The Quest for Immortality

”What?” Elder Zamu’s heart trembled.

Mo Hua had no choice but to repeat:

”Write down all the names, origins, addresses, and sacrificial rituals of the ’Barbarian Gods’ you know of nearby and give them to me...”

”Not a single one can be left out.”

Elder Zamu didn’t know what this ”Senior” in front of him was planning to do.

But he felt that on that handsome face, in those clear eyes, there was a very dangerous aura illuminating.

This made Elder Zamu feel that he might be committing a ”crime.”

The previous scene of Wutu God being ripped apart and swallowed alive flashed back in his mind.

Elder Zamu’s voice was somewhat trembling:

”This... I’m afraid, that’s not very appropriate...”

Mo Hua then said, ”Write down the names and addresses of the Barbarian Gods, and I assure your grandson’s safety and well-being.”

Upon hearing this, Elder Zamu shivered.

Mo Hua continued, ”The Barbarian Gods can’t protect your grandson, but I can.”

Elder Zamu was silent for a moment, then quietly grabbed some paper, without any superfluous words, and wrote down all the names of the tribal Barbarian Gods he knew and handed them to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua took the paper, glanced at it, and seemed quite pleased with its content.

Seeing this, Elder Zamu suddenly felt a deep regret for some unknown reason, but he dared not go back on his word. Instead, he carefully asked Mo Hua:

”Senior, what... do you plan to do?”

Mo Hua folded the paper and put it in his chest, ”You don’t need to worry about that. Just pretend nothing happened.”

”Yes...” Elder Zamu’s expression was somewhat bitter. He looked at Mo Hua again and softly asked:

”By the way, how should I address you, Senior?”

”I...”

Mo Hua initially wanted to say his name, but changed his mind as the words came to his mouth, ”You can call me... ’Mr. Witch’.”

”Mr. Witch?” Elder Zamu was taken aback, ”Are you also a shaman of the royal family?”

Mo Hua’s gaze shimmered slightly, but he didn’t reply.

Elder Zamu dared not ask further, and simply said, ”Regardless, the great kindness of Mr. Witch will be remembered by our Wutu Tribe.”

Mo Hua nodded, handing a bottle of pills to Elder Zamu:

”Have your grandson take one each morning and evening. During other times, have him stay calm and quiet, with a peaceful mind. There’s also a bottle of fasting pills here, two per day, so he doesn’t go hungry.”

Elder Zamu accepted them, feeling grateful, and bowed in thanks:

”I am an old man, thank you for your great kindness, Mr. Witch.”

After speaking, when Elder Zamu looked up again, he found the space before him empty, with no sign of ”Mr. Witch.”

Not even knowing how this Mr. Witch vanished.

Elder Zamu was filled with fear, his respect for this young Mr. Witch growing, so he bent down and gave a deep bow to the empty space in front of him.

...

Two hours later.

Having left the Wutu Tribe, Mo Hua arrived at a canyon.

Within the canyon resided another tribe, called the ”Wotai Tribe.”

Most of the tribe names in the Great Wilderness were derived from local sources, usually from plants, mountains, or Barbaric Beast and Monster Beasts.

”Wotai” meant rat in the barbarian language.

And the totem of the Wotai Tribe was indeed a savage and fierce-looking rat demon with sharp teeth.

The Barbarian God they revered was also a rat god.

These details were all written on the ”notes” Elder Zamu gave to Mo Hua.

Without a moment’s delay, as soon as Mo Hua got the ”notes from Elder Zamu,” he began his plan to ”hunt the Barbarian Gods” as listed.

For many years, Mo Hua’s study of formations had always been about applying what he learned and uniting knowledge with action, making him naturally highly proactive.

Moreover, his Divine Thought was truly ”hungry.”

For a while, he had been anxious because his Divine Sense had not been sufficiently nourished and couldn’t grow stronger.

Now, things were finally getting better.

Mo Hua flipped through the ”menu,” concealed himself, and ventured into the Wotai Tribe.

The Wotai Tribe was also a small tribe, though slightly stronger than the Wutu Tribe, still not strong enough, having only two cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage and around one or two hundred tribal residents, which posed no threat to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua entered the camp of Wotai Tribe, yet no one was aware of his presence.

However, after several rounds, he still couldn’t find the portal and entrance to the Wotai Barbarian God’s shrine.

He tried using the Demon Bone Divination Skill to pinpoint it.

But as the causal connections extended into the Wotai Tribe, they merged with the tribe’s cultivators and dissipated without a trace.

Mo Hua speculated, this was likely one of the Barbarian God’s abilities.

Barbarian God and Believer are intertwined entities.

Believers provide faith to the Barbarian God, and the Barbarian God gives blessings back to the believers, causing their causal connections to be intertwined.

Thus, when believers encounter ”disasters,” the Barbarian God uses divine telekinesis to eliminate the ”disasters.”

When the Barbarian God faces ”disasters,” the believers’ faith helps offset some of the causative force for the Barbarian God.

Hence, when someone like Mo Hua, a ”calamity,” comes knocking on their door seeking trouble with their Barbarian God.

The power of causal deduction would be partially diverted by the believers’ faith, losing its focus on the Barbarian God, rendering its whereabouts untraceable.

Such is the long-term ”symbiosis” ecology between Barbarian Gods and Believers.

Of course, this is merely an ideal situation.

In actual symbiosis, numerous contradictions and changes exist.

Like believers being greedy and committing numerous crimes, corrupting their faith, forcing the deity to fall.

Or when the deity enters the evil path, beguiling believers, turning them into evil demons, etc...

Such ”symbiosis” is mutually beneficial yet easy to corrupt.

The knowledge on the Divine Way is profoundly complex, filled with many variables and deep intricacies.

Regarding such ”symbiosis,” Mo Hua had no good solution.

It’s impossible for him to lay a heavy hand on the believers to force the Barbarian God to appear.