The Quest for Immortality

Mo Hua’s heart tightened. He looked up, and saw the pitch-black night sky bright as day.

Up above, a Cultivator strode through the air. Pure white sword aura spread around him like wings, guarding his body—brilliant, ethereal, like an Immortal.

Striding through the air!

Feathered Immortal!

This was Feather Transformation—the power in its true sense.

And this Feather Transformation Realm True Man seemed to be a Great Commander of the Taoist Court’s side. At this moment he drew with two fingers, and a heaven-rending Sword Qi fell straight down like a broken cliff.

When the Sword Qi plunged into the Great Wilderness Sect Cultivators’ ranks, Spiritual Power crashed like a landslide, splitting open the earth.

Whether Qi Refinement, Foundation Establishment, or Golden Core, all of them were shredded to nothing in an instant by that dazzling Feather Transformation Sword Qi.

The might of a single sword, to such an extent.

Mo Hua’s heart and mind were shaken; he stared, stunned.

And while the Feather Transformation Sword Cultivator used Feather Transformation Sword Qi to butcher the Great Wilderness Sect Cultivators, a streak of yellow light also shot up from the Great Wilderness Sect’s camp.

A Feathered Immortal of the Great Wilderness Sect, tiger patterns on his back, body like a raging tiger, Blood Qi surging to the heavens, stepped directly into the air. One fist blasted out and he clashed with the Taoist Court’s Feather Transformation Sword Cultivator.

With each fist and each sword crossing, a violent shock spread out.

All Cultivators affected by the shock of this Spiritual Power, whether of the Taoist Court or the Great Wilderness Sect, were all shredded.

The Feather Transformation Sword Cultivator dodged the tiger-patterned big man, then slashed again toward the Great Wilderness Sect’s lines, massacring countless Great Wilderness Sect Cultivators.

The tiger-patterned big man sneered coldly, then turned toward the Taoist Soldiers of the Taoist Court and let out a bestial roar. The sound of this tiger’s roar was ferocious and overflowing with malice; in the blink of an eye it made several Golden Core Commanders of the Taoist Court and many Foundation Cultivation Taoist Soldiers’ flesh steam away, leaving only jagged White Bone.

The battlefield instantly became all the more brutal.

Mo Hua felt a chill deep in his heart.

This was what a Feathered Immortal Cultivator truly was.

On the battlefield, soaring through the skies, a Feather Transformation Realm True Man caring for nothing.

Looking down from on high, slaughtering low-level Cultivators was really no different than Immortals butchering mortals.

Golden Core and Feather Transformation were clearly only one major Realm apart, yet it truly felt as if a ”Heavenly Chasm” lay between, a gulf like heaven and earth.

No wonder Golden Core was still only called Great cultivator. Once you reached Feather Transformation, you could be called True Man.

And in the sky, the Feather Transformation Realm slaughter continued. Several Great Commanders of the Taoist Court, as well as upper echelon Feather Transformation Realm True Men of the Great Wilderness Sect, were all joining the fray.

For a time, over Fengbo Ridge, Spiritual Power pierced the heavens, Taoist Skills reached to the earth.

Mountains collapsed, the land split, flesh flew, misery beyond human imagining.

Yang Jishan’s face was aghast. ”Feathered Immortals have joined the battle!”

Without a second thought, he immediately ordered the Yang Family Taoist Soldiers, ”Quick! Everyone! Flee to the Third Grade territory on the eastern side!”

The battlefield of Feather Transformation was pure slaughter; no one below Golden Core could withstand it.

If they stayed, once they were caught in the sweep, they would all die.

Finishing, he hastily grabbed Mo Hua. ”Come, we’re leaving together!”

Mo Hua nodded, expression grave.

Yang Jishan and Yang Jiyong then led the Yang Family Taoist Soldiers, shielding Mo Hua as they retreated together toward the Third Grade territory of Fengbo Ridge to the east.

The other Taoist Soldiers clearly had the same idea, shoving and trampling one another as they shifted toward the east and west flanks.

They were still locked in battle with the Great Wilderness Sect as they retreated.

The battlefield descended into chaos.

But before Mo Hua and the others reached the Third Grade territory, a squad suddenly appeared in front of them. Three Great Wilderness Sect Golden Core Cultivators led the group, with one to two hundred Great Wilderness Sect Foundation Establishment Cultivators behind them.

When the two sides met, one Great Wilderness Sect Golden Core said:

”That’s Yang Jishan. Kill them!”

Seeing that the enemy had a full three Golden Cores, Yang Jishan’s heart sank. But their paths crossed in this narrow place, there was nowhere to escape. He could only brace his spear and charge in to kill.

Yet one against three was exceedingly difficult.

Moreover, among the Great Wilderness Sect’s side there were two Initial Golden Core and one Golden Core Middle Stage.

Yang Jishan’s cultivation was only Initial Golden Core, and he had already gone through several bouts of fighting. Naturally his Strength was running low; surrounded by the three Great Wilderness Sect Golden Core Cultivators, his moves grew more and more sluggish.

Once he was defeated, the rest of the Yang Family Cultivators could only be slaughtered to the last by the Great Wilderness Sect.

