The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2345: Viviparous Demon 2

At the Fourth Grade Feather Transformation and Fifth Grade Heaven Void stages, cultivators possess formidable telekinetic abilities. However, this "strength" is primarily about quantity, lacking qualitative change or the integration of "laws." In contrast, some terrifying evil spirits and demon monsters are naturally endowed with "laws" in their telekinesis.

The phenomenon known as "pollution" by evil spirits is, at its core, a manifestation of these telekinetic "laws." Beyond "pollution," evil spirits' telekinesis can manifest as "corrosion," "corruption," "parasitism," "devouring," "control," and "assimilation," all terrifying transformations infused with the power of laws.

These profound insights into the Divine Way were painstakingly gathered and documented by generations of Heavenly Mechanism Cultivators from the Mystery Valley. They accumulated this knowledge through direct experience, observation, tragic demises, and transformations endured while confronting the world of evil thoughts and potent nightmares.

This inherent power of laws makes evil spirits exceptionally dangerous.

Compounding the threat is the fact that the presence of "pollution" or other malevolent law-based powers within an evil spirit is not outwardly apparent and follows no predictable pattern.

A powerful Fourth Grade evil spirit might simply be a concentration of lingering resentment. While difficult to vanquish, its destruction leads to its dispersal, posing no further threat. Yet, a lesser Second Grade ghost could possess the innate "parasitic" power.

Unless completely annihilated from the outset with significant effort, succumbing to its parasitism can turn even a Feather Transformation cultivator into a mere "blood bag," subjected to the ghost's incessant torment of the divine sense.

Granted, a Feather Transformation cultivator's divine thought is robust enough to resist noticing such constant erosion for a considerable time.

Nevertheless, years of "brain-sucking" by a small ghost will eventually deplete the divine sense, inflicting damage upon its very origin.

Eventually, should the small ghost mature into a Third Grade or even a Fourth Grade Fierce Ghost, it transforms into a deadly "evil tumor," capable of causing the demise of a Feather Transformation cultivator.

All these grim realities are the hard-won lessons recorded by successive generations of cultivators within the Mystery Valley.

Battles against evil spirits transcend mere contests of divine thought "strength"; they are rigorous trials of the Daoist heart, willpower, determination, and unwavering vigilance.

A cultivator might vanquish ten thousand evil spirits.

Yet, falling victim to pollution from a single one spells their end.

It is precisely because of these myriad anxieties that True Man Situ and his entourage proceeded with extreme caution and deliberate slowness.

Despite dispatching numerous evil spirits, each victory only amplified their apprehension rather than easing their minds.

Every evil spirit slain represented a further depletion of their divine thought.

Furthermore, the lingering question remained: had these evil spirits truly been "killed"?

Though they appeared vanquished on the surface, the cultivators themselves harbored doubt about the finality of their victories.

Even more unsettling was the uncertainty regarding whether their primordial spirits had been inadvertently contaminated in the process of dispatching these entities.

Initially, such worries did not occupy their thoughts.

However, as the surrounding darkness deepened, as they vanquished more evil spirits, as their primordial spirits grew more depleted, the mounting psychological pressure intensified, fueling a growing internal doubt.

Artifacts like the Red Gold Cup, the Beidou Seven Stars Formations, and various divine thought treasures could repel external malicious thoughts and fend off evil spirits, but they offered no shield for the human heart.

Humanity's inherent weaknesses and the numerous flaws deep within the heart remain susceptible.

Under such immense pressure, these flaws within the human heart become progressively amplified.

True Man Situ recognized this peril swiftly. Observing the nascent blemishes in his own heart and the faltering expressions of his companions, he issued a command with resolute clarity:

"Guard your Daoist heart!"

This urgent cry jolted everyone, prompting them to immediately employ spiritual techniques, reinforce their inner defenses, and dispel the encroaching gloom.

Cultivators dedicated to the path of Divine Thought are characterized by their firm Daoist hearts, or at the very least, their persistent resolve. They possess a mental fortitude far exceeding that of ordinary cultivators.

Thus, the group pressed onward.

The environment remained oppressively dark and fraught with peril. Blood streams, flesh swamps, bone forests, and nests of malevolence were omnipresent. Obstacles such as spectral visages, arachnid horrors, and skeletal demons continuously obstructed their path, transforming each step into a perilous undertaking.

Gritting their teeth, they pressed onward, dispatching foes one by one without hesitation, inching deeper into the heart of the nightmare.

After an indeterminate number of brutal encounters, when their divine senses grew numb, a colossal Black Mountain finally loomed before them.

An intense aura, akin to black mist, radiated from the mountain, carrying the presence of an Evil God.

Barbaric Wilderness, the last Evil God Mountain.

"We've arrived!"

A surge of disbelief and excitement coursed through True Man Situ. Had it not been for his unyielding Dao heart, clinging precariously to existence, he might have begun to doubt their ability to reach this place.

However, before True Man Situ could even contemplate a moment of respite, the air before him crackled with malevolent energy, punctuated by a bone-chilling roar.

Emerging from the shadows of the Evil God Mountain, a monstrous evil spirit, comparable in size to a small hill, slowly materialized.

The sight of it caused a palpable shift in everyone's demeanor.

This formidable evil spirit was classified as Fourth Grade, teetering on the very precipice of its peak.

Its hulking form resembled a miniature mountain itself, a grotesque amalgamation of disparate human and demonic beast limbs, reminiscent of a Thousand Corpse Evil Spirit – cruel and utterly terrifying.

"The Mountain Guardian Spirit..."

This formidable entity appeared to be the largest and final guardian preceding the Evil God Mountain.

The Mountain Guardian Corpse Spirit exuded a potent, putrid aura, and viscous black fluid dripped incessantly from its maw.

True Man Situ declared with grim resolve:

"We must slay it..."

Without delay, he unleashed the power of the Six Yang Red Gold Cup, projecting a searing beam of light that engulfed the Mountain Guardian Corpse Spirit.

As the golden-red radiance struck the monstrous entity, white smoke instantly billowed forth.

The Mountain Guardian Corpse Spirit emitted a piercing shriek, a sound that directly assaulted their very souls.