Seal of the Half-Immortal

On a moonless night, the wind and rain threatened, the sky shrouded in thick clouds.

The divine beast Mo Tu scraped its colossal four hooves, skimming low across the sky. Suddenly, a humid wind carried a heavy scent of blood, and the auspicious clouds beneath Mo Tu’s feet were nearly stained crimson. Its stride faltered for a moment. The mortals below were once again orchestrating a massacre.

Weak yet savage creatures. Mo Tu’s golden vertical pupils flashed with derision.

In the past, faced with such scenes, it would pass by indifferently, never caring to intervene. The ignorant mortals’ mutual slaughter could only elicit a cold laugh. Besides, it was on an important errand, with no time to amuse itself with such spectacles. Yet, just as it prepared to move on, lightning brewing in the clouds split the sky. Torrential rain was imminent.

To avoid being drenched, it had to pass through the clouds and reach above the storm. But this rain was coming fast; it would not make it in time. Mo Tu loathed its glossy black fur being soaked.

So it swiftly lowered its auspicious clouds, descending to the mortal world in search of shelter from the storm.

Below was a city aglow with scattered lights. Mo Tu had rarely visited the mortal realm, but it recognized this city—Jiaozhou Prefecture, a fertile region north of the river. As it neared the ground, its massive form shrank rapidly, and by the time it landed on the roof of a grand mansion, it had transformed into a pitch-black cat, its eyes glimmering faintly with gold. Mo Tu’s true form was the immo