The Quest for Immortality

The chaos erupted from within, the demons were planted with devils in their Taoist hearts.

Mr. Tu’s blood ritual was interrupted, the Great Wilderness Witchcraft backfired, his divine thought was severely damaged, and his physical body was chewed upon by the frenzied Golden Core demons, losing control of the ritual.

Meanwhile, in the Nightmare of the Evil God.

At the moment Mr. Tu’s blood ritual was broken, the primordial spirit of the Xiao family’s ancestor suddenly began to twist, as if losing the ”summons” of certain powers, unable to maintain its existence in the nightmare.

The Xiao family ancestor was furious, roaring, but to no avail.

Soon, as the black mist shattered, a vortex appeared, and the primordial spirit of the Xiao family’s ancestor was directly pulled away by a blood-red force, out of the nightmare of the Evil God.

Moreover, due to the chaos in the grand hall, Mr. Tu’s injury, and the disruption of the blood ritual, the physical altar in reality was also shaken.

Along with the entire nightmare of the Evil God, a certain fluctuation appeared.

This change in situation instantly surprised True Man Situ.

He didn’t know what happened, but the experience and insight accumulated over the years in the dangerous Divine Way allowed him to grasp a sliver of opportunity at this critical moment.

A thread of thought rekindled from the ashes.

The heart that had been despairing was once again filled with a gleam of hope.

”No, there’s still a chance!”

”The Evil God can still be killed!”

True Man Situ’s mind turned rapidly:

He was trapped in the Evil God’s nightmare, unaware of what was happening outside, but he could roughly guess that while the various cultivators of Qianxue were attacking the Blood Sacrifice Array, it affected the operation of the array, constantly pressuring Mr. Tu, thereby causing him to make a mistake while presiding over the ritual. .

The breaking of the ritual was what allowed the corrupted primordial spirit of the Xiao family’s ancestor to be extracted from the nightmare.

At this moment, they were trapped in the nightmare, isolated and helpless, and only this explanation made sense.

And this meant they still had a chance.

”The Xiao family ancestor is a Fifth grade Heaven Void Realm primordial spirit. Other than the Xiao family ancestor, the Evil God’s forces do not have any other Fifth grade diviners.”

”What we, divine thought cultivators, fear is the ’contamination’ of the rules...”

”But now, we fear it no longer, because...”

True Man Situ glanced around, his heart heavy, ”We are mostly... already contaminated.”

”Since we are already contaminated, there’s no need to fear any deeper contamination.”

True Man Situ turned his head again, mustering his courage, looking at the Evil God of the Great Wilderness.

Facing the Evil God with mortal eyes.

The appearance of the Evil God grew clearer in his eyes.

It was a newborn, half-human, half-goat baby, covered in mucus, oozing black water, its skin wrinkled, and appearing somewhat weak.

But its heart pulsed with a power that struck fear into the heart.

Each beat sent a surge of evil power throughout its body.

True Man Situ suppressed his fear, reciting the heart techniques of Mystery Valley, maintaining an absolutely calm attitude towards the Evil God.

Viewing it as an ”Evil God,” True Man Situ felt only boundless coldness and an instinctive urge to submit, not daring to give rise to any will of ”resistance.”

But viewing it as a ”baby,” True Man Situ immediately felt a sense of ”insight.”

This was an ”premature” baby.

Furthermore, because he’d previously injured the divine fetus with the Seven Stars Sword, it was also a ”cesarean” baby.

Cesarean, premature, inevitably innately deficient.

And the wrinkled skin, thick amniotic fluid of the Evil God confirmed True Man Situ’s suspicions.

Which meant, there was still a chance!

Right now, at this very moment, was still when this Great Wilderness Evil God was at its most ”vulnerable.”

And they, with nothing to lose, had no more reservations.

With this thought, True Man Situ immediately shouted loudly:

”Everyone, there’s no way back, fight to the end!”

Having said this, he burned his remaining divine thought, summoning a flame of Six Yang Red Gold from the Red Gold Cup, carrying blazing flames towards the Evil God.

This was truly cutting down a deity.

True Man Situ couldn’t help but feel panic, but his gaze was icy, resolute, without the slightest retreat.

On the other side, the Daluo Sect ancestor’s expression was bitter, also wielding the Daluo Sword, striking at the Evil God.

The Spirit Talisman Sect ancestor attempted to suppress the true form of the Evil God with the Soul Suppressing Talisman.

The Little Spirit Sect ancestor used spells.

The Kunzhou Sect ancestor wielded the Thunder Wood Sword, aiming directly for the head of the infant Evil God.

But when these four Heaven Void looked at the true fetus of the Evil God with murderous intent, a bone-chilling fear suddenly descended, causing all their primordial spirits to suffocate, their attacks forcibly interrupted.

For a moment, all four Heaven Void ancestors’ pupils contracted abruptly.

They dared not act...

Dare not... slay the Evil God?!

This realization made the hearts of the four Heaven Void ancestors chill with disbelief.

The purpose of this trip was to slay the Evil God.

This was known to everyone from the beginning.

But truly being on the scene, facing the moment of slaying the Evil God, was an entirely different matter.

They were not orthodox divine thought cultivators, not having undergone strict Taoist heart tempering since childhood, unable to muster the courage to turn their blades towards a deity of evil.

They wanted to kill, but the fear within prevented them from doing so.

”Is this... a god?”

The four looked at the newly born, malformed, and ugly true form of the Evil God, feeling nothing but bone-chilling cold in an instant

True Man Situ noticed this state and sighed in his heart.

He should have realized earlier: the Evil God was simply not something that could be so easily ”slain.”

In fact, among all the cultivators present, he alone, the Chief Elder of Mystery Valley, could slightly overcome the inner fear to harbor a ”killing intent” towards the Evil God.