The Quest for Immortality

Second-Grade Formation!

And not just any ordinary Second-Grade Formation, but at least a Second Grade Initial Stage Twelve, perhaps even Thirteen Stripes, Killing Formation!

Yellow Skin trembled in his heart, widened his eyes, and immediately threw away the dignity of a Mountain God, shouting out,

"Young friend! Young friend!"

"Let’s talk it over!"

Mo Hua ignored him and continued with the formation...

Yellow Skin grit his teeth and yelled, "Young master, my little ancestor!"

"I’m begging you, stop drawing, if you draw any more, it’s going to cost me my life!"

It had not been easy for it to condense this damaged body, and if it were to be blown up again, it really might be scattered to the winds, never to recover...

It wasn’t that he really wanted to stop, but that he couldn’t continue drawing.

His Divine Sense was strong, but using such a difficult method of Divine Sense to lay out formations, drawing a Second Grade Thirteen Stripes Earth Fire Formation, was already somewhat strenuous.

Setting up the Golden Lock Formation before had consumed a lot of Divine Sense.

Now this Second-Grade Earth Fire Formation probably couldn’t be completed, and even if he managed to finish it, his Divine Sense would be close to exhaustion.

Moreover, since Yellow Skin was being so reasonable, even calling him "my little ancestor," Mo Hua decided to be magnanimous and let it off for now.

Mo Hua walked up to Yellow Skin and asked,

"You wanted to harm me?"

Yellow Skin replied helplessly, "I just wanted to scare you..."

Mo Hua, puzzled, "For no reason, why would you scare me?"

Yellow Skin gave a bitter smile, "Your Divine Sense is somewhat peculiar, as soon as you entered, you started staring at the Mountain God effigy, as if you saw something..."

"I was afraid that you would find out my secrets and bring disaster upon me, so I wanted to scare you into leaving early. I had no other ill intentions..."

"Oh..." Mo Hua nodded with half-belief and then asked, "Who are you?"

Yellow Skin said, "I am the Mountain God of this place..."

Mo Hua raised his eyebrow, "Nonsense, the Mountain God here was slain!"

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Yellow Skin hastily said, "I dare not deceive you, young friend. I truly am the Mountain God, named Lord Yellow Mountain. I am covered with yellow demon skin, my surname is Yellow, and I am a Mountain God, thus called ’Mountain Lord’..."

"Originally, when I was cultivating the Tao, something went wrong, and evil thoughts arose, which is why I was cut down by a cultivator of the Righteous Dao..."

"But because my roots were profound, I still had a glimmer of life left."

"These years, I presided over this broken temple, dispelling miasma and repelling demons, providing a place for traveling cultivators to rest, thus creating a bit of good karma."

"Plus, with the Mountain God effigy being worshipped, I received a bit of incense offerings."

"That’s how I managed to condense this damaged body, but my strength is much less than before, just barely clinging to life..."

Lord Yellow Mountain sighed.

Seeing his expression did not seem fake, Mo Hua reluctantly believed him a little but still crisply threatened,

"You’d better not be deceiving me, otherwise, I will eat you!"

Lord Yellow Mountain was startled and couldn’t help but laugh.

Thought to himself that after all, it’s just a child, not knowing how to threaten someone.

He himself was a Divine Consciousness Entity, how could he...

Suddenly, Lord Yellow Mountain’s heart chilled. As soon as the word "eat" came to mind, he felt a pull on karma and couldn’t help but feel terror.

"This..."

Could this young cultivator really consume him?

No... Perhaps he had already consumed quite a few...

Lord Yellow Mountain opened his mouth, eyes filled with horror.

"What on earth is this young cultivator, and why is he more frightening than I am?"

Lord Yellow Mountain wished he could slap himself.

How could he be so unlucky to have provoked this little calamity?! When this little ancestor entered the door, why didn’t he just hide inside the clay effigy and play dead?

Why did he have to be cheap and take a glance at him?

With that one glance, he almost lost his old life...

Lord Yellow Mountain felt bitter in his heart.

But Mo Hua, examining Lord Yellow Mountain, suddenly asked,

"I’ll ask you a few questions."

Lord Yellow Mountain immediately retracted his demon form, revealing his original appearance with a human body and demon face, and said respectfully,

"Gentleman, please ask!"

Mo Hua asked, "Your essence is Divine Thought, but in the end, are you human, or are you a monster? And as for the Mountain God... what exactly is it?"

