Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2849: Chapter 140: Legacy After Death

Outside the White Bone Tomb.

The Danque Tribe is fighting against the Shugu Tribe.

Chi Feng, Dan Zhu, and other heavily armored soldiers from the Danque Tribe are battling against the Shugu Monsters and other Shugu Barbarian Soldiers led by the Shugu Golden Core.

Lugu did not take action, only watching coldly from the side.

His goal was simply to make the Danque Tribe submit.

Now that he has killed the Great Chief, using the life of the Iron Skill Bone to awaken the Ancestor, cursed Mo Hua, he only needs to subdue the people of the Danque Tribe to achieve his objective.

Dan Zhu, Chi Feng, the remnants of the Great Chief, and even the Demon Monster Shaman have already become his stepping stones.

And what he does is go with the flow, to become the one who ”plucks the fruit.”

Now, as the dust is about to settle, he will soon complete the unification of the Shugu Tribe, while also conquering a part of the Danque Tribe’s power.

But Lugu doesn’t truly strike to kill Dan Zhu and the others.

He greatly appreciates Dan Zhu’s talent and character.

Dan Zhu is like a beautiful jade, possessing qualities that other Barbarian Tribe cultivators, even some so-called Barbarian Tribe ”geniuses,” do not have.

Kind and upright, like a natural ”Vermilion Bird,” with a passionate heart.

The Demon Monster Shaman taught him earnestly, viewing him as a ”disciple.”

Even Lugu is reluctant to kill him.

He wants to wound Chi Feng, trap the barbarian soldiers of the Danque Tribe, using them to coerce Dan Zhu into submission, making Dan Zhu serve him.

Dan Zhu’s benevolence is his greatest flaw.

As long as the lives of those close to him are threatened, there’s no fear he won’t submit.

Even if he only submits superficially, it doesn’t matter. With time, Dan Zhu will eventually be useful, becoming his right hand.

And Dan Zhu is heavily surrounded by Shugu Barbarian Soldiers, caught in a bitter struggle.

The Mystic Fire Feather Robe he wears remains dazzling as flowing flames, but his handsome face is pale as paper, with a hint of blood at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing Dan Zhu’s endurance waning, Lugu spoke in a cold voice: ”Dan Zhu, submit to me.”

Dan Zhu sneered, ”You plotted against the Gentleman, I will kill you sooner or later.”

Lugu’s face turned cold, ”Your Gentleman is a Demon Monster, not even human.”

Dan Zhu shook his head, ”The Gentleman is the Gentleman.”

A flash of severity passed through Lugu’s eyes, ”Stubborn.”

Out of patience, he drew the massive Demon Bone Cutting Knife, intending to personally defeat Dan Zhu and imprison him for taming later.

But at this moment, an unusual aura suddenly emanated from deep within the White Bone Tomb, eerily stern, permeating the grand hall.

Everyone’s expressions changed as they instinctively paused, turning to look.

Above the tomb, like white bone epiphyllum blossoming, appeared countless dense white bone claws, both splendid and sinister.

These white bone claws slowly unfurled from the inside out, the enigmatic force of the cause and effect death curse lingering throughout the hall.

This scene struck a chord with everyone.

”Is this... the Ancestor angry?”

”The curse is starting to spread?”

The Shugu Tribe members had their faces change color; they didn’t know the spell point of cause and effect, but according to the tribe’s records, they knew this was a method of the Ancestor’s ”curse killing.”

Once caught by these white bone claws, the consequences are obvious.

The Ancestor’s blessing extends endlessly. The Ancestor’s wrath is equally terrifying.

Ignoring the battle, just about to retreat, suddenly someone, with sharp eyes, pointed towards the depths of the White Bone Tomb, voice trembling:

”Is that... a person?!”

The Shugu Tribe members turned toward the sound, seeing a silhouette slowly emerge amidst the white bones within the tomb’s depths.

Like a saint emerging from the White Bone’s purgatory, from death.

”The Ancestor... has awakened?”

Having just felt worship, everyone quickly sensed something was wrong.

This silhouette was too small, unlike their Ancestor, seeming more like...

Everyone looked at each other, bewildered and incredulous.

Soon, the silhouette became clearer, revealing a thin but resolute figure, a fair face, eyes deep and bright.

The faces of the Shugu Tribe members drastically changed.

While Dan Zhu and the people of the Danque Tribe were delighted, exclaiming excitedly:

”Gentleman!”

”Master Shaman!”

”Master Shaman isn’t dead!”

As the people of the Danque Tribe exclaimed, the Shugu Tribe members were visibly shaken, hearts wavering.

”Even the Shugu Ancestor’s curse couldn’t harm him?! Could it be...”

Mo Hua’s eyes were steadfast, stepping out from the White Bone Tomb.

Each white bone claw, like blossoming white bone flowers, supported Mo Hua step by step forward.

Completely unhindered in the White Bone Tomb, the curse flowers accompanied him.

Mo Hua thus walked up to everyone, speaking softly: ”I’ve spoken with your Ancestor...”

Mo Hua said solemnly, ”From now on, all descendants of the Shugu Tribe must honor the Divine Lord’s name, heed my command, or else defy the ancestral teachings, unable to face the Ancestor after death.”

With these words, the Shugu Tribe erupted.

Some were shocked, others puzzled, some angry, and others felt respect mixed with distress.

Just as someone was about to speak out against Mo Hua, accusing him of slandering and desecrating their Shugu Tribe Ancestor.

Suddenly, a cold aura spread throughout the scene, accompanied by a ”creaking” sound, as everyone followed the sound, seeing the previously dead Iron Skill Bone’s body begin to slowly tremble, removing the ritual dagger from his chest in a bizarre posture.

His chest, black and charred, without a drop of blood.

Yet his pale face began to show expression.

As if he had ”returned to life” from hell, his face retained some confusion.