The Quest for Immortality

Mo Hua gently touched the head of the Great Flower, his gaze soft, and softly said:

”Next, I will go to the Third Grade Mountain Realm, you take care of yourself.”

”If everything goes smoothly, I will take over a mountain peak and then bring you over.”

”If things do not go smoothly, I don’t return, and you are forced to break through, you go in the direction I pointed during the day, keep moving forward until you feel the sky high and distant, free of suppression, then find a secluded valley and form your core alone. Do not trust anyone, or any tiger...”

It is generally impossible for anyone to touch a tiger’s head.

But Mo Hua seems different.

The Great Flower also seems different.

It seemed to feel Mo Hua’s concern, also sensing that familiar feeling of ”separation,” unable to resist extending its head, rubbing against Mo Hua’s palm.

And on its head, the dominating ”King” character became even more prominent...

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Three days later, Mo Hua raised an army and set out.

Within the Wutu Mountain Realm, he had everything set up.

Elder Zamu was still in charge of internal affairs, while Elder Jiao Hu was responsible for confidential armor crafting.

Tribal warfare and chaos were managed by Jiao Li and the new ”Wusha.”

The two worked together wholeheartedly, bound not to violate the rules set by Mo Hua, or they would face punishment by all.

Externally, Mo Hua drew a majority of forces from both the Danque Tribe and Wutu Alliance.

Especially those over a hundred Bone Heavy Armor soldiers, practically mobilized entirely.

No Golden Core remained within the Wutu Mountain Realm either.

Dan Zhu was the Great Commander of all barbarian soldiers.

Little Zatu was also arranged by Mo Hua to be Dan Zhu’s follower, accompanying the army to battle.

Mo Hua hoped that Little Zatu, by staying alongside Dan Zhu, could gain more connections and learn more things, so that in the future, he could also become a talent capable of standing on his own.

This was Mo Hua’s expectation for Little Zatu, as well as fulfilling his promise to Elder Zamu.

Even if one day, he suddenly disappeared from the Great Wilderness, never to return.

Dan Zhu would still have a solid ”support” to fulfill his ideals.

Zatu and Dan Zhu, together, could support each other, gradually changing everything in the Great Wilderness.

This was also Mo Hua’s ”painstaking effort.”

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Once Mo Hua’s forces had assembled, Lugu had also organized his side.

The leaders of both sides met briefly.

Lugu’s physique was large and imposing, his demeanor authoritative, and when he looked at Mo Hua, his gaze, though indifferent, carried a hint of respect.

If it weren’t for Mo Hua having spied on him, secretly conversing with Iron Skill Bone about how to kill himself, the ”Demon Monster,” to eliminate the root cause.

He almost thought that Lugu really ”respected” him.

Mo Hua silently shook his head internally.

But Mo Hua didn’t say anything, and even when he looked at Lugu, his gaze was clearer, his expression more sincere, as if he had truly reconciled with the Shugubu, watching each other’s backs, and was ”like family.”

After all, when it comes to acting, few can match Mo Hua’s skill.

And Mo Hua’s acting is excellently marked by the word ”sincerity.”

He truly could, ”deceive” himself, planning from the bottom of his heart to reconcile with the Shugubu and support one another.

The two sides met, briefly discussed the route of advancement.

Afterward, Shugu, Danque, and the ”Wutu Tribe” formed by various smaller tribes, a total of six thousand barbarian soldiers, set off on their journey.

Within the Wusha Mountain Realm, the advance of barbarian soldiers was like a mighty river, imposing and extraordinary.

Four days later, the alliance’s barbarian soldiers left the Second Grade Wusha Mountain Realm, arriving at the more vast Third Grade Mountain Realm—the Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm.

This was naturally not Mo Hua’s first time at the Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm.

He had come before.

But this time, the meaning was entirely different.

This time, he did not come alone; he was ”returning” with troops.

Now, he had Golden Core, barbarian soldiers, and Bone Absolute Formation Heavy Armor soldiers, capable of attempting to nibble or even ”invade” the Third Grade Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm.

Yet when Mo Hua stepped onto the ground of Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm, looking up at the gloomy sky of Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm, and gazing at the continuous desolate Kushan Mountain, his heart gradually sank.

Mo Hua could roughly imagine that the situation in the Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm was very dire.

But he didn’t expect it to be far worse than he had envisaged.

With famine spreading, the once prosperous Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm had already become very desolate.

Tribal warfare, mutual killings and looting.

The land scorched for a thousand miles, devastation everywhere, countless lives lost.

And the dead, their dense Death Qi gathering, floated skyward.

Mo Hua could even discern from the densely clouded sky, the striking ”Death Omen” from the wails of Vengeful Spirits.

This is not a single person’s death omen.

But some sort of heavenly secret, formed by a multitude of causes and consequences.

This is...

An entire mountain realm’s ”Death Omen.”