The Quest for Immortality

Mo Hua’s eyes lit up, as if in deep thought.

After creating the wad of cotton, Old Kui took out another bunch of cotton and processed it the same way, compressing it before twisting it into another cotton thread…

Until he had formed more than a dozen threads.

Old Kui’s gaze turned cold, and his Divine Sense made a move.

The dozen or so cotton threads twisted and tangled instantly, seemingly chaotic yet rhythmically coming together, weaving into a ball of thread.

This ball of thread was the same size as the previous wad of cotton.

But the inner structure was completely different.

Old Kui looked at Mo Hua and asked, "Do you understand now?"

Mo Hua frowned and honestly said:

"No matter, remember what you’ve seen," he responded.

Old Kui raised his hand, and the freshly twisted ball of thread instantly vanished into ash, leaving no trace in his palm.

"The principles of complex spells often hide in the simplest, most mundane things."

"Like this ball of thread."

"And like every mountain and river, every cloud and rain, every grass and tree in this world…"

Mo Hua nodded and said frankly:

"Grandpa Gui, I’ll remember it, but I don’t quite understand it yet..."

Old Kui’s mouth curled slightly into a smile that didn’t quite look like a smile, "Don’t worry, observe more, learn more, think more, and the day you understand will come."

"Yes!" Mo Hua nodded seriously.

Old Kui thought for a moment and then said:

"I’ll demonstrate this spell technique just once, watch carefully."

Mo Hua’s spirits lifted.

Old Kui spread his palm open, and a fireball appeared, gaseous and pale red in color. Then, as Old Kui guided with his Divine Sense, the Spiritual Power compressed inward, solidifying into a strand of deep red fire.

The fire strand, containing astonishing Spiritual Power, hovered in midair.

Then another fireball formed in Old Kui’s palm.

And again, the fireball solidified into a fire strand.

After more than ten rounds, Old Kui’s palm no longer held fireballs but instead bore over a dozen deep red, fiercely hot fire strands.

Old Kui’s gaze deepened, and his Divine Thought took action.

The fire strands entwined together, condensing into a small fireball.

This Fireball Technique, woven with fire strands, looked less like a fireball and more like a Spiritual Power ball woven from flames.

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Multiple compressions, reconstruction of Spiritual Power.

It seemed like a simple Fireball Technique, yet it emanated an astonishing aura.

With a casual flick, Old Kui sent the fireball flying swiftly into the raging river nearby.

An ear-piercing noise erupted.

Like cold water poured into hot oil, the surface of the river boiled over immediately.

Mo Hua looked in the direction of the sound, his mouth agape.

A large river, the vast surface of the water, was evaporated by the tiny Fireball Technique, creating a huge cavity.

Mists formed around it from the evaporated water, and steam billowed.

After a short while, the river water rushed back in.

The sound of surging tides broke out.

The river poured into the void, and a massive whirlpool formed on the previously calm surface.

Mo Hua’s mood, like the river water, couldn’t calm down for a long time.

The Spiritual Power Old Kui had just used was merely Qi Refinement, and the Spell he wielded was only a first-grade Fireball Technique.

But could a Fireball Technique really produce such immense destructive power?

Mo Hua looked at Old Kui, his expression full of shock and admiration.

Old Kui appeared comfortable, but his expression remained indifferent.

He patted Mo Hua’s shoulder, "Remember this, practice and learn more."

Mo Hua nodded somewhat dazedly.

Old Kui left contentedly.

Aside, Mr. Zhuang complained to him, "Why teach him such a thing?"

"If he can learn, why shouldn’t I teach him?"

"You’re teaching him even though he doesn’t know what this is?"

Old Kui didn’t speak for a while but finally said quietly:

"I’m afraid if I don’t teach him now, I won’t have the chance later..."

Old Kui turned his head to look at Mr. Zhuang again, "Don’t you think the same?"

Mr. Zhuang paused at these words, staying silent for a long time before letting out a helpless sigh.

...

Yet Mo Hua’s expression was exhilarated.

Such a powerful Fireball Technique!

This power completely exceeded his understanding.

Eager to try it himself, Mo Hua immediately attempted to reproduce it but found that he couldn’t do it at all.

The principle seemed simple: Spiritual Power was like cotton, first condensing Spiritual Power into fine threads, then weaving those threads into a ball...

But in reality, it was not the case.

Mo Hua’s Divine Sense was already very strong, at the pinnacle of the Foundation Establishment with Thirteen Stripes, having cultivated the Heaven Yan Jue and learned the Spiritual Pivot Formation; even his control over Spiritual Power was not weak.

However, even with such strong Divine Sense and such intricate control, he couldn’t even turn Spiritual Power into a thin thread.

Mo Hua was somewhat surprised, somewhat disappointed.

But after thinking about it, he felt it was normal.

If a spell of such great power could be learned so easily, that would truly be daydreaming.

Mo Hua imprinted every detail of Old Kui’s spellcasting completely in his mind.

Whenever he had free time, he pondered over it, hoping that one day he too could wield a Fireball Technique with such terrifying power...

Mo Hua looked forward with expectation.

Whether it was Formation or Spell.

There was still so much he had to learn.

As long as he continued to study, one day he would be able to integrate everything, master profound Formations, and control powerful Spells.

...

The rest of the journey passed mostly without incident.

Even though they traveled day and night, enduring wind and dew, it was not too harsh.

Mo Hua used what was available locally, making a variety of meals; his culinary skills improved daily, and the food he made became more and more delicious.

The carriage moved leisurely along.

Mr. Zhuang rested on the carriage, while Mo Hua and the other three gathered around a small table, either Drawing Formation, reading books, or doing various Tao Cultivation exercises.

Occasionally, during a rest, when they had ample time, Mo Hua would play a few games of chess with Old Kui.