Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2897: Chapter 157: I Am the Divine Lord (Part 3)

His truly formidable ”Divine Power” only existed in the realm of the Divine Thought and couldn’t harm those like the Young Master of Wujiu below the Divine Altar.

Even if he could harm them, the ”fateful evilness” in his Life Chart was still there, making it possible to kill deities but not humans.

Therefore, he could only watch as the Young Master of Wujiu escaped from the Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm.

And it wasn’t just the Young Master of Wujiu who fled.

Bi Jie from the Bi Fang Tribe, along with high-ranking members from the Flame Wings Tribe, Red Simurgh Tribe, and Fire Eagle Tribe, and even some elders from the Danque Tribe, afraid of Mo Hua’s unification of divine power, chose to ”defect.”

The Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm underwent a horizontal ”split” from top to bottom.

The boundary of this split was the ”faith” in Mo Hua, in the Divine Lord.

Those who believed stayed, those who didn’t left.

Mo Hua silently watched all this happen, without much obstruction.

Destiny always subjects people to selection time and again.

And such selection inevitably goes through countless twists and turns...

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The next day, in the great hall of the Shugu Tribe.

Mo Hua sat on the shaman’s seat.

Yan Zhu, Qing Zhu, and the Black Vulture Elder stood below with pale faces, not even daring to lift their heads to look at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua asked, ”Have you made up your minds?”

Yan Zhu and Qing Zhu remained silent, feeling anxious.

Instead, it was the Black Vulture Elder who suddenly knelt before Mo Hua with a ”thud,” saying, ”This old man, willing to serve the Divine Lord with my broken body and be at your service, Shaman.”

As the shaman of the Wujiu Tribe, he deeply understood the ancientness and greatness of the Wujiu Great God.

Precisely because of this, he knew how terrifying this ”Divine Lord,” who could rip apart the Wujiu God, truly was.

And he also understood profoundly that this shaman before him, with a youthful appearance, was equally terrifying.

Because this was a monster capable of ”Summoning God” just by word of mouth, without rituals, offerings, or even a Divine Dao Token.

Just standing there, saying ”Summon the Divine Lord,” and the Divine Lord descended.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say he was the Divine Lord’s own son.

A divine descent by word alone—in the Divine Way, among all the shamans, this was an absolutely terrifying existence with unyielding ”Divine Lineage.”

Likewise, it made him, a shaman who had always been a servant of the deity, envious to the core.

Sensible people adapt to circumstances, and the Black Vulture Elder was the first to submit.

Having survived a deadly battle before, he was already like a flickering candle in the wind. If he didn’t surrender early enough to cling to life, he would truly face the death of Dao dispersion.

Seeing the Black Vulture Elder kneeling, Yan Zhu and Qing Zhu, though bitter in their hearts, had no choice but to bow their heads and kneel to Mo Hua.

They were all in the Late Golden Core Stage, all Upper Witches, with their own dignity.

Yet, having witnessed the mighty divine battle that day, despite being Upper Witches, they had no choice but to kneel to Mo Hua.

Kneeling down perhaps meant losing the dignity of an Upper Witch.

But not kneeling would indicate a lack of the ”common sense” required of a shaman.

”We... are willing to serve Shaman... through fire and water...” Yan Zhu and Qing Zhu said in unison.

Mo Hua nodded slightly.

A fence needs three posts; a good religious con man naturally requires three helpers.

If these three Upper Witches of Late Golden Core Stage could serve him, then as the Divine Lord’s shaman, he would have even more authority.

Yan Zhu looked up at Mo Hua, his gaze filled with fear, hesitating to speak.

Mo Hua said, ”You can speak what’s on your mind.”

Only then did Yan Zhu cautiously say, ”Shaman, if you find my Divine Dao Token disdainful, you might as well...”

Mo Hua shook his head, ”It’s fine, I don’t disdain it.”

Yan Zhu was so choked up he couldn’t speak.

Qing Zhu and the Black Vulture Elder also had worried expressions on their faces.

Mo Hua then comforted them, ”Rest assured, do your work for me diligently. When the time is right, I will give the Divine Dao Tokens back to you.’

The three dared not question whether Mo Hua was making empty promises and repeatedly said, ”Thank you, Shaman.”

Mo Hua nodded, satisfied with the outcome, and waved them off:

”All right, go and rest.”

These three shamans had fought grievously in the battle, almost to the point of spilling their brains. Their Divine Thought was nearly exhausted, and if they didn’t rest, they might die before they could even start working for him.

The three bowed and said, ”Yes.”

As they were leaving, Mo Hua suddenly called out to Qing Zhu, ”You stay.”

Qing Zhu was taken aback but still stayed as ordered.

Yan Zhu and the Black Vulture Elder were puzzled but didn’t dare to ask more, bowed, and took their leave.

In the great hall, only Mo Hua and Qing Zhu remained.

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, then looked at Qing Zhu’s lower abdomen and suddenly asked, ”Are you... with child?”

Qing Zhu’s face changed instantly, turning even paler with not a trace of blood as she stuttered:

”Shaman, you... you...”

She seemed to want to say something but didn’t dare, nor did she know how Mo Hua knew.

But considering that Mo Hua was a shaman of the Divine Lord, serving such an unimaginably powerful deity and being highly favored by the deity, it wasn’t surprising that he could see through the veils of mystery.

Thinking of this, Qing Zhu became even more afraid, her body unable to stop trembling.

Mo Hua frowned, somewhat surprised.

It was really true...

From the surface, Qing Zhu showed no signs of pregnancy, not even revealing a trace of energy.

Even during the life-or-death struggle atop the Divine Altar with Yan Zhu and the Black Vulture Elder, it didn’t seem like she was with child.

Until the Witch Vulture God descended, blurring the lines of reality.

Mo Hua’s Divine Thought also ”descended” into the mortal realm. It was through the eyes bestowed by the deity’s Dao transformation that he noticed a strange ”life force” in Qing Zhu’s abdomen.

Mo Hua wasn’t sure whether it was pregnancy, hence he asked Qing Zhu.

Qing Zhu said nothing, but from her expression, it was highly likely that this conjecture was true.

This female shaman, devoted to the Qingqiu Divine Dao, alluring in appearance, truly carried a child...

Seeing Qing Zhu’s pale face, cold sweat forming on her forehead, evidently gripped by extreme anxiety.

Mo Hua sighed lightly and said, ”You may go now and rest well... I won’t tell anyone about this.”

Qing Zhu was stunned, her expression tinged with surprise, then she felt a wave of relief in her heart.

She bowed gracefully to Mo Hua, earnestly saying, ”Thank you, Shaman.”

Mo Hua waved his hand.

Qing Zhu then bent down and retreated.

Watching Qing Zhu’s departing figure, Mo Hua pondered for a moment and then shook his head.

A shaman encountered in passing, whoever’s child she bore had nothing to do with him; there was no need to dig deeper or invade her privacy.

Mo Hua temporarily put this matter aside.

Only, he did not realize that this child Qing Zhu hid from Heavenly secrets and concealed deeply, indeed had myriad connections to him...

Yet at this moment, Mo Hua was utterly unaware.

His thoughts were focused on other matters—one most important task:

To completely refine the Wujiu Great God, consuming Its telekinesis, and then attempting to break through to the twenty-four patterns of Divine Thought...

That was the largest hurdle in his Core Formation...

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