Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2674: Chapter 77: One Sword (Part 3)

The only problem is that Iron Skill Bone’s dance is terrible.

But there’s no choice; he’s the only one who can dance it.

Iron Skill Bone keeps stumbling, fumbling clumsily, spending twice as much time as usual to adapt to his painfully splitting limbs, entering a slightly drunken state of frenzy.

With Iron Skill Bone’s dance, matching a special rhythm, the atmosphere inside the grand hall begins to change.

On the statue of the White Bone Barbarian God, blood qi oozes out.

Blood flows from the Barbarian God’s face.

The aura of the Evil Spirit becomes increasingly intense.

Mo Hua’s gaze grows ever brighter.

Finally, as a deep and dreadful muttering echoes, a blood mist suddenly descends, shrouding the altar from top to bottom.

This blood mist of the Evil God, ordinary cultivators shouldn’t be able to see it.

But Iron Skill Bone sees it.

Originally dancing, Iron Skill Bone turns pale instantly, and exclaims in fear:

”True God... This is the True God?! The True form of Lord Barbarian God has actually descended?!”

”Blood mist descending, meeting the True God, stripping the mortal coil, eternally serving the Divine Way...”

”We’re doomed... doomed...”

Iron Skill Bone’s face contorts, turns to flee, but his legs don’t work well, forcing him to escape with a cane.

Before long, a black fireball flies over, directly knocking away his cane.

Iron Skill Bone falls to the ground, the pain in his fractured limbs intense, looking up at Mo Hua who bombarded him with the Fireball Technique, angry and stunned:

”You...”

But before he finishes speaking, the blood mist of evil thoughts envelops him.

Iron Skill Bone’s consciousness gradually blurs, then collapses, passing out.

Mo Hua stands still, his expression calm, quietly waiting for the blood mist of the Evil God to engulf him.

Meanwhile, outside the Stone Palace.

Everyone feels an inexplicable dread, as if something terrifying is awakening within the Stone Palace.

But they can’t see anything, hear anything, even the divine sense detects nothing unusual, only the oppressive heaviness in their hearts, as if being watched by some powerful and violent presence.

The people of the Bi Fang Tribe are in panic, and Young Master Bi Jie has a solemn expression.

On the side of the Danque Tribe, Chi Feng and several other Golden Core cultivators exchange glances, their brows deeply furrowed.

Dan Zhu prays for Mo Hua’s safety, worried and anxious.

But they have no idea what’s in the Stone Palace, nor dare to defy Mo Hua, the ”shaman,” and rashly enter.

...

Within the Stone Palace.

After a spinning of heaven and earth.

Iron Skill Bone opens his eyes, looks down and finds his broken arms and legs completely intact.

But in his heart, there is not a hint of joy.

He knows well that he is no longer ”alive” in this world.

He has arrived in the realm of ”Lord Barbarian God.”

Iron Skill Bone’s heart is filled with despair.

He knew that he should never, never have gotten involved with that venomous pretty boy.

Now, inattentively, he ended up in the forbidden domain belonging solely to the deity.

According to legend in the Shugu Clan, seeing the true form of the deity is a great blessing.

But it also means his divine soul can never return to the present world, and the Dao of his physical body is extinguished.

And in the records of the Shugubu, apart from the first ancestor, no one has ever survived after witnessing Lord Barbarian God and returned to the present world.

This sixteen-word warning: ”Blood mist descending, meeting the True God, stripping the mortal coil, eternally serving the Divine Way,” was left by Ancestor Shubu back then, advising future generations to venerate the deity but not to see the deity.

Now, everything has come true...

Iron Skill Bone’s heart is cold and dead.

Just at this moment, a deep and dreadful voice resounds: ”Why not kneel?”

Lord Barbarian God!

Iron Skill Bone immediately kneels with a thud, head bowed to the ground.

But moments later, he realizes this question doesn’t seem directed at him.

Iron Skill Bone secretly turns his head, glancing, and suddenly freezes.

Standing beside him is a...

Child?

Eyes like paintings, face like white jade, looking like a carved doll, very adorable.

But... where did this child come from?

Iron Skill Bone feels something amiss, carefully examining the child’s face, then suddenly startled:

It’s that venomous pretty boy?!

”How did he turn into a child?!”

”His divine soul... what’s happening?”

Iron Skill Bone is shocked, then hears the child speaking to the Barbarian God with a slightly disappointed and extremely rude attitude:

”Why have you only fallen halfway?”

Iron Skill Bone feels extreme terror, the chill reaching his heart, penetrating his bones.

This brat, what is he saying?!

How can he address Lord Barbarian God as ”you”?

How can he say Lord Barbarian God has ”fallen”?

Only halfway fallen?

From the tone, he’s not satisfied with halfway fall? Does he expect Lord Barbarian God to ”fall completely”?

Iron Skill Bone is extremely horrified.

”How can a ’person’ be so ignorant... so arrogant?”

Indeed, Lord Barbarian God gets angry.

Iron Skill Bone can feel it.

As a ”believer” of the Shugu Barbarian God, he can sense Lord Barbarian God’s fury, like a stormy blood rain, akin to a night of evil wind and terrifying disaster.

”This brat... he’s really courting death...”

”When he dies, please, please don’t involve me...”

”I don’t know him...”

Iron Skill Bone bangs his head against the stone steps of the palace, scared stiff, not daring to move.

Sure enough, with a roar, Lord Barbarian God’s fury, like black clouds covering the sky, blood rain sweeping, fills the entire hall.

A thunderous sound of something falling echoes.

Iron Skill Bone is trembling to the bone.

But this storm-like wrath, congealed for a long time, seems to be suspended in time, not yet descending.

Iron Skill Bone’s facial muscles twitch, a long time later, he dares to sneak a peek forward.

And then he sees a huge, grotesque white bone skull.

This skull has been sliced off, falling to the ground, its eye sockets full of terror.

And atop this skull stands a child.

The child looks like gold and jade, stepping on the white bone skull, holding a golden sword in his hand.

From the tip of the golden sword, the deity’s black blood drips down... one drop at a time.

This scene is so shocking.

Iron Skill Bone’s heart stops instantly.

Like a world-shattering tsunami, it sweeps through his mind, shattering all he has known in his three hundred years of life.