The Quest for Immortality

And then, all the auras suddenly disappeared.

Mo Hua was still that Mo Hua, like a normal ”human”.

Iron Skill Bone felt somewhat fearful.

He could affirm that this Demon Monster had grown stronger again.

This Demon Monster’s Taoist Skill was already strong enough. Now, its Telekinesis seemed to have progressed further, so how strong would it become?

Iron Skill Bone was filled with fear, anxious in secret:

”We must quickly lead this Demon Monster Shaman to the true body of the Barbarian God, otherwise, as time goes on and this Demon Monster keeps growing stronger, the threat to the Barbarian God will only grow larger.”

If this Demon Monster continues to grow and becomes powerful to a certain extent, the situation might be entirely different.

Even if the Barbarian God can truly slay it, surely a heavy price would be paid.

Not to mention unforeseen dangerous incidents might also occur.

Iron Skill Bone held faith in the Barbarian God, but also dared not underestimate this ”Demon Monster”.

A Demon Monster that covets deity is surely not an ordinary Demon Monster.

”We must hurry! Quickly! To entrap and kill this Demon Monster!”

Iron Skill Bone was worried to the core.

Mo Hua felt delight in his heart:

”Finally... twenty-three patterns...”

For several months, led by this Iron Skill Bone, he went around eating Barbarian God and absorbing telekinesis.

Now, his Divine Thought has finally reached twenty-three patterns, which is the peak Divine Sense Realm of the Early Golden Core stage.

Even Mo Hua didn’t expect it to go so smoothly.

This Iron Skill Bone has truly been a great help.

Indeed, threatening others to do things and having others willingly do things for you are worlds apart.

The spell point of Planting Devil in Taoist Heart, guided by Divine Sense, is indeed the supreme Great Dao.

And next, he could formally attempt to learn the Taotie Pattern.

Mo Hua’s gaze was bright.

But before Mo Hua could free his hands, the surrounding situation suddenly deteriorated.

Mo Hua’s initial plan was severely obstructed.

Firstly, many small Shugubu and external territories captured, but not enough manpower to occupy them, leading to frequent riots.

Secondly, after one of the Six Strange Shugu died, the remaining five started to regroup Barbarian Cultivators to seek revenge on Dan Zhu.

Thirdly, the famine.

After several months, the previously stagnant famine began to spread again.

As the famine spreads, disaster expands, severely impacting all surrounding medium and small tribes.

More and more tribes fell into extreme hunger, relying on ”eating” humans to survive.

Across the Barbaric Wilderness, faith constantly mutated, and Evil Thoughts began to spread.

And Mo Hua’s ”practice” with Dan Zhu also failed.

Dan Zhu did indeed follow Mo Hua’s teachings, averaging resources, prohibiting wanton killing, promoting education, improving livelihood in the occupied Shugubu...

But these things are not accomplishments achieved overnight. Establishing them truly could take ten, twenty, or even hundreds of years.

Yet destroying them could happen in just a short time.

With Mo Hua as the Shaman and Dan Zhu as the Young Master presiding over things, everything ran relatively smoothly.

However, once the two left, the situation gradually worsened.

Within the tribe, there were people with selfish motives, greed, and various desires, constantly stealing tribal benefits for personal use.

When one person sets the precedent, such people become more and more numerous.

Gradually, the newly established ”rules” became mere symbols.

Overnight, the tribe plunged back into internal strife, internal consumption, internal greed, and internal chaos.

Moreover, apart from the internal chaos, the Six Strange Shugu and even some external medium and small tribes frequently came to kill and plunder.

All the new foundations, not yet solidified, were completely swept away.

Just at this time, the famine spread again.

The area within a radius of nearly a thousand miles around the Shugubu fell into greater turmoil, tribes clashing and plundering, countless casualties, and grievances everywhere.

Mo Hua watched the ravaged land and the incessant tribal fighting, slowly sighed.

Indeed, his Divine Sense was growing stronger.

Yet the situation was gradually worsening...