The Quest for Immortality

”Don’t speak, don’t look around, to avoid disturbing the Evil Objects,” said True Man Situ in a low voice.

The assembled Divine Thought Cultivators nodded.

True Man Situ held his breath, focusing his mind, and following the blood thread that connected mother and child, he concentrated deeply and continued to walk towards the depths of the nightmare.

The Great Wilderness, Endless Abyss, land of the Evil God’s nightmare, is strangely dangerous and inexplicable.

True Man Situ did not know what was in this nightmare or what Evil Spirits and demons were hidden within. Therefore, he had no intention, nor dared to create unnecessary complications. He only wanted to quickly reach the birthplace of the Evil God and eliminate the source of all chaos.

Until then, less is more.

But it was obvious that things could not go as he wished.

The Evil God’s nightmare was a naturally sinister place, filled with Evil Spirits and their spawn.

Everything, even the grass and trees, teemed with unknown ”contaminated objects,” and the ground’s soil could be decaying flesh.

The weeds on the roadside might be worms.

Beneath the bark of a tree lay bleeding bones.

The water dripping from the sky could be the saliva of some Spirits...

These are just some of the many dangers.

A cultivator’s Divine Thought, walking through the foul waters of this evil mountain, can barely defend against it and must maintain high-intensity focus for long periods, without any slack. Otherwise, a single moment of inattention risks polluting the Primordial Spirit, leaving hidden trouble behind.

Fortunately, the Seven Stars Formation protects, dissipating most of the Evil Qi.

The Divine Thought Cultivators present here were skilled and experienced, with strong willpower. They watched over each other vigilantly, diffusing most threats.

Continuing forward, into a withered forest, the dark energy was heavier and had a fierce aura.

True Man Situ stopped, furrowing his brow, and soon looked at the Feathered Immortal by his side, who held a Bagua Plate and appeared scholarly.

This ”scholar” gazed at the Bagua Plate, executing a hand formula. After a moment, he focused his eyes and pointed to a large tree three zhang to the right.

In the crowd, a Taoist immediately joined his fingers and, wielding a Peach Wood Sword, pierced toward the tree.

The Peach Wood Sword, carrying the power to repel evil, struck the tree with one jab.

The tree let out a mournful wail, its bark peeled away, transforming into mottled serpent skin, oozing venomous liquid as if containing lethal poison.

In the midst of the wailing, the tree transformed into a serpent’s body, a gigantic human face emerging at the top of the tree.

This tree was surprisingly a terrifying human-faced giant python.

This human-faced giant python revealed its true form and engaged in fierce combat with the group of Divine Thought Cultivators. After a fierce battle, it was suppressed by a large Feathered man covered in runic patterns using Divine Thought force. Then, a Taoist summoned his sword and decapitated it.

The Heaven Void Ancestor of Little Spirit Sect used Burning Fire Skill to incinerate it.

Divine Thought Slaughter, truly extraordinary, wiping out evil and spirits, remains perilous without end.

Many Evil Spirits cannot be judged solely by appearance or grade to assess their danger.

Therefore, even with strong divine thoughts, they dare not be careless. Any Evil Spirit, regardless of strength, must be completely eradicated.

Caution is never wrong.

After destroying the human-faced giant python, True Man Situ pointed with his finger and observed the flow of its Qi, confirming that its Evil Power was thoroughly extinguished and truly annihilated, he was relieved.

But at the same time, his expression became even more solemn.

”From now on, we need to be even more careful.”

The presence of large Evil Spirits implies that the path ahead will become increasingly difficult.

As predicted by True Man Situ, Evil Spirits increased ahead, each containing fierce energy.

These Evil Spirits could ”devour” humans, with strong and insidious desires to attack.

Fortunately, among them, the scholarly appearing Feathered Primordial Spirit hails from an aristocratic family, proficient in the Heavenly Mechanism Skill, and can manifest the Life and Spirit Cultivation Magic Treasure, the Eight Diagrams Exorcism Plate, to foresee fortunes and avert disasters.

Whenever Evil Spirits lurked ahead, or monsters disguised, the Eight Diagrams Exorcism Plate stirred, allowing the scholar to foresee, discern sincerity and falsehood, calculate the location of Evil Demons, and guide everyone to turn peril into safety.

Failing to discern monsters would lead to ambush.

Identifying monsters allows for a preemptive strike.

This back and forth, the disparity in offense and defense is enormous.

Evil Spirits and monsters, even if a dozen or two are killed, have no significant impact on the Evil God.

However, any casualty among the Divine Thought Cultivators would be a tremendous loss, greatly affecting the success or failure of the mission and even everyone’s survival.

Thus, the group cautiously proceeded in an area swarming with Evil Spirits, remaining apprehensive and advancing step by step.

After a few more battles along the way, eradicating several ferocious Evil Spirits, the scenery before them changed, revealing a desolate dry forest.

Above the desiccated forest hung countless dense objects.

True Man Situ looked up, his heart trembling, and hurriedly said:

”Don’t look!”

The crowd was puzzled but adhered to True Man Situ’s command, averting their gaze from the dry forest.

”Don’t look, don’t listen, go left and keep moving forward without turning back.”

The group heeded True Man Situ’s words, lowering their heads, gazes fixed on the ground, ignoring all sounds, proceeding along the left side, bypassing the dry forest.

Amidst the crowd, the last to walk was the wandering Taoist.

With his gaze lowered, he kept moving forward when suddenly a rough and hoarse voice sounded in his ear:

”Look at me...”

”Look at me...”

...

The Taoist, curious, naturally wanted to turn and see who was speaking to him.

But his rational mind reminded him not to trust this trap of the Evil Spirit.

So, he gathered his thoughts, focusing only on the ground.

But as he watched, the ground seemed to blur, and a clearer voice echoed in his ear: