The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2295: Sacred Relic of the Great Wilderness

"Impossible!" Shangguan Wang's expression darkened deeply, "Utterly impossible!"

A chilling laugh escaped him, "How could such a young punk possess a special Eternal Life Rune?"

"He may deceive the masses, but tricking me? No chance!"

"The records for his entry into the Taixu Gate came straight from my Shangguan family. He's nothing but a destitute Loose Cultivator from some backwater in Li State. An illegitimate son of a Sect Leader or a direct heir of an Ancestor? Pure fabrication to embellish his status, that's all."

"What sort of family lineage does he even claim? What solid backing? With that pathetic Spiritual Root, how could he be the progeny of any High-Rank cultivator?"

"So then, where's this supreme expert? Where's the ancestor willing to implant a special Eternal Life Rune into him?"

"Unless it's a Demon Path Ancestor sacrificing blood and resources for a body seizure. Otherwise, what pinnacle master would forsake their own Origin to embed a Rune in some unrelated brat? Insanity!"

Mockery twisted across Shangguan Wang's features.

Mr. Tu stayed silent without countering; deep down, he deemed Shangguan Wang's arguments quite logical.

Mo Hua lacks any right to such a treasure.

Even as the Qianxue Array Dao Leader boasting matchless Formation prowess, he still doesn't meet the criteria.

The absence of a blood-bound Heaven Void Ancestor seals it.

Blood ties matter immensely.

Raw talent alone won't summon swarms of Heaven Void Ancestors eager to bestow Eternal Life Runes.

Typically, Heaven Void Ancestors—despite their Great Dao feeling out of reach and lifespans waning—entrust their special Eternal Life Rune only to their nearest, most cherished blood kin.

Without that blood connection, why bother implanting it for you?

Mo Hua's origins make it flat-out impossible for him to boast such an "ancestor" planting a Rune.

Nevertheless, Mr. Tu's brow creased.

Even absent a special Eternal Life Rune, Mo Hua exudes a subtle, disturbing presence.

It's like slaying him would trigger some nightmarish backlash.

This sensation resembled more an "oracle" from the Divine Lord than simple Heavenly secret perception.

Divine safeguarding?

A guardian artifact from the Taixu Gate?

Or profound karma linked to him?

Coldness sharpened in Mr. Tu's eyes.

Noticing Mr. Tu's prolonged silence, Shangguan Wang suggested, "This kid can't possibly hold an Eternal Life Rune, so why not just..."

Mr. Tu shot back icily, "Then why doesn't Elder Wang step up and slay him himself?"

Shangguan Wang hesitated, pondered briefly, then went quiet too.

True enough, he yearned to see Mo Hua perish.

Yet confronting the act personally, Shangguan Wang abruptly grasped that, as a Feather Transformation Realm clan elder, he lacked the courage to strike Mo Hua down with his own hands.

Unforeseen repercussions from Mo Hua's demise loomed unknown.

One fact stood clear: slaying Mo Hua would forge him into the arch-nemesis of every Taixu Gate cultivator.

To Taixu Gate disciples, he'd have murdered their Junior Brother;

To Taixu Sect Elders, he'd have slain their Formation Leader.

Mo Hua enjoyed immense favor among Taixu Gate elders.

Eliminating Mo Hua meant gravely provoking the Taixu Gate's Heaven Void Ancestors, dooming him to annihilation.

Taixu Gate's Ancestor Xun, a Fifth-grade Formation Master, often seemed mild-mannered and bookish, yet harbored bottomless might.

The other ancestors proved equally formidable.

Not forgetting the far more dreadful Sword Dao Ancestor confined in the Taixu Gate's Back Hill Forbidden Area...

This realization made Shangguan Wang's insides twist in dread.

He craved Mo Hua's demise.

But even as a Feathered Immortal, he couldn't muster the will to touch a single strand of Mo Hua's hair.

Grasping Shangguan Wang's mindset, Mr. Tu sneered inwardly but, to preserve alliance with this Feathered Immortal elder, declared:

"We'll await the Divine Lord's revival to settle this issue."

"Under the Divine Lord's invincible shield, Mo Hua's fate—be it death, soul-refining, mercy, or corruption—poses no further concern."

Shangguan Wang's pupils quivered faintly as he bowed, "The Divine Lord's wisdom reigns supreme; everything rests in the Divine Lord's hands."

Mr. Tu nodded, "Everything aligns with the Divine Lord's decree."

Shangguan Wang repeated, "All per the Divine Lord's decree." With that, he fell silent, cast Mr. Tu a glance, and departed.

Once Shangguan Wang was gone, Mr. Tu lingered motionless, his ashen face expressionless and frosty, though turmoil churned within.

He recognized the validity in Shangguan Wang's fears.

Mo Hua bore excessive karma; sparing him invited massive peril.

And...

Mr. Tu's brows knitted tight.

He mulled over Mo Hua extensively, but the deeper his thoughts delved, the more baffling Mo Hua appeared, increasingly elusive.

Mo Hua resembled a "hedgehog," covered in prickles, tough to grasp.

In Mr. Tu's view, pinning down a solid image of Mo Hua proved elusive.

A penniless Loose Cultivator with inferior Spiritual Root who stumbled into a Great Sect by fortune?

The prime disciple of the Taixu Gate, among the Eight Great Gates?

A freakish Formation Leader?

Or a sword debate whiz overpowering five foes simultaneously?

Spiritual Cultivator? Sword Cultivator? Formation Master?

Each facet rang partially true, yet none captured the whole.

Mr. Tu's visage grew somber, his crimson eyes swirling erratically as he dissected every strand of Mo Hua's karma.

Through prolonged contemplation, a scarlet gleam flashed in Mr. Tu's eyes; abrupt insight dawned, unveiling the full truth: