The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2380: Seizing the Host (part 3)

Shangguan Wang, leading the way, couldn't help but turn his head, astonished by what he witnessed.

To think that someone could be so favored by the Divine Lord!

To have earned such deep trust from the Divine Lord...

A flicker of envy ignited within Shangguan Wang's devoted heart.

After they had walked for some time, Mo Hua abruptly instructed Shangguan Wang, "Hurry up."

Shangguan Wang was taken aback.

Mo Hua offered no explanation.

He could simply wait no longer.

No one understood better than Mo Hua himself that the current Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation was an extremely perilous area, unsafe for even a moment's stay.

This colossal formation genuinely lacked any 'Life-gate.' Indeed, even Mo Hua was unaware of its location.

Shangguan Wang, not fully grasping the situation, perceived Mo Hua's urgency but didn't overthink it, assuming Mo Hua was eager to escape Mr. Tu and escort the Divine Lord to a secure location.

"Understood."

Consequently, both Shangguan Wang and Mo Hua intensified their movement techniques, quickening their pace and vanishing from sight, progressively moving farther away.

Shangguan Wang, being in the Feather Transformation stage, could not yet utilize flight for escape, but his speed was undeniably remarkable.

Surprisingly, despite Mo Hua's Foundation Establishment stage cultivation, his movement technique was equally extraordinary.

However, remembering Mo Hua's earlier performance at the Sword Discussion Conference, Shangguan Wang felt reassured.

As time trickled by, the pair accelerated their movements, leaving the Evil God's temple and the Blood Sacrifice Formation far behind.

After an immeasurable duration, their surroundings suddenly expanded.

Jagged mountain rocks and the dilapidated Formation Core Hall materialized before them, all sights Mo Hua recognized intimately.

This was the very section of the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice Formation he had first encountered—the Yanluo Mountain Large Formation.

This segment of the formation's structure was what Mo Hua comprehended most profoundly.

In essence, this was his 'home turf.'

"Follow me," Mo Hua declared, then, taking Yu Er with him, he advanced.

Shangguan Wang, unfamiliar with this part of the formation and terrain, had no choice but to trail behind Mo Hua.

Along their path lay the corpses of Demon Cultivators, appearing to have met their end from the spells and swordsmanship wielded during the recent decisive battle between the Righteous Dao and the Qianxue Cultivators.

Naturally, some Qianxue Cultivator bodies were also present.

These corpses were largely disfigured, bearing signs of being gnawed upon by some formidable demonic beast or entity.

"This is the way of the Tao cultivation war... marked by brutal killing and cold fatalities..."

Mo Hua softly sighed internally.

He then pressed onward, reaching the precipice of Yanluo Mountain, where an abyss stretched before them.

Below, a river of blood surged, thick with demonic Qi, nourishing countless fleshy eggs, and innumerable demon monsters gnashed their teeth, ravenous for fresh flesh.

This was the demonic abyss of Yanluo Mountain.

The bridge spanning the abyss had long since collapsed.

Mo Hua held a Copper Coin in his hand, his heart stirring with the awareness of dwindling time. Pointing towards the abyss, he instructed Shangguan Wang:

"Find a way for us to cross."

Shangguan Wang was taken aback, his brow furrowing instantly.

The abyss was excessively deep, and below it flowed a river of blood teeming with countless demon monsters.

Were he in the Fourth Grade State Realm, crossing would be trivial; in his Feather Transformation stage, flight across the abyss would be possible. However, this was the Third Grade Yanluo Mountain, where Feather Transformation cultivation offered no flight, and the abyss presented a desperate predicament.

"Use a suspension rope," Mo Hua proposed.

Shangguan Wang's thoughts shifted. He turned, noticed the tell-tale marks of suspension ropes on the cliff face, immediately understood, and nodded:

"Very well."

In his Feather Transformation state, possessing numerous Spiritual Artifacts and Treasures, he retrieved a silver suspension rope from his Fourth Grade Storage Bag. Twisting it in his hand, he channeled Spiritual Power and hurled it into the distance.

The silver suspension rope transformed into a streak of silver light, embedding itself into the opposing cliff face across the abyss.

However, the challenge remained: the abyss's vast width meant the silver suspension rope was somewhat short, allowing it only to secure itself on the nearest cliff edge, requiring a slow, precarious traverse to the other side.

"Go."

Shangguan Wang took the lead, stepping onto the silver suspension rope, intending to scout ahead for Mo Hua.

But the moment his foot touched the rope, his expression shifted; simultaneously, a jet-black Demon Eye Sword Qi descended directly towards him.