This, perhaps, was another form of death omen.

Mo Hua’s expression grew heavy; he wanted to use the Soul-Shocking Sword again to help Yang Jishan kill enemies.

But Yang Jishan was now besieged by three men, the pressure immense. He could only barely hold on.

Even if the Soul-Shocking Sword created an opening, he would have no spare strength to kill the Great Wilderness Sect Golden Core.

If he took action himself, directly using the Godslaying Sword...

That would inevitably trigger fateful evilness.

On such a battlefield filled with blind blades and arrows, to trigger fateful evilness and let the Gui Tao’s Evil Qi backlash upon yourself was no different from seeking death.

Mo Hua had no choice but to temporarily use some Formations and Five Elements Spells to hold back the three Great Wilderness Sect Golden Cores.

But just as he made a move, a lanky Golden Core from the Great Wilderness Sect shot him a sharp look and said toward Mo Hua:

”It’s this brat!”

”The one the Young Master wants!”

”Grab him! Or kill him.”

”The Young Master said, alive we must see the man, dead we must see the corpse.”

The two Initial Golden Core Cultivators of the Great Wilderness Sect immediately moved to kill Mo Hua, leaving the Golden Core Middle Stage to continue fighting Yang Jishan.

But the two Initial Golden Core Cultivators clearly couldn’t catch Mo Hua.

Mo Hua’s figure was like water; with a light flash he slipped out from between the two Golden Cores’ blockade.

”Fuck, this brat—what kind of freak...”

”Isn’t he Foundation Establishment? Two Golden Cores still can’t grab him?”

”Enough nonsense, move!”

The lanky Great Wilderness Sect Golden Core continued to wield a Poisoned Hook, twisting it toward Mo Hua’s neck to kill him.

The other Golden Core swung a Wolf Fang Club at Mo Hua’s head.

But Mo Hua’s body turned into water mist, and he dodged again.

The two Great Wilderness Sect Golden Cores cursed, then rushed in to entangle him once more.

Seeing Mo Hua in danger, Yang Jishan wanted to help. But with his cultivation too low, he was being suppressed so hard he could barely breathe by the Golden Core Middle Stage Great Wilderness Sect Cultivator wielding a ghost-headed saber. He could only burn with anxiety, his face filled with worry.

Yang Jiyong was only at Foundation Establishment Peak, and was wounded as well, trapped in the encirclement of Great Wilderness Sect Disciples, fighting bitterly.

Entangled by the two Golden Cores, Mo Hua quickly surveyed the situation, his heart sinking slightly.

He knew that if this dragged on, things would turn bad.

The death omen he had foretold was going to come true again...

Mo Hua frowned slightly, then glanced at Yang Jishan. He wove a thread of Divine Thought into his voice and said softly:

”Leader Yang, hurry and go!”

Yang Jishan was startled.

Mo Hua then turned a cold face toward the three Great Wilderness Sect Golden Cores. ”That bastard Young Master sent you to catch me?”

”Bastard...” The lanky Golden Core subconsciously repeated the word, then immediately reacted and slapped himself across the mouth. ”Ptui... You dare call the Young Master a bastard? Brat, you deserve death!”

Mo Hua sneered. ”Did I say anything wrong? If he’s not the Great Wilderness’s bastard, then what is he?”

This line enraged the three Great Wilderness Sect Golden Cores even more.

”You dare insult the Young Master—once I catch you, I’ll carve you up with a thousand cuts!”

”Grind your bones to dust!”

Mo Hua curled his lip in contempt. ”With movement techniques like you three wastes, even if you became dogs to snatch shit, you wouldn’t get to it while it’s still warm.”

”Brat, you’re looking for death!”

The Golden Core Middle Stage Cultivator in Great Wilderness Sect Battle Armor wielding the ghost-headed saber was instantly furious beyond words. He abandoned Yang Jishan and raised his blade to kill Mo Hua.

As ripples of water spread, Mo Hua flickered aside, dodging the slash. Then he gave him a mocking smile and directly activated his movement technique to flee.

This was naked provocation.

The other two Great Wilderness Sect Golden Cores, one hooking with the Poisoned Hook, one hammering with the Wolf Fang Club, struck only water mist, failing to stop Mo Hua.

”Fuck! Big Bro!” The lanky Golden Core looked to the Golden Core Middle Stage Great Wilderness Sect Cultivator.

The Golden Core Middle Stage Great Wilderness Sect Cultivator spat a curse. ”Chase! We must get the Young Master’s man. If the Young Master isn’t pleased, we’ll have no way to explain to the Mistress.”

”Right!”

”Strip this brat’s skin and pull out his tendons!”

The three Great Wilderness Sect Golden Cores immediately abandoned the Yang Family Taoist Soldiers and charged after Mo Hua.

Yang Jishan wanted to give chase, but after prolonged battle, exhausted and badly wounded, he had no strength left to save Mo Hua.

He could only watch with his eyes wide open as Mo Hua, alone, drew away the three Great Wilderness Sect Golden Core Cultivators with powerful cultivation, for the sake of the Yang Family Taoist Soldiers of their entire camp.

Blood at the corner of his mouth, Yang Jishan’s heart was filled with both shame and regret.