"How does one qualify as a ’god’?"

Mo Hua asked several questions in quick succession.

Lord Yellow Mountain was somewhat surprised.

He had thought this young cultivator, with such formidable abilities and profound knowledge of Divine Thought Slaughter, must have an extremely profound family heritage. Yet, the questions asked were somewhat inconsistent in depth.

Things he shouldn’t have known, he knew, and not just knew, but to a frighteningly profound extent.

But things he should have known seemed to be rather limited in his knowledge...

"Is it an incomplete inheritance, or did the master only teach him half..."

Lord Yellow Mountain speculated in his heart but didn’t dare to withhold information.

He was afraid this young cultivator was "deceiving" him, pretending not to understand what he actually did, and then seizing on his own words to "devour" him.

One’s path in Tao Cultivation is fraught with peril, and it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility...

Lord Yellow Mountain said:

"All entities of Divine Consciousness in the world, just like cultivators’ Divine Sense, malicious spirits’ ghost thoughts, and evil spirits’ evil thoughts, are all illusory and not real ’Thought Bodies’."

"Ghosts are Thought Bodies."

"When a cultivator reaches their limit, and their body dies and their Tao fades, the transformed Divine Thought usually becomes a ghost."

"These ghosts and evil spirits, having scattered and mutated consciousness, consume human divine sense to sustain their own ghost thoughts, especially the divine sense of their close relatives, which to ghosts is an especially nourishing substance."

"’God’ is also a type of Thought Body."

"But becoming a god is very demanding and relates to the Great Dao, cause and effect, offerings, incense worship, and the like."

"I’m just a minor Mountain God, given some incense offerings, worshipped by believers, and by chance acquired the Mountain God Position, but more profound matters... I don’t understand..."

"Especially..."

Lord Yellow Mountain showed a look of fear, "In this world, it is said that there are ancient, supreme beings like Monster Gods, Evil Gods, and Demon Gods..."

"These beings are unseen, unknown, and almost ’Dao,’ almost ’Immortal’..."

Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart.

This world of cultivation was seemingly bigger, deeper, more terrifying, and more complex than he had imagined...

Mo Hua took another look at Lord Yellow Mountain and asked doubtfully:

"Mountain God, you cultivate the Righteous Dao, so that’s good, right?"

Lord Yellow Mountain smiled awkwardly, "That is generally the case... At least the divine sense is clear, desiring incense worship, wanting to form good connections, reaping good fruits..."

"Then why did you become bad before, and even got chopped?" Mo Hua asked curiously.

Lord Yellow Mountain, as if stabbed in the heart, hesitated for a moment before saying helplessly,

"That... alas, it’s hard to avoid missteps in cultivation..."

"I was too complacent as a Mountain God, and my Divine Thought hadn’t grown for a long time, so I took to perverse ideas and ate... ate a few people..."

Mo Hua’s gaze turned cold.

Lord Yellow Mountain felt a chill over his entire body and immediately said, "Not ’me,’ but the previous ’me’..."

Mo Hua’s face stiffened, "The you from before isn’t you anymore?"

Lord Yellow Mountain wished he could cry but helplessly replied, "Evil thoughts grew, one body, two thoughts; I had no control..."

"Then what?"

"After that... after eating a few people, my Divine Thought might have been tainted, but it definitely grew stronger. Just when ’Ino, the previous me—was complacently satisfied with myself, I was figured out by a cultivator from a nearby Righteous Dao Sect..."

"There was a White-Robed Sword Cultivator, with a profound level of cultivation, who chopped me down with a single sword..."

"After getting chopped, due to the good karma I had accumulated earlier, I was left with the faintest breath..."

"That Sword Cultivator said things like ’Heaven values all life,’ ’one death, one life, should not be cut off,’ and ’to leave a line of survival,’ and let me go."

"But he also warned me that if I committed evil again, he would utterly exterminate me."

"So, young Gentleman, I really don’t dare to harm you..."

Lord Yellow Mountain wished he could open his heart for Mo Hua to see.

"Mhm mhm." Mo Hua nodded, then suddenly remembered another question and asked:

"You are a Mountain God, a Divine Consciousness Entity, so how did that Sword Cultivator, with a sword, chop you?"

"It was..."

Seemingly recalling that moment, Lord Yellow Mountain’s eyes still held immense terror.

"Divine Thought into sword..."

Mo Hua was momentarily stunned, then his eyes lit up.

Divine Thought...

Into sword!!