The Quest for Immortality

”Not good, this kid’s witchcraft heritage is somewhat peculiar...”

An elder’s expression changed.

”We can’t withstand it!”

”Quick! Use the Blood God Curse!” The chieftain of the Wulu Tribe decisively said.

After speaking, he suddenly retreated, creating distance, and bit his finger, drawing a blood wolf mark on his forehead.

The scarlet seeped into the Sea of Consciousness, and his eyes gradually turned blood-red, a hint of violence emanating from him, as if not killing someone couldn’t vent his rage.

The other two elders followed suit, their body hair lengthening, and blood-tinted wolf shadows flickered in their eyes.

After the three activated the Blood God Curse, they shouted in unison.

An undetectable fluctuation, existing only at the level of Divine Thought, rippled out instantly.

The entire Wulu Tribe cultivators seemed stimulated by this, their foreheads shrouded in a layer of blood-colored hue, with killing intent growing wildly like wildfire.

Elder Zamu and others, enveloped by the Wulu Tribe’s ferocious bloody aura, detected the despair-inducing killing intent and felt a chill in their hearts.

Elder Zamu felt even more bitter in his heart, ”Could it be that it really is a case of dying before achieving success...”

Upon seeing this, Mo Hua seemed slightly taken aback, contemplating internally:

”Using Divine Sense to boost morale... no, boost killing intent?”

”Interesting...”

However, this made it simpler instead.

Mo Hua’s eyes gleamed with gold, looking at the chieftain of the Wulu Tribe, and pointed with two fingers, lightly chanting:

”Break!”

A Soul-Shocking Sword shot out instantly.

The chieftain of the Wulu Tribe was about to amplify Blood Qi and slaughter everywhere using the killing thoughts in his heart.

But in the blink of an eye, merely being glanced at by Mo Hua, he felt a golden light piercing his eyes, imprisoning his soul within the Sword Prison, leaving him terrified.

The Blood God Curse, which he took pride in, was broken immediately upon use.

And with the Blood God Curse broken, the other Wulu Tribe cultivators had to forcibly withdraw from the ”Blood God’s Blessing” state, suffering varying degrees of backlashes, looking pale.

The chieftain of the Wulu Tribe spat out a mouthful of blood, and a crack appeared on his forehead.

This was absolutely impossible to occur in the past.

The Barbarian God’s blessing could not be broken.

The Wulu Tribe’s barbarian cultivators were all in a state of panic.

The chieftain of the Wulu Tribe immediately looked at Mo Hua in incredulity:

”Who... who exactly are you?”

Mo Hua’s voice was indifferent: ”Submit or die.”

The chieftain of the Wulu Tribe’s face twisted, then let out a cold smile:

”You have some skills to break my Blood God Curse. But you might not know that the Barbarian God of the Wulu Tribe is a Fierce God. As long as the Barbarian God is here, our Wulu Tribe...”

Mo Hua replied calmly, ”Guess why I can break your Blood God Curse?”

The chieftain of the Wulu Tribe seemed to think of something, his expression slightly changing.

Mo Hua coldly smiled, then pointed his hand at the statue in the center of the square, commanding:

”Kneel!”

As soon as the words fell, the knees of the blood-colored Wolf God statue of the Wulu Tribe shattered simultaneously.

The massive statue collapsed thunderously, as if kneeling, and fell in front of Mo Hua.

Mo Hua stood on the head of the Wulu Barbarian God statue, looking down with authority, and declared:

”By the command of the Divine Lord, I represent the wilderness’s proclamation, to enlighten the Great Wilderness. All three thousand minor and major barbarian gods must submit. Your tribes are no exception. Any defiance shall face divine punishment, never to reincarnate!”

The statue collapsed, and the Barbarian God knelt.

Such a scene was truly terrifying, instantly shattering the mental defenses of the Wulu Tribe’s barbarian cultivators.

The chieftain of the Wulu Tribe, with a look of fear, slowly knelt down, performed the grand ceremony of the wilderness tribe, and said:

”I, the people Wulu kneel before the Shaman. May the Shaman’s noble body remain safe.”

All the other elders of the Wulu Tribe and all cultivators also slowly knelt before Mo Hua, calling out:

”We greet the Shaman.”

Even Elder Zamu and over two hundred barbarian cultivators couldn’t help but feel their hearts shaken, involuntarily kneeling before Mo Hua, shouting:

”Shaman.”

Mo Hua stood on the head of the Wulu Barbarian God’s statue, with an indifferent expression, looking from afar, resembling the deity’s representative, receiving the worship of all.

From this point on, the entire Mountain Realm from Wutu Mountain to Wulu Mountain was unified.

All surviving tribes were all taken under Mo Hua’s command in the name of the Great Wilderness ”Shaman.”

Mo Hua personally named this Mountain Realm the ”Wutu Mountain Realm.”

This was the first Mountain Realm named by Mo Hua.

It was also the first piece of Mo Hua’s map of the Great Wilderness...