Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2892: Chapter 156: Descent of the ”God

Compared to the towering figures of the Barbarian Tribes, this shadow was too thin, too slender. Standing on the grand Divine Altar, it seemed so small yet strangely eerie.

Everyone was taken aback.

Especially the three Upper Witches present: Yan Zhu, Qing Zhu, and Black Vulture Elder.

Exhausted, they fell to the ground, unable to struggle for the moment. Yet, as their gazes shifted, they saw the Shaman robe worn by that thin shadow, along with that fair, jade-like face, delicate and handsome like a picture.

Yan Zhu exclaimed in shock, ”It’s you?!”

Mo Hua smiled faintly.

In Yan Zhu’s heart, a tempest arose, ”How did you get up here? You’re merely at Foundation Establishment, you...”

His heart was filled with shock and confusion.

Even Qing Zhu and Black Vulture Elder were full of disbelief in their eyes.

This is the Divine Altar, entwined with the Vermilion Bird Fire, a place inaccessible even to those in the Late Golden Core Stage. It’s an ancient altar where even they, the Upper Witches, had to tread cautiously.

Below the altar, powerful Late Golden Core Stage warriors were fighting fiercely.

Outside, layer upon layer of armies surrounded them.

How did this young lad, merely at Foundation Establishment, manage to bypass all these obstacles and ascend the altar?

Moreover, how did he manage to elude the senses of the three Upper Witches and remain hidden until now?

A strange chill surged through their hearts.

At this moment, Yan Zhu’s heart suddenly stirred, and he hurriedly said, ”Little... little brother...”

Mo Hua looked at Yan Zhu.

Yan Zhu smiled apologetically, ”Do you remember our agreement? You for... no, you help me with something. I can introduce you to the Royal Court and officially enshrine you with the name of a Shaman, allowing you to walk openly in the Great Wilderness, commanding all major tribes...”

Mo Hua’s gaze moved slightly, seemingly a little tempted.

Seeing this, Yan Zhu immediately said, ”Now... help me place my Divine Dao Token onto the plate beneath the Vermilion Bird Golden Tree...”

”This is a virtuous act of the Divine Way; once the Candle Fire God descends, you’ll be granted countless blessings!”

Upon hearing this, Mo Hua couldn’t help but take a step forward, moving towards the Candle Fire Crystal Jade on the ground.

Yan Zhu’s face was filled with joy.

Qing Zhu and Black Vulture Elder’s faces changed drastically, yet even in their hurry, they were utterly powerless to stop him.

In just about a dozen steps, Mo Hua reached the Candle Fire Crystal Jade. He bent down to pick up this precious fiery red crystal stone.

Yan Zhu’s face was brimming with elation at the imminent completion of his great task.

Mo Hua carefully examined the Candle Fire Crystal Jade, touched it, and found no issue. Then... he quietly tucked it into his own storage bag.

And then, just like that, there was nothing more.

Yan Zhu’s eyes nearly popped out.

He held back a mouthful of blood in his chest, nearly spitting it out.

With the deity above, on the ancient altar, in front of so many people, boldly acting as a thief of the Divine Way?! No sense of shame at all?!

”You...” Yan Zhu was so furious he couldn’t speak.

After tucking away the Candle Fire Crystal Jade, Mo Hua turned towards the Qingqiu Silk.

Qing Zhu’s complexion changed, and he hurriedly said, ”Little... Taoist Friend, this is a woman’s green silk, a token of the Qingqiu God. It’s not quite appropriate for a young man like you to hold...”

Yet Mo Hua had already reached the Qingqiu Silk, extending his fair hand to pick up the strand of green silk.

Qing Zhu bit his lip, his face flush, eyes filled with seductive charm nearly dripping, softly and alluringly said to Mo Hua:

”Little friend... if you place this green silk on the altar, I offer myself for whatever my little brother desires. The blessing of the Qingqiu God will surely let the little friend experience the ecstasy of earthly pleasures, beyond anything imaginable...”

Mo Hua turned and looked at Qing Zhu.

Their gazes met.

Qing Zhu’s eyes were as alluring as water, full of spring.

Mo Hua’s gaze was clear, untainted.

He looked into Qing Zhu’s eyes, unperturbed, as he tucked the Qingqiu Silk, the Divine Dao Token, into his storage bag, his heart unruffled.

Having been gazed upon by Mo Hua’s clear, pure eyes, the desire in Qing Zhu’s eyes faded, replaced by an unexpected sense of self-abasement.

Qing Zhu’s heart was filled with shock, then terror.

Who... exactly is this person...

After tucking away the Qingqiu Silk, Mo Hua scanned the surroundings, then advanced towards the final Divine Dao Token:

The Witch Vulture Eyes.

This was dug out from Black Vulture Elder’s eyes, still stained with black blood.

They are crucial for the Witch Vulture God Descent.

Black Vulture Elder could no longer afford to be shocked by Mo Hua’s oddities or to question the origins of Mo Hua. He could only use a hoarse voice to say:

”Taoist Friend, wait... Taoist Friend, the Witch Vulture feeds on carrion, its deathly glares different from the Divine Dao Tokens of Candle Fire and Qingqiu. It carries a deathly rot that only believers of the Witch Vulture Way, who feed daily on carrion, can handle. If carried, it will taint the heart spirit and corrupt one’s Dao... Taoist Friend... you...”

His painstaking words seemed to genuinely have an effect.

After picking up the Witch Vulture Eyes, Mo Hua indeed eyed the death gaze, appearing contemplative, and didn’t place it in his storage bag.

Black Vulture Elder was stunned, his heart was then stirred, his deep eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice:

”Could Taoist Friend... place the death gaze... upon the Vermilion Bird Divine Altar? Such kindness, I would repay with my life...”

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment and then, holding the Witch Vulture Eyes, truly walked towards the golden tree beneath the Vermilion Bird Statue.

This act elicited almost universal astonishment.

All barbarian soldiers outside the altar, whether from the Danque Tribe, Bi Fang Tribe, Flame Wing Tribe, Fire Shadow Tribe, or Wujiu Tribe, were bewildered.

Believers of Mo Hua, such as Dan Zhu, Chi Feng, and the people of Shugubu, were all equally shocked, not knowing what their Shaman Lord intended to do?