Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2641: Chapter 67: He Will Die

Dan Bei was somewhat speechless, and coldly sneered:

”What nonsense are you spouting? This is the Great Wilderness. There’s never been any ’Divine Lord’ of equality among all beings as you claim...”

Among the guests of the Danque Tribe, some chuckled lightly:

”Talking about realms and cultivation, saying there’s no difference, must be foolish... Realm is the foundation of the Great Dao, cultivation is the basis of Taoist practice, Foundation Establishment and Golden Core are worlds apart, how could they possibly be the same?”

The four sides were somewhat noisy.

Some laughed lightly, some shook their heads, some looked at Dan Zhu without speaking.

Once the murmurs settled slightly, Dan Bei looked at Mo Hua, and indifferently said:

”Our Danque Tribe is a major tribe, our ancestors once entered the Vermilion Bird Royal Court of the Great Wilderness, unlike those crude barbaric tribes. We won’t listen to your random words.”

”We are well aware of shaman matters.”

”Tell me, Mr. Witch, where do you come from? Which ’Divine Lord’ do you worship?”

”And what are your intentions for coming to our Danque Tribe?”

On the high stage, surrounded by beautiful concubines, the burly and robust Great Chief of the Danque Tribe also looked over, his gaze heavy with pressure, falling upon Mo Hua.

This gaze contained not a trace of goodwill.

Seeing Mo Hua being questioned, Dan Zhu spoke: ”Father...”

The Great Chief of the Danque Tribe shook his head, not allowing Dan Zhu to continue speaking, instead looking at Mo Hua, his voice deep and authoritative:

”According to tribal rules, impersonating a shaman is a capital crime. The body will be drawn and quartered, thrown into the deep mountains, fed to the black sparrow, and not allowed reincarnation...”

Mo Hua’s heart sank slightly.

These chieftains and elders of the Danque Tribe are indeed shrewd, not so easy to deceive.

Unlike Dan Zhu, this ”child,” who is so straightforward and simple.

Upon hearing Mo Hua might be ”drawn and quartered,” Dan Zhu stood up abruptly, urgently saying: ”Father, Mr. Witch was invited here especially by me, he...”

The Great Chief waved his hand, solemnly saying:

”Dan Zhu, you are my youngest son; I care for you deeply. But you don’t understand the treacherous nature of people’s hearts in this world. This person approached you with intent, definitely with ulterior motives. For your sake, and for the tribe, we must be cautious.”

Dan Zhu wanted to say, it’s not Mr. Witch who ”intentionally” approached him.

But rather he heard the ”revelation” from the deities in his dream, which led him to seek out Mr. Witch himself.

Moreover, Mr. Witch didn’t know him at all.

It was his own warm invitation that brought Mr. Witch to the Danque Tribe with him.

None of this was ”intentional.”

But when it came to speaking, Dan Zhu didn’t know how to say it, as the matter of divine revelations in dreams indeed sounded mystical and was hard to use as ”evidence.”

Dan Zhu was somewhat anxious.

Mo Hua, on the other hand, remained calm, without joy or sorrow.

The Great Chief glancing at Mo Hua, asked: ”Are you not afraid?”

Mo Hua’s gaze was firm as he replied: ”My destiny has been devoted to the Divine Lord. If the Divine Lord wishes me to die, then I shall die; if the Divine Lord does not wish me to die, then no worldly person, heterodox deity, demon monster, or ghost can harm me in the slightest.”

Mo Hua’s entire being radiated with a resilient force of faith.

As if in his eyes, in his heart, even within his Divine Soul, and in every aspect of life, the only existence was the sincere faith in the deity.

This was also a unique use of the ”Planting Devil in Taoist Heart.”

Mo Hua planted devil in his own Taoist Heart, making himself sincerely devout, believing himself to be the most sincere person in the world.

And his appearance, devoting all his life’s work to the cause of great deities, even seemed more like a shaman than the actual ”shaman.”

Even though he was at Foundation Establishment, with the deity’s ”belief” upon him, he exuded an intimidating, unassailable power.

All the people in the room were temporarily shocked, feeling uncertain and apprehensive.

Even Dan Bei momentarily had self-doubt in his heart.

”Could this mysterious, seemingly delusional young man truly be... a shaman?”

Only the Great Chief on the highest seat had eyes as deeply contemplative as an eagle’s.

He neither affirmed nor denied, simply said:

”Prove your identity.”

”If you have the ability to prove yourself a shaman, our Danque Tribe will naturally treat you with the highest tribal ceremony.”

”Otherwise...”

The Great Chief’s gaze was sharp.

He didn’t finish the remaining words, but the meaning was quite clear.

If Mo Hua could not prove his identity as a shaman, then he would naturally be regarded by the Danque Tribe as a ”heretic,” a ”thief” with malicious intent infiltrating the Danque Tribe, destined to be slain, even subjected to the punishment of being drawn and quartered, fed to demons.

Saying it this way is indeed reasonable.

Mo Hua’s eyes flickered.

But how to prove his identity as a shaman?

In the small places of the Barbaric Wilderness, he could easily deceive them, but in the Danque Tribe here, it was not so easy.

Mo Hua’s mind spun quickly.

Jade Slips or documentations from the Great Wilderness Royal Court?

He was inherently a fraud, he didn’t have these things at all.

In the Canglang Sect of Li State, the body of the deceased ”Mr. Witch” didn’t have anything available to prove the identity of a shaman.

Mo Hua had the ”Dragon Flag” of the Great Wilderness rebellion.

But this thing certainly cannot be taken out.

If the news leaks out, or certain great abilities calculate the cause and effect.

Then his title of ”Taoist Court’s Heavenly First Class Rebel” would definitely be confirmed, unable to be washed clean even by jumping into the Yellow River.

Beyond that, there could be only the Four Symbols Formation’s ”Holy Pattern.”

But the Danque Tribe is a major tribe, different from the backward small tribes like the Wutu Tribe and Black Horn Tribe, most likely has a relatively complete Four Symbols Formation inheritance in the tribe.

However, Mo Hua does not know what level their Four Symbols Formation is at.

Nor does he know what caliber Four Symbols Formation he must draw to appropriately prove his identity as a shaman, earn respect, while hiding his true power.