The Quest for Immortality

In South Yue City.

Mr. Zhuang shook his head with a sense of helplessness and said, "Every time he stirs up such a commotion, this child really doesn’t give people peace of mind..."

Old Kui glanced at him, "You seem quite pleased..."

Mr. Zhuang couldn’t help but smile a little, "Quite alright."

After all, he is my disciple!

Old Kui was speechless, then frowned and said, "Kneeling down as a Taoist Demon... This involvement in karma is going to be massive..."

Mr. Zhuang shook his head and corrected him, "First, this is not yet a Taoist Demon..."

"My brother set up a scheme to turn the Corpse King into a Taoist Demon under two conditions."

"One is that South Yue City continues to refine zombies for another hundred years, gradually accumulating killing karma, and in the mix of Corpse Qi, Filthy Qi, and the resentment of death Qi, let the Corpse King slowly awaken."

"The second is that once the matter is exposed, forcing the Corpse King to devour its master, it can then immediately transform into a Taoist Demon."

"But evil cannot prevail over good, the Soul Pivot Evil Formation cannot overpower the Soul Pivot Ultimate Formation."

"Therefore, Lu Chengyun was never fully the master of the Corpse King from beginning to end. The true master of the Corpse King has always been Mo Hua, this child."

"If it can’t devour Mo Hua, it can’t devour its master."

"So, this Corpse King can only be considered a half-step Taoist Demon or, rather, a Taoist Demon’s troubled fetus, which hasn’t transformed into a Taoist Demon’s body."

Mr. Zhuang then looked at Old Kui again and continued, "Secondly, even if it were a Taoist Demon, it wouldn’t matter much."

"Mo Hua, this child, made it kneel down by his own ability."

"Since it has knelt, it means submission. This mark will be engraved within the karma and Taoist Meaning, unchangeable."

"For Mo Hua, this is actually an opportunity..."

"As for how to use such defy-the-heavens karma, he’ll have to learn that later."

After finishing his words, Mr. Zhuang also felt somewhat emotional,

"However, although it’s a bit of fortuity and coincidence, the ability to make a Taoist Demon kneel down is still... a bit too preposterous..."

Old Kui said quietly, "You didn’t figure it out?"

Mr. Zhuang spoke with displeasure, "I’m not one of those religious con men who can figure out anything and everything..."

Old Kui silently looked at him, contemplating something.

A moment later, Old Kui’s gaze sharpened as he said solemnly, "This child’s Divine Sense has already reached the peak with Thirteen Stripes."

Mr. Zhuang nodded in agreement, both gratified and somewhat surprised,

"Yes, it’s a lot faster than I expected..."

"What do you plan to do next?"

Mr. Zhuang was taken aback, then raised his head, his gaze crossing mountains and rivers, looking into the distance, and calmly said,

"Go to the place where I should go..."

Old Kui’s brow furrowed deeply, "Really going?"

Mr. Zhuang nodded, "Past grudges and kindness must be settled."

Afterward, he looked again at the courtyard.

In the courtyard, the grass and trees were lush, the pond water clear.

The large tree blocking the wind and rain swayed with the breeze, with leaves fluttering down.

Under the big tree, Mo Hua and his Junior Brothers and Sisters would often gather together to cultivate, meditate, learn Formations, or simply chat and play about. These scenes emerged one by one... ȑÅＮŐβÈṨ

Mr. Zhuang’s expression carried a touch of reluctance and melancholy.

"This journey, too, has come to an end..."

...

Atop the burial mound.

Mo Hua stood with his hands behind his back, beginning to direct the zombies to temporarily return to the mines and sleep deep within them.

The Corpse King bowed its head, following behind Mo Hua.

The Iron Corpse, like a guard, protected in front of Mo Hua.

And the tens of thousands of Walking Corpses orderly marched and made their way deep into the mine...

As if miners busy all day were returning home at sunset.

Amidst the bloodshed and brutality, there lay a semblance of tranquility and peace.

Zombies returned to their mountain, and the order was maintained throughout the entire night.

Until dawn broke and the morning sun rose, with the rosy clouds sprawling across the sky, casting a radiant glow upon the peaks surrounding South Yue City.

The cultivators all seemed to snap out of a trance.

It was as if they had all had a nightmare.

In the dream were a terrifying Corpse King, a ferocious Corpse Tide, and struggles and bitter fights between life and death.

Now that they had awoken from the dream, the sun rose as usual, and everything had vanished.

But they knew, it was not a dream.

They still vividly remembered the blood-soaked night, the sky shrouded with Corpse Qi, the Corpse King’s horrifying roar, and the twisted, terrifying presence of the Taoist Demon.

They also remembered...

Such a terrifying Corpse King was eventually subdued, forced to kneel halfway, submitting to a junior cultivator.

Mo Hua is the master of the Corpse King.

At the same time, he is like a mysterious and unfathomable little Demon Head.

The Corpse King kneeling, the group of corpses paying their respects.

This incredible scene was shockingly vivid, imprinted in their Sea of Consciousness, unforgettable even if they wished to forget.

They looked at Mo Hua, still unnerved,

Grateful for Mo Hua’s life-saving grace, but also wary of the horror of Mo Hua commanding a horde of corpses.

Now, the fate of all zombies in South Yue City depends on his Divine Thought.

Life, death, fortune, and disaster all rest upon his will.

Everyone tensed up their minds.

But to Mo Hua, it was as if nothing had happened.

All his aura was withdrawn, making him appear just like an ordinary, adorable junior cultivator.

As if everything that had occurred had nothing to do with him, even to the point where he still asked Yang Jishan:

"Uncle Yang, do you have any food? I’m hungry..."

His control of the zombies returning to their nests had greatly exhausted his Divine Thought, and now that he had calmed down, he realized he was hungry.

He had some jerky in his Storage Bag.

But that was made by his mother, and he typically could not bear to eat it, always saving it.

Yang Jishan was caught off guard upon hearing this. Your next journey awaits at empire

The crowd at that moment didn’t know what kind of expression to make...

...

It took a whole night.

Under Mo Hua’s control, all zombies, including the Corpse King and Iron Corpse, had temporarily returned to the mines and settled deep within the shafts.

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