The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2296: Great Wilderness Sacred Relic (part 2)

"All techniques interconnect, the movement skill dazzles with finesse, sword wielding defies distances, Formation Demon... it looks diverse, yet boils down to only two words..."

"Divine Sense!"

"All that this kid depends on stems from his Divine Sense!"

"No..."

Mr. Tu’s pupils abruptly shrank, his stare turning grave.

Maybe it’s merely one word:

God!

...

The next day.

Within the Great Wilderness Prison dungeon.

The sky had brightened outside, yet the prison stayed shrouded in gloom, blurring day from night, black from white, humans from demons.

Mr. Tu, draped in a jet-black demon robe, clutched an ancient bronze chest as he entered the chilling, terrifying dungeon. When he raised his eyes, he beheld Mo Hua nestled under a small blanket, slumbering cozily and peacefully—prompting his own eyelids to twitch involuntarily.

He lingered there, gripping the chest, gazing vacantly like a loyal "old servant" awaiting the "young master" to rise and prepare, though his eyes grew colder by the moment.

After some time, Mo Hua stirred awake.

Under Mr. Tu’s frosty stare, drifting back to sleep proved impossible.

Mo Hua yawned, sat upright, stretched lazily, then rose to fold the little blanket neatly before finally glancing at Mr. Tu nearby, offering a greeting:

"Good morning, Gentleman."

Mr. Tu stayed silent.

Mo Hua pretended not to notice, inquiring: "By the way, I still don’t know your surname, Gentleman?"

"Tu." Mr. Tu responded icily.

Mo Hua nodded, "Good morning, Mr. Tu."

Mr. Tu eyed Mo Hua coolly, "I’ve brought you a gift."

"A gift?" Mo Hua blinked in surprise.

Mr. Tu unveiled the bronze chest, exposing the bone circlet within, adorned with a milky-white tooth from some unknown beast, its origins lost to time, inscribed with crimson ancient runes and marred by fissures.

"This supreme treasure was crafted personally by a Great Wilderness Clan master millennia ago, and now I present it to you—try it on." Mr. Tu stated coldly.

Mo Hua eyed the archaic bone circlet solemnly, "This gift... is far too valuable. I’ve done nothing to deserve it."

Mr. Tu replied: "A senior’s gift cannot be refused."

Mo Hua demurred humbly: "I’m not worthy."

Mr. Tu shook his head, "Across all cultivators in the Qian Learning State Boundary, and even among every Divine Lord follower in this temple, only you deserve this supreme treasure."

Mr. Tu’s voice carried admiration, his resolve firm.

Mo Hua, "unable to decline such generosity," yet reluctant to take this sinister "bone contraption," whispered to Mr. Tu:

"This... what is it precisely? What does it do?"

Mr. Tu answered softly: "Place it on your head, and you’ll understand."

Mo Hua hesitated to don it, but Mr. Tu’s look made clear refusal wasn’t an option.

Thus, Mo Hua tried fastening the tooth talisman circlet onto his head.

Instantly upon securing it, the bone circlet trembled, akin to a monstrous beast baring its jaws, sprouting fangs that "gnawed" into Mo Hua’s scalp, lodging into points like Tianchong, Fubai, Fengchi, Tianzhu, Yuzhen, Baihui, and more.

The ancient tooth talisman acted like the tusks of a primordial savage beast, clamping perfectly onto the Shenting Acupoint at Mo Hua’s brow.

A torrent of restraining power erupted, utterly quelling Mo Hua’s Sea of Consciousness.

His Divine Sense could no longer extend outward, nor could his divinity manifest.

Mo Hua lost his composure, face draining of color in alarm, staring at Mr. Tu in dread as he cried out:

"What is this thing? Why can’t I, I..."

Mr. Tu’s face remained impassive, "Why... can’t you connect with the ’deity’ in your Sea of Consciousness anymore?"

Mo Hua’s complexion blanched sharply, lips clenched shut, speechless.

Witnessing this, Mr. Tu gave a faint nod, solidifying his earlier guesses.

The Taixu Gate harbors a "Fierce God," sworn foe of the Divine Lord.

This Fierce God qualifies as a deity too, and as such, it requires a "dwelling" or a host to "infest."

Typical deities inhabit worldly objects, erect Divine Temples, cultivate faithful, stand immovable like mountains, bestowing blessings broadly without wandering freely.

Yet the Taixu Gate’s Fierce God stands apart, far too "restless."

It lurks everywhere.

Mr. Tu surmised the Fierce God inhabits a living body of flesh and blood—nay, sharing existence with a chosen vessel isn’t an overstatement.

The top suspect at Taixu Gate is this Formation Leader boasting Super Divine Sense—Mo Hua.

Deity-related affairs demand utmost vigilance.

Mr. Tu mulled deeply, deliberating through the night before, ultimately resolving to deploy this ancient Great Wilderness relic to subdue the Evil God.

Employing this "sacred artifact" to lock down Mo Hua’s Divine Sense and restrain the "deity" within him.

Deities emerge from heaven and earth’s Dao; irrespective of rank, they transcend mortal cultivators entirely.

Furthermore, Taixu Gate’s deity is a slaughterous "Fierce God."

The fleeting clash in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons scarred Mr. Tu profoundly.

Lacking the Divine Lord’s overwhelming might, Mr. Tu stood powerless against this Fierce God.

Thankfully, this Fierce God bears a critical flaw—Mo Hua, its parasitic host.

Mastering the host equates to mastering the deity.

The infested individual serves as the deity’s earthly "puppet" and its deadliest "seal."

With Mo Hua now "sealed," the Fierce God lies neutralized.

On the flip side, isolating the Fierce God strips Mo Hua of all value.

Mr. Tu glanced once more at the frantic Mo Hua, a faint icy smirk curling his lips.

This grubby kid boasts uncanny fortune.

Unclear what stroke of fate graced his early years, earning the deity’s favor and forging a "co-existent" bond with it.