The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2263: The Heaven Class Escape ’Kill

The heavenly prides descend into depravity, butchering one another until their Dao hearts shatter utterly, becoming vessels for the Demon Path.

The crisis proved far graver than Mo Hua had anticipated.

"Find the others as soon as possible," Mo Hua declared gravely.

Strangers might not matter, but he couldn't overlook the junior brothers from his sect who had battled beside him.

If not located swiftly, as the Evil Formation persists and blood mist expands, escape becomes impossible for any of them. Malicious thoughts will corrupt their minds, hurling them into savage massacres, slaying or slain in blood. The direst fate sees evil spirits devouring their brains, reducing them to puppets of evil, mindless carrion like shambling dead with horrific repercussions.

Situ Jian and the rest, sensing the peril's weight, nodded solemnly.

Mo Hua wasted no time, extending his Divine Sense to scan the area, fingers gripping Copper Coins to divine causality, tracing signs of fellow Taixu Gate disciples.

Shortly after, Mo Hua's gaze dimmed faintly as he commanded, "Follow me."

He then unleashed his movement technique, summoning a sheen of water light, and sped toward a foreboding dead forest.

The group pursued closely, activating their movement skills to match his pace.

Deep into the dead forest, blood fog thickened intensely, miasma deepened, and blood-drenched thorns writhed like ravenous serpents and vermin.

Amid the woods, crimson leeches slithered about freely.

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed sharply as he turned to warn, "Follow behind me, and do not step out of line."

"Yes!"

All nodded in agreement. Though the blood-hued evil spirits lay hidden ahead, their junior brother's stern visage hinted at lurking strangeness.

His junior brother's counsel carried profound wisdom.

In this moment, precise obedience to the junior brother's directives was essential.

Such insight came from their long years as Taixu Gate disciples.

Mo Hua gave a nod and pressed onward, guiding everyone clear of the crimson evil spirits, delving deeper.

Mo Hua had now mastered the God-slaying method and out-of-body technique.

He could eradicate every one of these blood-colored evil spirits with a single sword strike.

Yet evil spirits infested the dead forest endlessly; purging them all was futile, and expending Divine Sense unwisely.

Besides, within this Evil Path Great Formation, unforeseen demonic perils awaited; conserving power ahead was vital.

In the dead forest, scarlet leeches hovered through the air, their razor mouths twisting, primed to latch unseen onto a cultivator's brow upon approach, burrowing into the Sea of Consciousness for a voracious feast.

Under Mo Hua's lead, Taixu Gate disciples evaded these fiends entirely unscathed.

The group advanced further through a stretch of the dead forest when Mo Hua abruptly cautioned, "Be careful."

His words barely landed amid rustling branches when another silhouette charged forth.

Taut with tension the whole way, Cheng Mo flinched and swung his axe with full might, only to hear Mo Hua call:

"Don’t kill."

Cheng Mo yanked back his power at once, veering the axe blade from vitals, carving instead across the intruder's back and sending him tumbling down.

Situ and others then pinned him firmly, peering closely, their faces draining of color instantly:

"Ouyang Xuan!" .

Ouyang Xuan, restrained to the ground by Cheng Mo, looked half-man half-phantom, hissing and thrashing ceaselessly.

His Taixu Gate Daoist robe, caked in filth and gore, obscured recognition at first glance.

Beholding his wretched form, Taixu Gate disciples felt icy dread grip their hearts, eyes turning to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua's face grew somber as he examined Ouyang Xuan briefly, then sighed softly:

"The brain hasn’t been eaten completely, fortunately..."

Relief washed over the group as well.

Yet Ouyang Xuan writhed on; neither ending nor abandoning him served.

"Hold his head, make him look at me," Mo Hua ordered.

Cheng Mo and Situ seized Ouyang Xuan's head, forcing it toward Mo Hua.

Ouyang Xuan's eyes blazed blood-red, crimson intruders swirling in the pupils, fixed in feral glare upon Mo Hua.

Mo Hua's gaze deepened profoundly, golden gleam flashing; a strand of Divine Thought coalesced into subtle sword qi, lancing into Ouyang Xuan's eyes.

From frenzied demon-like howls and struggles, Ouyang Xuan's head quivered, eyes drifting shut slowly as coma claimed him.

Mo Hua sighed faintly.

The approach was rough-hewn, yet urgency allowed no refinement.

"Take him with us, we’ll go find the others," Mo Hua directed.

Ouyang Xuan's power wasn't feeble, so the others' predicaments likely mirrored this horror.

Time slipped away; they had to hurry.

Thereafter, Mo Hua unleashed Divine Sense once more, employing causal divination to detect auras, hunting further Taixu Gate disciples.

En route, demonic atrocities unfolded everywhere.

Flesh-shrouded demon beasts dangled inverted from trees, poised to gorge on humans.

Roadside thorns, gorged on mortal blood, sloughed their husks.

Disciples ensnared by evil spirits raged mindlessly in desperate clashes.

Dispersed, terrified sect brethren cowered in hiding, voices laced with despair.

A colossal, malformed terror assembled from human and demon limbs drifted overhead, its vast grotesque vertical eye surveying the entire dead forest, hunting prey.

This paramount evil spirit, radiating intense malicious intent, loomed squarely in Mo Hua's path.

Its massive, warped eye locked onto Mo Hua.

Mo Hua lifted his gaze, observing it silently.

Time appeared to halt.

Soon, the great evil spirit quietly averted its stare, acting as if blind to Mo Hua, form quaking subtly while drifting leisurely aside.

Its motions stayed feather-light, languid, exceedingly deferential, shunning any obstruction of Mo Hua's way.