Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2898: Chapter 158: Witch Vulture God

Inside the shaman’s secret chamber, the atmosphere was solemn and tranquil, with smoke curling up from the incense burner.

Mo Hua sat in the center, surrounded by walls, and the vast floor where he had laid down multiple layers of formations.

Like a cobweb, densely packed, protecting him within, isolating all prying eyes and schemes.

Outside the secret chamber, Lugu, Dan Zhu, Chi Feng, and others, a group of Mo Hua’s most trusted Golden Core in the Great Wilderness, were leading a group of Bone Heavy Armored Barbarian Soldiers, strictly defending.

Without Mo Hua’s command, no one was allowed to enter the chamber or disturb his retreat without permission.

This was an absolute order.

Mo Hua’s tone was also extremely stern, even invoking the title of ”Divine Lord” to intimidate the wicked.

Because this time ”feeding” was really different.

This was the key to whether he could advance to the Golden Core, and also concerned whether he could make further progress on the Divine Thought.

Mo Hua closed his eyes in meditation.

Inside the chamber, it was dead silent.

Yet within the Sea of Consciousness, Mo Hua had already begun the great feast.

Wujiu Great God, was an ancient deity of the Barbaric Wilderness. Although his combat power didn’t seem that strong, his capacity for the Divine Way was considerable.

Moreover, his divine skills were actually not weak, it was just Mo Hua had the innate advantage, and his means were too strong.

At this moment, the pure Melting Fire Formation was sizzling on the ground.

Mo Hua sat cross-legged on the ground, holding a small golden sword formed by his divine thought, cutting slices of the Wujiu Great God’s dark telekinesis, putting them on the fire to roast.

When it turned color, and the black faded, the telekinesis whitened, and it was almost ready, Mo Hua opened his mouth, let out an ”awoo” and swallowed the roasted telekinesis.

Just like that, he roasted and ate simultaneously.

Eating and eating, his originally tense face gradually revealed a relaxed expression.

He hadn’t had such a succulent ”divine thought” in a long time.

When was the last time he ate it, he had already forgotten.

Just then, as Mo Hua leisurely ate piece by piece of the ”roasted deity,”

in secrecy, a small thread of divine thought ”meat string”, unbeknownst to anyone, detached from the Wujiu Great God’s ”body”, roamed to a corner of Mo Hua’s Sea of Consciousness, slowly becoming concentrated, then self-decomposed into a wisp of black gas, producing a bit of rotten flesh, and a nearly transparent black feather faintly appeared.

Afterward, this ”meat string” began to take root, like a hair fallen to the ground that nobody noticed, or like a small grass on a cliff’s edge, parasitizing in the solid rock crevice.

But it ”rooted” for a long time, discovering this Sea of Consciousness was intrinsically solid.

Even with his divine thought practice, he couldn’t pierce a gap to parasitize.

This Sea of Consciousness was solid beyond human comprehension.

Even, unlike what a ”flesh being” could have for a Sea of Consciousness.

He felt a little irritated but was still stubborn, the black death line continued desperately burrowing into the walls of consciousness.

Just at this moment, a crisp voice rang out: ”How about...give it up?”

The ”black thread” trembled, like a thief scared of being caught, not daring to move at all.

He didn’t even know if this kid was talking to him, even more, dared not reply.

Mo Hua, with his mouth full of ”divine meat,” casually mumbled: ”Come out, you’re stirring my Sea of Consciousness, don’t you know it’s ticklish?”

Ticklish?

The black thread of thought trembled again, not knowing whether it was rage or humiliation.

Then, black light suddenly flashed, the death’s decomposition force was unsealed, flowing out of the thought thread, reassembling like skin, flesh, and bones, slowly restoring, transforming into a handsome and tall youth clad in Witch Vulture Feathers, with a stern and somber gaze, his complexion frighteningly pale.

This youth stared intensely at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua, while eating his ”meat,” turned his head, glanced back at him, somewhat surprised:

”Is this your divine embodiment?”

Deity, has many embodiments.

There are the full-powered true Divine Way bodies displayed during fierce combat.

Also, there are humanoid embodiments wandering the world.

Mo Hua’s old friend, Lord Yellow Mountain, is such.

His humanoid embodiment is the melancholic, despondent, and downtrodden Mountain Lord at the Mountain God Temple.

The real divine body is a tall and imposing, mighty-looking Yellow Mountain Spirit Beast.

Generally, deities, unless at the point of life-and-death strife, show themselves in ”semi-human” embodies since deities feed on human incense, and telekinesis comes from human belief.

Thus, much deity’s divinity naturally carries a trace of ”humanity.”

This intricate knowledge about deities, Mo Hua slowly researched and discovered through personal practice and personally becoming a deity.

An ordinary person who hasn’t been a ”god” wouldn’t know.

Witch Vulture God transformed into a somber-looking, half-human, and half-vulture youth, glaring at Mo Hua, hoarsely asked:

”What on earth...are you?”

Mo Hua still with Witch Vulture God’s ”meat” in his mouth, muffledly said: ”I said, I’m the Divine Lord.”

Wujiu Great God sneered, ”Don’t think I haven’t seen a Divine Lord...”

Mo Hua’s eating paused, his expression somewhat bewildered, then his eyes lit up, ”You’ve seen the Master of the Great Wilderness?”

”When did you see it?”

”Approximately how many years ago?”

”What does the Master of the Great Wilderness look like? Is he ugly? How strong is his realm? Is he dead? Where did he go now?”

Mo Hua blurted out a barrage of questions.

Witch Vulture God continued to sneer, ”Not knowing anything, and yet...you dare call yourself the Divine Lord?”

Mo Hua waved his hand, ”That’s different, the Master of the Great Wilderness was the ’former’ Divine Lord, I’m the ’current’ Divine Lord.”