carriage alone, then turned back and solemnly instructed everyone, ”Return to Mystery Valley now, without delay, and never look back!”

”Chief Elder!” Everyone was shocked.

True Man Situ shook his head, ”No need to say more.”

The youthful disciple from Mystery Valley quickly said, ”Chief Elder, I will go with you.”

True Man Situ’s aged eyes revealed a trace of comfort but still gently said, ”Go back, the heavenly secret cannot be reversed.”

Everyone’s face turned pale, their eyes filled with pain.

But they were all from Mystery Valley, having studied the Way of Cause and Effect from a young age, understanding True Man Situ’s meaning and the implications of his words.

The group from Mystery Valley gradually left the carriage, kneeling to the ground, making a solemn bow three times to True Man Situ.

Then they climbed onto the carriage, filled with pain and unwillingness, setting off on the journey back, leaving the Qian Learning State Boundary.

True Man Situ stood in place, watched these elite disciples from Mystery Valley gradually leave until they disappeared into the distance, severing some terrible cause and effect, and only then deeply sighed in relief.

With no burden, True Man Situ turned, heading alone towards the Qian Learning State Boundary, towards the blood-red formation that blotted out the sky.

His deep eyes held a hint of unwillingness, along with a trace of inevitable acceptance:

”Old man’s ’death calamity’ has arrived...”