The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2381: Miracle

With Yu Er in his arms, Mo Hua plunged into the abyss, their tiny forms vanishing into the roiling tide of flesh and bloodthirsty beasts.

Divine Lord!

Mr. Tu's eyes widened, and without a moment's hesitation, he leaped into the monster-infested chasm.

Shangguan Wang paused for a beat.

These creatures, spawned from the blood river, answered only to the Evil God; beyond that, their existence was defined by pure bloodlust and carnage.

They obeyed no other command, not even Mr. Tu's.

Moreover, this was the Third-Grade State Boundary, a realm restricted by the Heavenly Dao, where even feather transformation afforded no true flight. To leap into the monster abyss was to invite certain consumption by these abominations of flesh.

Yet, the yearning for eternal life and immortality ran deep in their very souls.

The unwavering faith in the Divine Lord was etched into Shangguan Wang's heart.

Shangguan Wang hesitated but for a moment before drawing his sword, launching himself into the air, and diving into the abyss.

Witnessing this, the Elder from the Demon Sword Sect and the Feathered Immortal Cultivator from Yin Corpse Valley followed suit, descending into the abyss in rapid succession.

One harbored a desire for Yu Er, the Evil God's divine fetus. The other not only coveted Yu Er but also Mo Hua, entangled with the karmic threads of the Corpse King Path.

Thus, the four Feathered Immortals plunged into the depths, immersing themselves in the sea of monsters.

Innumerable bloodthirsty creatures instinctively swarmed the four Feathered Cultivators. However, in mere moments, they were torn asunder by razor-sharp claws, sharp sword qi, the might of golden corpses, and the keen edge of demon swords.

Blood painted the ground, and the emanating bloody aura only served to attract even more swarms of monsters.

The monstrous horde surged like the relentless ocean waves.

Conversely, the four Feathered Immortals stood like unyielding reefs against the tempest.

They met the full force of the monstrous tide head-on, relentlessly slaughtering the oncoming beasts, leaving none standing.

Simultaneously, the quartet deployed their divine senses, desperately seeking the locations of Mo Hua and Yu Er within the abyss's depths.

They couldn't comprehend the madness that had driven Mo Hua to leap into such a perilous place.

At the same time, a gnawing worry consumed them: the fear that Yu Er might be devoured by these insatiable mouths.

Even though Yu Er, as the Evil God's divine fetus, was theoretically their master, it was uncertain if these primal creatures would dare defy the divine fetus.

However, given the Evil God's recent emergence and incomplete fusion, anything remained possible in this chaotic situation.

Should the divine fetus face peril and be completely consumed, the Evil God would lose its physical vessel, teetering on the brink of utter loss of control.

Such an outcome would brand them as blasphemers, rendering their meticulously laid plans utterly futile.

Consequently, Mr. Tu, Shangguan Wang, the Feathered Immortal Cultivator from Yin Corpse Valley, and the Elder from the Demon Sword Sect – these four profoundly cultivated Feathered Immortals – regarded the situation with utmost seriousness and profound anxiety.

Suddenly, a gust of foul-smelling wind swept past, and a monstrous entity charged forth.

Mr. Tu transformed his palm into a bone spur, impaling the creature before casually tossing it aside. His gaze fixed ahead, his pupils dilating sharply.

Mo Hua!

Not far ahead, at the chasm's base before a sheer rock face, Mo Hua stood holding Yu Er at the precipice's edge.

He was encircled by grotesque monsters.

These beasts, however, did not attack; instead, they emitted continuous roars and howls directed at Mo Hua, their intentions unclear – was it fear, a display of power?

Or perhaps directed at Mo Hua...

"Submission?"

A jolt ran through Mr. Tu's heart.

In the next instant, a divine thought radiated outwards, akin to a 'monarch' issuing a decree.

Countless monsters began to willingly swarm beneath Mo Hua's feet, forming a living bridge with their bodies, lifting Mo Hua upwards.

Mr. Tu was greatly alarmed and immediately transformed into a putrid wind, hurtling towards Mo Hua.

Shangguan Wang, the Feathered Immortal Cultivator from Yin Corpse Valley, and the Elder from the Demon Sword Sect unleashed their own formidable techniques, some intent on snatching Yu Er from Mo Hua's grasp, others targeting Mo Hua himself.

Precisely at this critical juncture, Mo Hua turned his gaze, bestowing upon them a chilling look.

Within his eyes, gold, black, and white hues intermingled, exuding an aura as cold and divine as a deity, yet as eerie as a celestial demon.

This gaze sent a shiver down the spines of all four, including Mr. Tu.

Then, Mo Hua slowly raised his hand, pointing towards the four men, softly uttering:

"Go!"

Though spoken with a gentle tone, the word resonated with the weight of a thousand jun, imbued with supreme authority.

Instantly, with a thunderous roar, the entirety of the abyss erupted into a frenzy.

Innumerable flesh monsters, as if heeding the command of the Divine Lord, surged forward, piling atop one another, forming a terrifying monstrous wave that rose from both sides of the chasm. They roared mightily, converging to encircle and engulf Mr. Tu and the four Feathered individuals.

In the blink of an eye, Mr. Tu and the quartet were completely swallowed by this overwhelming monstrous wave.

Monster after monster, utterly unafraid of demise, lunged towards Mr. Tu's visage. Despite his repeated dismemberment and shredding of their forms, another monstrous entity would immediately take its place.

Mr. Tu fought them off, slaughtering them one after another, yet the sheer number of monsters only seemed to swell with each fallen foe.

He found himself irresistibly drawn down, submerged by the very monstrous horde that he himself had brought into being.

At last, through fleeting openings amidst the throng of beasts, he caught sight of Mo Hua in the distance.

His bloodline surged violently, pulling him into an abyss devoid of any light, forever.

Mo Hua, cradling Yu Er tenderly, observed the unfolding events with an impassive gaze.

Outside this maelstrom, wave after ceaseless wave of the monstrous creatures lay prostrate before him.

An uncountable legion of demons willingly prostrated themselves beneath his feet, their bodies forming a living staircase, elevating Mo Hua incrementally from the inescapable abyss.

In that precise instant, Mo Hua, wielding absolute dominion, appeared as the sovereign ruler over these countless monstrous beings.

He was, in truth, the "Divine Lord" of the Great Wilderness!

He was the genuine Great Wilderness Evil God!

This astonishing spectacle met Mr. Tu's eyes, causing his pupils to dilate wildly, and he was overwhelmed by a shock so profound it was beyond comprehension.

Lost within this overwhelming astonishment, Mr. Tu was completely enveloped by the relentless monsters, descending into utter darkness.

Shangguan Wang and his two companions met the same fate, equally consumed by the surging tide of monstrous beings.

Meanwhile, the vast array of monsters employed their very bodies as stepping stones, persistently lifting Mo Hua higher still.