Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2689: Chapter 82: Death and Life (Part 3)

Dan Zhu felt grateful in his heart.

The people of the Danque Tribe were moved to tears at this moment.

They never expected that the Shaman Lord cared so much about them.

Within a short span of two hours, he exhausted himself praying to the Divine Lord, seeking the Divine Lord’s blessing, and laying down the Holy Pattern to heal the injured of the Danque Tribe.

Such immense grace and virtue left them immeasurably indebted.

Mo Hua didn’t think much about it, instead using the excuse of ”observing the injuries,” he shuttled between the various Wood Formations and the wounded, constantly observing the operation of the Formation, and the depletion of Blood Qi and surplus of Wood in the wounded, to fathom the transformation between life and death, and to comprehend the profound essence of this ”Wood Revitalization Formation.”

Just like that, the injuries of the wounded in the Danque Tribe were gradually being controlled.

Mo Hua’s grasp of the Wood Revitalization Formation, and his understanding of the transformation between Death Qi and vitality during ”healing the sick and saving people,” also gradually deepened...

...

Meanwhile, in the Taoist State.

In a very secluded courtyard within a Fifth-grade State Realm.

An elderly man with snow-white hair, wearing a hat, was fishing by a small pond.

He was said to be fishing, yet it looked more like he was napping.

He lay half on the grass, with a small wooden table in front of him, a pot of tea, and an unfinished chess game on the table.

To his right, a fishing rod hung in the air, with no hook on the line, dangling into the water, naturally ignored by fish.

In others’ eyes, the elder never won a chess game.

Nor had he ever caught a fish.

Yet this elder still enjoyed himself.

As a Pavilion Elder of the Heaven Shu Pavilion, with years of toil and mental exhaustion, he now retired to his hometown, finding it rare to enjoy tranquility.

Until a small golden fish in the water licked the fishing line, even poking its head out of the water to glance at the Pavilion Elder.

Only then did the Pavilion Elder awaken.

But when the Pavilion Elder opened his eyes and looked back, the fish quickly plunged into the water with a splash, leaving no trace.

The Pavilion Elder was a bit bewildered, murmuring softly:

”So clever... how will I ever catch it?”

The water surface was as calm as a mirror.

The Pavilion Elder rose slowly, moving the fishing rod, but without a hook, it only disturbed some ripples.

The ripples alerted some big fish with vacant eyes.

These big fish, floating on the water, stared blankly at the Pavilion Elder, seemingly unafraid of him, unaware of the need to hide underwater.

Looking at this, the Pavilion Elder felt a bit annoyed.

Why is there such a gap between fishes under heaven?

Smart fish are too clever, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Stupid fish, too foolish, with death imminent, still expose their heads above water.

Yet in this world, smart fish are too small.

While the foolish ones are tremendously large.

The Pavilion Elder frowned, then gradually relaxed.

”Almost forgot, I’m retired. No need to worry about such things...”

The Pavilion Elder pointed his finger in the air.

The teapot floated up automatically, swayed its belly, then its spout tilted, and the brewed tea poured itself into the cup.

The cup then floated in front of the Pavilion Elder.

The Pavilion Elder took the cup, sipped some tea, squinted his eyes, and reclined back onto the bamboo chair, basking in the celestial sun, enjoying the mountain breeze, with no distracting noises, nor burdensome cases, making him seem a few centuries younger.

When one is extremely busy, ”leisure” becomes the most luxurious things.

The Pavilion Elder indulged for a while in luxury, enjoyed some leisure, but in the end, he slowly opened his eyes again.

He looked up at the sky, unable to completely calm his mind.

Smart people often see what others can’t.

Once you see certain things, it’s hard not to care.

Yet many things are predestined causes and effects, rendering one powerless.

Just like... when someone is fated to die, they will die.

The vitality of flesh, if it dissipates, there are methods for healing.

But if the vitality of cause and effect is severed, it’s a truly dead-end path...

Even if one momentarily escapes bodily disaster, ultimately, they can hardly escape the death of cause and effect.

The Pavilion Elder gazed at the clear sky, finally sighed deeply, and placed a white piece on the chessboard.

But the white piece was instantly swallowed by a black piece.

The black pieces on the unfinished game formed a terrifying black fog, seemingly devouring all the white pieces.

The Pavilion Elder’s gaze was heavy, murmuring:

”You need to be a bit smarter, learn a bit more...”

”Please... don’t die in this calamity...”

...

The three thousand Wildland.

Within the Stone Palace of the Shugu Skill Department in the Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm.

Mo Hua was still bowing his head, studying the various changes of the Wood Revitalization Formation, when suddenly his heart throbbed, prompting him to look skyward.

Yet inside the Stone Palace, when he looked up, he saw only the ceiling, unable to see the sky.

Mo Hua felt a bit puzzled inside; after pondering for a while, he shook his head and continued studying the Wood Formation and the changes between life and death.

He wanted to decipher these mysterious and obscure changes in the Formation as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, before long, the Bi Fang Tribe launched another attack.

This time, Bi Jie led the team personally.

Bi Jie attacked various minor tribes nearby, capturing a bunch of Barbarian Slaves, then ordered these slaves to charge as cannon fodder, assaulting the Shugu Skill Department.

The elite forces of the Bi Fang Tribe were still in the rear, waiting for an opportunity to eliminate the Barbarian Soldiers of the Danque Tribe.

The battle erupted instantly.

After a period of fierce fighting, both sides retreated.

Once again, many Barbarian Soldiers of the Danque Tribe suffered from the Blood Fang poison, bleeding profusely.

Then a day later, Bi Jie attacked again with his men, repeating the previous tactics, causing more casualties.

He truly intended to ”wear out” the Danque Tribe to death.

Once the Barbarian Soldiers were gone, he would easily overpower the minority, lead an army to besiege Dan Zhu.

Seizing military supplies naturally would be effortless.

This was Bi Jie’s original plan.

But what perplexed him was that things didn’t unfold as he had anticipated.

The Barbarian Soldiers of the Danque Tribe hardly ”died.”

Even many of those poisoned by Blood Fang reappeared on the battlefield after a few days.

This is impossible!

Bi Jie’s gaze was cold.

This poison he had treasured for so long has no antidote. Once afflicted, Blood Qi and life will continuously seep away.

Even with medicine to replenish, how could these many poisoned Barbarian Soldiers make a recovery?

”What’s going on? Which wretch is sabotaging my plans?”

Bi Jie’s face twisted. A sacred, fair face suddenly emerged in his mind.

On the other side, Mo Hua also wore an unkind expression.

He knew that continuing like this was not sustainable...