Shangguan Wang narrowly escaped, but the silver suspension rope beneath his feet was severed, sending him plummeting into the abyss.

Before Shangguan Wang could recover his breath, a golden radiance erupted behind him. A zombie, its body like gilded bronze, thrust its sharp claws into his shoulder, unleashing golden corpse poison that infiltrated his meridians.

Shangguan Wang was thrown into great alarm. He retaliated with a stab, his sword Qi forcefully repelling the Golden Corpse. However, his attack failed to pierce the Golden Corpse's formidable hide.

The sheer resilience of the Golden Corpse's skin was undeniable.

Shangguan Wang twisted his head, glancing behind him.

Two figures gradually materialized. One exuded a chilling corpse Qi, a cultivator from Yin Corpse Valley known as Feather Transformation. The other, wielding a colossal sword imbued with dense demonic Qi, was an elder from the Demon Sword Sect.

Shangguan Wang's pupils contracted. "You've been waiting here, haven't you?"

The elder from the Demon Sword Sect let out a cold sneer. "You're a traitor, alone and without a sect or clan, unable to protect the Divine Lord."

"The Divine Lord should rightfully belong to our Demon Sword Sect."

Feather Transformation from Yin Corpse Valley fixed his gaze on Mo Hua, his eyes gleaming with avarice. "If I'm not mistaken, young one, you radiate the aura of a 'Corpse King,' and a relatively low-level one at that..."

"A Corpse King is the sovereign among corpses, possessing the fortune of the Death Dao and commanding legions of obedient corpses. Yet, it remains an elusive treasure, always sought but rarely found. To think that the destiny I have pursued my entire life has fallen upon this mere boy..."

Within Feather Transformation of Yin Corpse Valley, those pallid, deathly eyes burned with an excited, sanguine fervor.

"If my Golden Corpse can attain the status of a 'Corpse King,' then I shall be unrivaled within Yin Corpse Valley! The position of Valley Master will be mine alone!"

Under the grim scrutiny of the Feather Transformation Demon Head from Yin Corpse Valley, Mo Hua's face turned ashen, despite carrying Yu Er on his back.

Feather Transformation from Yin Corpse Valley could no longer contain his desire. He immediately commanded the Golden Corpse to lunge at Mo Hua.

Shangguan Wang roared in fury. "Don't even dream of coveting the Divine Lord!"

The bestowed gift of the Divine Lord belonged solely to him!

With a surge of his sword, Shangguan Wang engaged the Feather Transformation of Yin Corpse Valley in a fierce battle.

Meanwhile, the elder from the Demon Sword Sect flashed a sinister grin, transforming into a swirling vortex of demonic Qi and hurtling towards Mo Hua, his primary target being Yu Er nestled on Mo Hua's back.

The demonic Qi was potent, accompanied by churning black winds. Just as it neared Mo Hua, the very ground contorted, and flesh coalesced, taking human form.

Mr. Tu, shedding his monstrous guise, emerged from the pulsating flesh, spewing a mist of blood that dispersed the encroaching demonic Qi.

He then formed his hand into a blade and plunged it into the black miasma.

A fierce clash ensued between black and crimson lights as Mr. Tu's flesh blade met a pitch-black demonic sword.

The face of the elder from the Demon Sword Sect contorted into a grimace. "The Divine Lord belongs to our Demon Sword Sect; he is the master of the Ancient Demon Sword!"

Mr. Tu merely offered a cold, contemptuous sneer. "A mere Sword Slave, deluded by futile hopes."

With those words, he devolved into an indistinct mass of flesh, entangling the elder from the Demon Sword Sect.

The elder from the Demon Sword Sect, wielding his demonic sword with fierce intent, battled Mr. Tu.

Shangguan Wang and the Feather Transformation of the Golden Corpse originating from Yin Corpse Valley were locked in an equally perilous struggle, Sword Qi and the Golden Corpse intertwining with deadly ferocity.

Before the vast abyss of Yanluo Mountain, the four formidable figures fought with desperate abandon, the victor remaining uncertain.

And the object of their intense struggle was the flesh embryo of their Divine Lord, alongside Mo Hua, who bore the mark of the Corpse King.

Mo Hua stood at the precipice of the abyss, his gaze sweeping over the four locked in their fierce combat. Then, with a decisive thought, clutching Yu Er, he allowed his feet to slip, plunging into the abyss. He leaped towards the blood-soaked earth veins, towards the Demon's Cave teeming with countless flesh and blood demon monsters.

The four combatants, utterly absorbed in their battle, Mr. Tu included, witnessed this sudden turn of events. They were instantly struck with profound shock, their expressions shifting dramatically.