The Quest for Immortality

Mo Hua was in a daze for a long time, letting out a deep sigh in his heart.

Those who glimpse heaven’s secret are engaging in seizing the Heavenly Dao and for personal gain, even at the cost of bringing devastation to living beings and fanning the flames.

Is this the way of those who play chess...?

Is this how heaven’s secret is used?

The taste in Mo Hua’s heart was complex and beyond words.

Then he thought of his Uncle again.

”Did Uncle also get seen through and used by the Hua family?”

Mo Hua could not quite accept this emotionally, but after thinking it over, it did not seem surprising either.

Uncle, being a Taoist, had been stirring up chaos for so long, it was impossible for the high-ranking members of the Taoist Court not to notice.

The true foundation of the Taoist Court, and even some Great Families, is incredibly profound.

No matter how strong Uncle is, he is, after all, just one man. How could he truly stand against so many old monsters of great powers?

These old monsters from aristocratic families are of unknown age, with cultivation at least in the Heaven Void Realm and even higher.

Though Uncle is strong, he is ultimately just at Feather Transformation...

All means of cultivators are ultimately based on realm as a foundation.

Therefore, Uncle’s plan was seen through by some more adept old monsters from the very beginning.

Mo Hua sighed deeply, his fear of Uncle slightly lessened, yet feeling an even heavier dark cloud above his head.

This dark cloud was not just one now, but like a series of old monsters from the Hua family, hiding in the shadows and maneuvering with great wisdom.

Mo Hua looked again at the Famine Map of Three Thousand Barbaric Wilderness before his eyes.

Many things he could not understand previously while trapped in the plot, now lay clearly before him on this map.

For what purpose exactly was Uncle’s famine meant?

It’s roughly similar to his previous judgment; it is a kind of Taotie’s Power, a formation, a catastrophe imposed upon the Great Wilderness.

But more specifically, Uncle actually had a deeper intention, he was using this famine to ”shrink the circle.”

On the Famine Map, the direction of the famine’s spread is from the outskirts of the Great Wilderness, gradually receding step by step towards the interior, ultimately forming a large ”safe zone” in the heartland.

This ”safe zone” is Uncle’s objective.

The famine is like a ”poison circle.”

Those with bad luck or who are a bit foolish will inevitably die in the ”poison circle.”

Those with good luck or who are a bit perceptive will naturally be driven by the poison circle.

And as the famine spreads and the poison circle shrinks, ultimately all the surviving cultivators will be driven by the spirit of the famine towards the central ”safe zone.”

This ”safe zone” is the final place of survival in the Great Wilderness.

There will gather most of the tribes from the Barbaric Wilderness and a vast number of Barbarian Cultivators.

When these tribes gather together, they will surely erupt into massive conflicts, causing enormous casualties.

Only when these casualties gather together will they generate a greater scale of resentment, breeding more powerful ”Taoist Demons.”

This is also the strategy behind Uncle’s grand chessboard.

The map of the Barbaric Wilderness is too fragmented, the tribes divided, and the people too scattered; therefore, it’s necessary to drive everyone together like ”livestock” to slaughter collectively.

And the intention of the Hua family’s old ancestor, as shown on this map, is relatively clear too.

Uncle wants to kill people, the living beings of the Great Wilderness.

The Hua family’s plot is wealth, the resources for Tao Cultivation.

Their ancestor calculated the process of the famine from a high position, and then while the famine spread, they seized the opportunity, dumping low-quality Fasting Pills into the Barbaric Wilderness, reaping a fierce harvest of the Great Wilderness’s foundation.

Those involved are confused, while bystanders see clearly.

Mo Hua was previously involved; now, having seen this map, it equates to being a bystander from a high vantage point, allowing him to glimpse the broader situation to some extent.

The Great Wilderness is like a set of ”exam papers.”

Uncle and the Hua family, to achieve their respective goals, have written down their answers.

Now it’s Mo Hua’s turn to ”answer.”

Mo Hua sighed.

He is not Uncle, doesn’t have that unbelievable power of ”Gui Tao,” nor does he have the might of a ”Taoist.”

He is not an old ancestor from an aristocratic family either, without the cultivation of the Heaven Void Realm and a massive family power.

The only thing he can do now is to try his best for ”self-preservation.”

Not to get killed by Uncle’s ”poison circle.”

He cannot flee the Great Wilderness either.

He can only find a way to reach the final ”safe zone” before the ”poison circle” completely closes, as shown by the Famine Map.

Otherwise, Dan Zhu will die, the six thousand Barbarian Soldiers will die, and he himself may not survive either.

Even if the so-called ”safe zone” is not safe at all, Mo Hua has no choice.

At this point in the Great Wilderness, this is the only path left.

If not for his sensitivity to causality, his profound understanding of formations, and his meticulous thoughts, he would not have been able to find this Famine Map of the Hua family, and thus would not have been able to follow the Hua family’s answer to find this sole route to survival.

As for what comes after, he’ll have to wait until reaching the ”safe zone” to decide...

Mo Hua’s eyes darkened.

He carefully put away the Famine Map, then destroyed all remaining traces before leaving the secret room to join Dan Zhu and others, speaking with a solemn face:

”Last night, a star fell in the Great Wilderness, and the Divine Lord delivered a revelation to me, guiding our next path.”

”Next, follow me on this path...”

”Only those who follow the guidance of the Divine Lord can escape the sea of suffering; otherwise, they will only sink into the great calamity, hungry for flesh, finding it hard to reincarnate.”

Mo Hua spoke gravely.

Dan Zhu and others’ expressions turned wary, and they all cupped their fists in unison and said:

”Alright, Sir.”

”Yes, Mr. Witch.”

”Yes, Lord Shaman.”

...

The Danque Tribe, Wutu Alliance, and Shugubu, along with six thousand Barbarian Soldiers, after replenishing supplies and resting for a day in the oasis, under the guidance of Mo Hua, who could listen to divine oracles as the ”Lord Shaman,” once again set foot on their journey.