The Quest for Immortality

In a deep expanse of darkness, a beam of golden light emerged, coalescing into a bridge of divine sense stretching into the distance.

A point of starlight lit up upon the bridge.

Thereafter, ripples appeared in the void, divine thoughts fluctuated, and primordial spirits manifested one after another.

With the guidance of the primordial dreamscape, Wenren Wan, whose divine sense had taken form.

Along with the fourteen cultivators of Feather Transformation Realm and above from the Qian Learning State Boundary.

Among these fourteen cultivators, ten were Feather Transformation, four were Heaven Void. If it were in the outside world, naturally the Heaven Void would lead.

But this was within the Divine Thought World, the path to the Evil God’s nightmare, the leader could only be the Chief Elder of Mystery Valley, True Man Situ.

True Man Situ glanced around, then at everyone, ensuring that Wenren Wan’s divine sense incarnation was unharmed, and the out-of-body state of the other primordial spirits was intact. He nodded slightly, then with a solemn expression, cautioned:

”This journey is fraught with peril, remember to be cautious and prudent, do not make rash judgments when encountering anything”

”In front of the Mystic Sky Beidou Seven Star Formation, I have left a guiding light for each of you, preserving a strand of primordial spirit and maintaining a thread of vital energy. Should things go awry, recite the mantra of causality, and the Seven Stars Formation will forcibly summon your primordial spirits back.”

”However, forcibly summoning the primordial spirit back is highly damaging to the Sea of Consciousness, do not recite the mantra unless in extreme crisis.”

”Simultaneously, keep this mantra deep in your heart, do not think of it, only recite it when necessary to avoid detection and sever the thread of your causal life energy...

The rest, being Divine Thought Cultivators, were aware of the stakes, and all solemnly committed True Man Situ’s words to memory.

”There’s one more thing...” True Man Situ glanced again at Wenren Wan, enjoined the crowd: ”You must safeguard this girl from the Wenren family.”

”Like a mother connecting with her child, the divine sense forms a bridge. If anything happens to her, the bridge will sever, leaving us with no return path, trapped within this boundless nightmare, a near-certain death.”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Having given his instructions, True Man Situ sighed slightly, looking towards the endless darkness around him, lamenting inwardly.

Unexpectedly, the day had come when he truly had to rely on himself to slay the Evil God. As a ”deadly calamity,” it seemed far too solemn.

But then he thought, as a Divine Thought Cultivator trained in heavenly secrets since childhood, if one day he could shoulder the mission of saving all beings, invading the primordial nightmare of the newly born Evil God, and carry out the god-slaying mission, regardless of whether he lived or died, whatever the outcome, he could consider his life not wasted.

The only hope was, if ever he became tainted, there would be righteous people who would slay him, to prevent his remaining self from aiding evil and wreaking havoc in the world.

Righteous people are bound to exist.

If he ever wreaked havoc in the world, he certainly wouldn’t live long.

Thinking thus, True Man Situ actually felt a sense of calm.

”Let’s go.”

True Man Situ said solemnly, then led the way alone, walking ahead.

In the crowd, a white-robed female True Man was supporting Wenren Wan, closely following.

The other Divine Thought Cultivators followed behind True Man Situ, forming a formation to protect Wenren Wan in the center.

The faint golden bridge of divine sense, under the maintenance of the primordial dreamscape, emitted a faint purple light, stretching into the distance.

But all around was an expanse of darkness.

This darkness was eerie, somber, oppressive, rolling towards their position, seemingly capable of swallowing all light.

The golden light of the bridge, the purple light of the primordial dreamscape, the starlight of the Seven Stars Formation were all inch by inch being devoured by this darkness.

In the boundless darkness, there was only a strand of blood-like a umbilical cord, extending from Wenren Wan’s heart, stretching into the endless

Darkness, connecting to the other end, not severed.

Mother and child, connected in heart, bloodline from the same source.

This was the only landmark for everyone.

Also the only vitality and hope in the vast darkness.

Like this, they kept walking forward, not knowing how long they had walked, the bridge of divine sense reached the other side, the source of darkness also began to show its shape before them.

This was a vast expanse of black mountains, stretching as far as the eye could see, transmitting an eerie and terrifying aura, savage and fierce, as if forged from countless killings, despair, pain, and misery of the world.

True Man Situ’s pupils contracted.

The faces of the others changed as well.

”This is...”

”The Abyssal Swamp of Three Thousand Great Wilderness?!”

Everyone couldn’t help but stop and look at True Man Situ, whose brows were tightly knitted, and finally sighed, ”Let’s continue walking.”

By now, there’s no turning back.

Ahead lies the mountain of knives, the sea of flames, the hell of boiling oil, yet

They have no choice but to embark upon it.

Everyone steeled themselves and continued to walk forward.

Crossing the bridge of divine sense, stepping onto the realm of Black

Mountains, the evil qi suddenly grew intense, seemingly seeping into the marrow, the dark wind roared with a mournful sound.

True Man Situ quickly made a hand sign for the Seven Stars Formation to protect everyone, preventing the dark wind and evil qi from invading their bodies and harming the roots of their primordial spirits.

Then, he looked around to see three thousand black mountains, shrouded in ghostly mist, littered with white bones, with blood worms squirming. Continuing forward, the surroundings appeared desolate, occasionally strange and eerie creatures crawled by, their forms unspeakable.

Or a single human eye paired with a demon leg, standing alone;

Or a severed hand as feet, severed foot as hand, walking inverted;

Or beast-shaped human-faced, with features misplaced; or with single eye and

Dual mouth, grotesquely incomplete.

These various eerie creatures, like playthings whimsically assembled by a creator, contained both child’s play and malice, making those who looked feel discomfort, even nausea.

True Man Situ’s expression was solemn.

The Three Thousand Black Mountains of Great Wilderness, Endless Abyssal

Swamp, were places of death and destruction for countless beings. According to the hidden records sealed in Mystery Valley, this was also the birthplace of the ancient Evil God of the Great Wilderness, naturally its site of primordial nightmare rebirth.