The Quest for Immortality

The human skin paper is yellowish, and what’s recorded on it is the method of refining Demon Monsters.

A series of cruel illustrations describe how to dismember humans and Monster Beasts, maintaining a certain level of vitality, and how to sew them together according to a certain protocol. Finally, using human resentment, the Monster’s ferocity, human Spiritual Power, and the Monster’s demonic power, they hatch and fuse into a brand new, deformed, sinister, and powerful Demon Monster...

”It’s time to change a body...”

Mr. Tu muttered.

His whereabouts have already been exposed, and the existing body bears karma, it will be tracked, will be detected.

And moreover, this body has been used for too long, already turned a pale deathly grey.

The crafty hare has three burrows; now is the time to prepare another body.

Mr. Tu turned to the last page of the illustrations.

The last page was a manuscript.

On the manuscript was a body wrapped in human skin, assembled from various Demon Monsters, along with dragon scales and dragon claws, resembling a form that was part demon, part dragon, part human.

This was the powerful ”body” Mr. Tu had planned for himself.

But this body had only a torso, without a head.

”When the Divine Lord is reborn, everything in the world will be a sacrifice.”

”The Divine Lord devours the Tai Xu Vicious God, and I, in turn, will devour the Vicious God’s host...”

”The body is too weak, the Spiritual Root too poor, yet the comprehension is exceptionally high, the Divine Sense extremely strong... So remove the dross, only take the essence, use his head to sew onto the powerful Demon Monster body, this will be the perfect vessel...”

Mr. Tu muttered, then took out a Bone Pen, dipped in Blood Ink, and drew a head on the manuscript’s grotesque new Demon Monster body.

This head was that of a handsome young boy.

His brows and eyes were as if painted, but they were drawn with blood...

This head was Mo Hua’s head.

...

In the Blood and Flesh Maze, Mo Hua was still studying the Formation.

Over the next few days, Mr. Tu would occasionally come to see him, verbally claiming not to force Mo Hua, but often subtly goading and enticing Mo Hua, effectively brainwashing him.

”Right and wrong are merely biases...”

”To achieve great things, one must be unscrupulous, dispensing with a sense of morality.”

”Those who comfort themselves with a bit of spurious conscience and self-righteousness will never amount to anything great.”

”These human bones, blood, skin, although they are from people, you didn’t kill them. They’re dead, and with their deaths, their spirit dissipates, leaving only dead matter behind in the world. What harm is there in using them?”

”You need not feel guilty or sinful.”

...

Yet no matter what Mr. Tu said, Mo Hua only feigned struggle on the surface. Within, he remained resolute, unruffled, and never touched the Bone Pen made from human skin that Mr. Tu provided.

Mr. Tu wasn’t bothered; instead, he was somewhat gratified.

A Cultivator with such steadfast beliefs was worthy of becoming the head for his new body.

Mo Hua learned slowly, so Mr. Tu patiently waited.

But a few days later, while Mr. Tu was teaching Mo Hua Formation Painting, his expression suddenly changed, and without a word, he abruptly left.

Mo Hua was puzzled but didn’t ask.

Yet less than two hours later, Mr. Tu returned, looking grim, and instructed Mo Hua, saying:

”I need to leave this Blood and Flesh Maze for a while; study the Formation on your own and don’t cause trouble.”

Mo Hua was a bit surprised but nodded seriously.

Mr. Tu was about to leave but suddenly remembered something, hesitated, and ultimately couldn’t feel at ease, so he extended a finger and tapped Mo Hua’s forehead, sealing his Sea of Consciousness once more with a blood line, reactivating the White Bone Noose.

Mo Hua was shocked and hurriedly said, ”With my Divine Sense sealed, I cannot learn Formation.”

But Mr. Tu didn’t pay him any attention.

Clearly, whether Mo Hua could learn the Formation wasn’t the pressing issue.

Sealing Mo Hua, eliminating this unstable factor, was more important than anything else.

Mo Hua had no choice, touched the White Bone Noose tightly embedded in his head, locking his Sea of Consciousness, and couldn’t help but seize the moment to ask:

”Mr. Tu, what exactly is this Noose?”

If it had been before, Mr. Tu would never have answered.

But now, his relationship with Mo Hua was still amicable, and Mo Hua’s ”head” was already set to be his, belonging to him.

Mr. Tu was thus more patient with Mo Hua’s questions.

”This is a sacred relic of our Great Wilderness, crafted from a tooth bone of a Divine Beast, it can seal divine powers and repel evil.” Mr. Tu said flatly.

Divine Beast?

Mo Hua was a little curious and asked, ”Which Divine Beast?”

Mr. Tu’s eyes flashed with reverence, and he slowly enunciated each word:

”Pixiu.”