The Quest for Immortality

Entering the village, there is a large square.

The bloody statue of the Wolf God, majestic and ferocious, stands in the center of the square, surrounded by scattered limbs, decaying flesh, and a pungent stench.

At this moment, the vast majority of the Wulu Tribe’s cultivators are gathered in the square.

Leading the group are the three strongest Foundation Establishment Late Stage barbarian cultivators of the Wulu Tribe.

One is the chieftain, and the other two are upper elders.

Behind Mo Hua, the gate of the Wulu camp slowly closes.

Seven or eight hundred Wulu barbarian cultivators wielding Blood Blades gather around, encircling Mo Hua’s group completely.

Clearly, the Wulu Tribe had long known that Mo Hua was coming to subjugate them, so they deliberately allowed Mo Hua and his people in to ”shut the door and beat the dog.”

For a moment, the atmosphere is incredibly tense and heavy.

The Wulu barbarian cultivators holding Blood Blades are numerous, their eyes shining with a bloodthirsty glow.

Yet behind Mo Hua, the courage and loyalty of the barbarian cultivators from various tribes have long vanished; all of them look anxious and bewildered.

Only Mo Hua remains calm as ever.

The chieftain of the Wulu Tribe, tall and covered in bloody tattoos, his brown eyes like a beast’s, fixes a deadly stare at Mo Hua, and after a moment speaks in a hoarse voice:

”Are you that damned Shaman?”

Mo Hua’s expression is devout, saying:

”I am here by the order of the Lord of the Temple to subdue your Wulu Tribe. Kneel and submit early to avoid the pain of sinking into oblivion.”

The Wulu chieftain chuckles:

”You’re trying to deceive this old man... With that immature look, you dare call yourself a Shaman and dare to chant the name of the Divine Lord? Do you really take the Wulu Tribe for fools?”

Mo Hua shakes his head, pointing at the Wulu chieftain, accusing:

”You are not devout.”

The Wulu chieftain just wants to sneer a few more words, but suddenly sees firelight ignite at Mo Hua’s fingertips.

Spiritual Power, like liquid, gathers at the fingertip, transforming into a fireball akin to molten lava.

Moreover, the fireball is wrapped in black evil qi, making it daunting.

The Wulu chieftain’s face changes drastically, immediately roaring in anger, blood patterns moving all over his body, transforming into a half-human, half-wolf figure, with long fangs, and then rushing fiercely at Mo Hua.

His speed is astonishing, but Mo Hua’s fireball is even faster.

Before the Wulu chieftain can touch Mo Hua, the Fireball Technique infused with evil qi strikes his shoulder.

The roaring flames explode.

The Wulu chieftain is forced back three steps, his shoulder scorched black, the wound aching sharply, yet a coldness like maggots gnaws at his bones, making him shudder inside.

The Wulu chieftain’s expression is serious, looking at Mo Hua, gritting his teeth, saying:

”Who... exactly are you?”

Mo Hua remains indifferent, ”I am a Shaman sent by Divine Lord to spread the Divine Way. As a representative of heaven, I preach salvation throughout the Great Wilderness.”

The Wulu chieftain’s expression shakes, momentarily unsure if Mo Hua’s words are true.

Just then, another Foundation Establishment Late Stage upper elder advises the Wulu chieftain:

”This child falsely claims divine order and deserves a thousand deaths.”

”If he truly is a Shaman, he must be of noble status, how could he possibly bring only these greenhorn soldiers?”

Another Wulu elder also says, ”Chieftain, why not kill all these people, flay their skeletons and strip their skin, chop them into mince, and offer them to the Wulu God.”

”Our Wulu Tribe has its own god, no need to believe in any Divine Lord.”

The Wulu chieftain nods, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.

Even his gaze at Mo Hua reveals a flicker of interest.

He’s had a taste for human flesh, and seeing Mo Hua’s fair complexion stirs a craving within him, thinking:

Wondering what flavor this self-proclaimed ”Shaman” boy would have when eaten.

Mo Hua’s gaze is icy.

At this moment, other Wulu barbarian cultivators cannot hold back any longer, charging toward the two hundred barbarian cultivators behind Mo Hua.

They are truly bloodthirsty, and once the killing intent arises, it cannot be suppressed.

The Wulu chieftain and the two elders exchange a glance.

Then the Wulu chieftain, the two upper elders, and another seven or eight ordinary Foundation Establishment elders all charge toward Mo Hua.

Mo Hua uses the Five Elements Spell with unbeatable speed to maneuver against these Foundation Establishment elites of the Wulu Tribe.

Meanwhile, he looks back, seeing Elder Zamu and the two hundred barbarian cultivators surrounded and attacked by the ferocious Wulu tribesmen, to the point they can barely breathe; in a while, someone might be killed, leading to a complete rout, all buried under the Wulu Tribe’s Blood Blades.

”As expected, still not enough...”

This was within Mo Hua’s expectation.

Allowing these two hundred barbarian cultivators to face life and death crises together, experiencing the feeling of fighting shoulder to shoulder, is already enough.

For now, there’s no expectation for more.

”Ultimately, I must rely on myself...”

Mo Hua stops holding back.

The chieftain and several elders of the Wulu Tribe are fiercely battling Mo Hua’s spells, growing more startled with each exchange.

To single-handedly, using spells, contend on equal terms with their tribe’s strongest chieftain and elders.

This level of Taoist skill mastery does not come from an average Great Wilderness Tribe.

This self-proclaimed Shaman boy’s origin is surely extraordinary.

”Capture this boy, use the Bone Blade for execution, and force his origin. If he’s truly a Shaman, seize his legacy; if not, slaughter and eat him,” the Wulu chieftain orders harshly.

”Yes!”

The three top-tier Foundation Establishment late-stage forces of the Wulu Tribe push their brute strength to the limit, surrounding and attacking Mo Hua.

But in the next instant, as Mo Hua’s gaze sharpens, his Spiritual Power fully unleashed.

The Wulu chieftain and two elders are instantly subjected to faster, more precise, and even more fierce spell suppression.

Continuous spells, changing endlessly, emerging one after another, almost suffocating them.