Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2866: Chapter 147: True and False Shamans

Half a month later, the alliance meeting of various tribes in the Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm was officially held.

The location of the meeting was set in an ancient hall.

The hall was located deep in the desert, secluded and vast, seemingly used in the past by some large tribes of the Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm for discussions, decisions, and conflict resolutions.

However, after many years, it became desolate and was eventually abandoned.

Now, in chaotic times, the tribes lacking unity gathered again, with no better place to choose, they reused this ancient hall as the venue for discussing the alliance matters.

At this moment in the hall, tribes from all sides gathered, flaunting their totems, flags fluttering.

The most powerful forces, the highest-ranking cultivators, and the top combat strengths of the entire Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm were almost all gathered together.

Chieftains, chief elders, young masters, and trusted barbarian generals from the Danque Tribe, Flame Wings Tribe, Fire Eagle Tribe, Red Simurgh Tribe...even the Bi Fang Tribe and other large tribes, all convened in the hall.

In the old council chamber, the atmosphere was momentarily imposing.

The pressure of Blood Qi from the late middle stage Golden Core cultivators, stacked together like an abyss and ocean, made breathing difficult.

Among the crowd, the most peculiar, inconspicuous, yet the most noticeable, was the smallest in stature, freshest in complexion, yet highly commanding Mo Hua.

After all, in the entire assembly, he was the only one in the Foundation Establishment stage.

Yet his cultivation was evidently the lowest, but his seating position was exceedingly high.

Beside him was the Chief Shugou of the Shugubu Tribe, Lugu, with a late-stage Golden Core cultivation, his body tall, like a small mountain.

Mo Hua’s position was just slightly lower than Lugu’s...almost on par.

In fact, if it weren’t because this alliance meeting was attended by all Golden Core cultivators, not just ordinary ones, with late middle stage ones aplenty, Mo Hua felt too dangerous, so he let Lugu sit a bit ahead to protect him.

Otherwise, according to the rules of the Shugubu Tribe, he, the lord shaman, ranks higher than the chief Lugu.

Even though Mo Hua ”lowered his status,” sitting with Lugu as his second, it still attracted the side glances of many great chieftains, chief elders, and barbarian generals present.

After all, this was a rare alliance meeting of large tribes that had not occurred for centuries.

Golden Core cultivators were everywhere.

Many middle stage Golden Core tribe leaders with illustrious battle achievements didn’t even have a seat and could only stand to discuss matters like subordinates.

But Mo Hua, the youngest, with the lowest cultivation, even abysmally low at just Foundation Establishment, could sit openly on a high seat, almost equal to some tribe chieftains, how could this not make people feel uneasy and confused?

Even many hot-tempered and arrogant barbarian generals looked at Mo Hua with hostility in their eyes.

The great chieftains and chief elders of various tribes sat above them, they could endure.

But Mo Hua, this ”little brat,” clearly didn’t have the qualification.

Though they were discontented in their hearts, they didn’t dare cause trouble.

This is an alliance meeting of tribes, a once-in-a-century major event, not an occasion for them to act recklessly and be contentious.

Moreover, Mo Hua was sitting next to Lugu.

Though they despised Mo Hua for ”relying on others,” they didn’t dare defy Lugu.

Lugu was notorious for his brutality.

Though the rumor outside was that the previous Chief Shugou was assassinated due to old age, dying at the hands of the traitor Cangu, wise people could still see who truly used a dark hand.

To kill one’s own chief on a whim, let alone other tribes’ Golden Core cultivators.

Thus, though they hated Mo Hua, they had no way to deal with him.

Among those watching Mo Hua, the most surprised was Chief Dan Lie of the Danque Tribe.

He didn’t expect Lugu actually participated in this alliance meeting.

And seeing the relationship between Lugu and Mo Hua, Dan Lie’s heart was subtly shaken.

Others might think Mo Hua relied on the Shugubu Tribe, on Lugu as the chief, to have such status.

But Dan Lie could faintly sense...

It’s not Lugu ordering Mo Hua, nor Lugu using Mo Hua as a puppet of the Divine Sect.

It’s truly this young-looking shaman ”ordering” the late-stage Golden Core Lugu.

Dan Lie found it unbelievable.

He had met Lugu several times before and knew what kind of person this former general, now chief, was.

With his capabilities and arrogance, there’s no way he could be controlled.

Let alone by someone only reaching his waist in height, whose age was not even a fraction of his, with cultivation only at Foundation Establishment.

”Why...”

”What on earth happened here...”

”Lugu... ’controlled’?”

Dan Lie furrowed his brows tightly, looking at Mo Hua again, suddenly felt that Mo Hua’s clear face exuded an unspeakable wickedness.

Mo Hua remained calm, his gaze steady, posing with a ”dignified” shaman demeanor.

After all, next, he might face the test of a ”real or fake shaman,” and mustn’t be careless...

As time passed, all the related matters of the alliance meeting were fully prepared.

The high-ranking members from the participating tribes also were all present.

Yet the meeting was still not commenced, everyone was patient, seemingly waiting for something, Mo Hua felt a bit tired, so he began to close his eyes to rest.

After another hour, in the originally somewhat noisy venue, it suddenly became pin-drop silent.

Two deep Divine Thought emanations swept through the entire hall.

Mo Hua’s heart slightly tightened, he slowly opened his eyes, followed the aura, and saw that within the hall, two cultivators with extraordinary auras had walked in at some point.