The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2359: Divine Authority

A tumult erupted from within; demons, seeded with devils, were planted deep within their Taoist hearts.

Mr. Tu's blood ritual met an abrupt halt. The Great Wilderness Witchcraft, meant to ensnare, instead backfired spectacularly. His divine thought suffered grievous damage, and his physical form was torn asunder by the rampaging Golden Core demons he himself had summoned, leaving him utterly out of control of his ritual.

Meanwhile, within the Nightmare of the Evil God.

At the precise moment Mr. Tu's blood ritual shattered, the primordial spirit of the Xiao family ancestor began to writhe uncontrollably. It was as if the 'summoning' force binding it to the nightmare had abruptly ceased, making its continued existence within the ethereal plane impossible.

The Xiao family ancestor roared in fury, but his protests were utterly futile.

Soon, as the swirling black mist imploded, a vortex tore open reality. The Xiao family ancestor's primordial spirit was violently ripped away by an unseen, blood-red force, ejected from the Evil God's nightmarish domain.

Furthermore, the pandemonium within the grand hall, Mr. Tu's critical injury, and the complete disruption of the blood ritual sent reverberations through the physical altar standing in the real world.

Alongside this, the entire Nightmare of the Evil God experienced a significant, unyielding fluctuation.

This sudden shift in the cosmic balance instantly galvanized True Man Situ.

He possessed no clear understanding of the events unfolding, yet the immeasurable experience and profound insight he had honed over years navigating the perilous Divine Way allowed him to seize upon a sliver of opportunity in this direst of moments.

A faint ember of thought, thought extinguished, was rekindled from the ashes of despair.

The heart that had succumbed to utter hopelessness was once again illuminated by a faint, yet persistent, flicker of hope.

"No, there is still a chance!"

"The Evil God can yet be slain!"

True Man Situ's mind raced, piecing together the fragmented puzzle:

He found himself ensnared within the Evil God's unending nightmare, utterly oblivious to the outer world's machinations. However, he could surmise with a degree of accuracy that as the various cultivators of Qianxue launched their assault upon the Blood Sacrifice Array, their actions inevitably disrupted its intricate functioning. This sustained pressure on Mr. Tu, the ritual's master, likely compelled him into a critical error during the ritual's execution.

The subsequent collapse of the ritual was precisely what facilitated the extraction of the corrupted primordial spirit of the Xiao family ancestor from the suffocating confines of the nightmare.

At this juncture, trapped as they were within the nightmare, isolated and utterly without aid, only this specific chain of events could logically explain their predicament.

And crucially, this implied that a path to victory still remained open to them.

"The Xiao family ancestor commanded a Fifth grade Heaven Void Realm primordial spirit. Apart from him, the Evil God's forces possess no other Fifth grade diviners."

"What we cultivators of divine thought truly dread is the 'contamination' of fundamental laws…"

"But now, that fear is rendered moot, because…"

True Man Situ cast a sweeping gaze across his surroundings, his heart weighed down by a grim realization, "Most of us are… already contaminated."

"If we are already tainted, then the prospect of further contamination holds no sway over us."

True Man Situ pivoted his head once more, steeling his resolve, and fixed his gaze upon the Great Wilderness Evil God.

He dared to confront the horrifying visage of the Evil God with nothing but mortal eyes.

The grotesque form of the Evil God began to resolve itself with terrifying clarity before his vision.

It was a newborn, a grotesque fusion of human and goat, slick with mucus and oozing viscous black fluid. Its skin was unnaturally wrinkled, presenting an exterior that appeared deceptively weak.

Yet, within its core, a heart pulsed with a terrifying, soul-chilling power.

Each thrumming beat sent waves of malevolent energy coursing through its infantile form.

True Man Situ fought to suppress the primal fear clawing at him, diligently reciting the profound heart techniques of Mystery Valley, striving to maintain an absolutely tranquil and detached demeanor before the abhorrent entity.

Perceiving it solely as an 'Evil God,' True Man Situ felt nothing but an overwhelming, paralyzing coldness and an instinctive, overwhelming urge to submit, daring not to entertain even the faintest flicker of 'resistance' within his will.

However, when he forced himself to view it instead as a mere 'baby,' True Man Situ immediately experienced a profound surge of 'insight.'

This was, undeniably, an 'premature' infant.

Moreover, recalling his prior strike that had injured the nascent divine fetus with the Seven Stars Sword, it was also, in effect, a 'cesarean' child.

Born via cesarean, and premature, it was inevitably burdened with congenital deficiencies.

The wrinkled skin and the thick amniotic fluid surrounding the Evil God served to irrevocably confirm True Man Situ's emerging suspicions.

This meant, astonishingly, that a pathway to victory persisted!

In this precise moment, they stood at the apex of the Great Wilderness Evil God's 'vulnerability.'

And they, with absolutely nothing left to lose, were now capable of fighting without any reservations whatsoever.

With this critical realization solidifying, True Man Situ immediately bellowed with all his might:

"Everyone, there is no turning back now! We fight until the bitter end!"

Upon uttering these words, he consumed the last vestiges of his divine thought, summoning forth a blazing Six Yang Red Gold flame from the depths of the Red Gold Cup. Wielding this conflagration, he charged directly towards the Evil God.

This was an act of truly confronting and striking down a deity.

A wave of stark panic threatened to engulf True Man Situ, yet his gaze remained sharp, resolute, betraying not a single hint of any intention to retreat.

Across the battlefield, the ancestor of the Daluo Sect, his face etched with profound bitterness, similarly raised the Daluo Sword and launched a fierce assault against the Evil God.

The ancestor of the Spirit Talisman Sect attempted to subdue the Evil God's true form using the formidable power of the Soul Suppressing Talisman.

The ancestor of the Little Spirit Sect unleashed a barrage of arcane spells.

Meanwhile, the ancestor of the Kunzhou Sect brandished the Thunder Wood Sword, aiming its deadly point directly at the head of the infant Evil God.

However, as these four from Heaven Void turned their murderous gazes towards the true form of the Evil God, a bone-chilling dread washed over them. It was so potent that it suffocated their primordial spirits, forcing their attacks to halt abruptly.

In that instant, the pupils of all four Heaven Void ancestors constricted sharply.

They found themselves unable to act...

Unable to dare... slay the Evil God?!

This stark realization sent shivers of disbelief through the hearts of the four Heaven Void ancestors.

The explicit objective of their journey was, after all, to eliminate the Evil God.

This fact had been universally acknowledged from the very outset.

Yet, being present at the critical juncture, on the precipice of confronting and slaying the Evil God, proved to be an entirely different ordeal.

They were not cultivators of orthodox divine thought, nor had they undergone rigorous tempering of their Daoist hearts from a young age. Consequently, they lacked the sheer audacity required to turn their weapons upon a divine entity of evil.

Their desire was to kill, but the pervasive fear that gripped them rendered them incapable of action.

"Could this... be a god?"

Gazing upon the newly manifested, malformed, and grotesque true form of the Evil God, the four felt an overwhelming, icy terror envelop them instantly.

True Man Situ observed their paralysis and sighed inwardly.

He should have foreseen this earlier: the Evil God was simply not a being that could be so casually "slain."

In truth, among all the cultivators assembled, he alone, the Chief Elder of Mystery Valley, possessed the slight edge to overcome his inherent fear and harbor genuine "killing intent" towards the Evil God.