The Quest for Immortality

The main force led by the Commander Can Gu is not easy to defeat.

Although they were defeated by the Wujiu Tribe once, the remaining forces are still very large.

Sixty thousand Barbarian Cultivators and thirty thousand Barbarian Soldiers are in the ranks, plus the Bone Heavy Armor soldiers left behind by Ancestor Shubu, numbering over two hundred and fifty, more than the heavy armored soldiers led by Lugu’s main force.

It can be seen that Can Gu holds a high position in the Shugubu.

Besides, the biggest issue is the Barbarian Slaves.

Lugu lost his territory due to famine, most of the Barbarian Slaves fled, so he roams with only his Barbarian Soldiers.

But Can Gu is different; his tribe is relatively complete, possessing the large number of Barbarian Slaves typical of standard forces.

As many as two hundred thousand Barbarian Slaves.

These Barbarian Slaves, although their combat effectiveness may not be strong, their sheer numbers play a crucial role in wars, often serving as ”cannon fodder,” sent to die at the front, acting as ”meat shields” to offset the enemy’s advance.

Alive, they are labor for the tribe.

In war, they are cannon fodder.

When they die in war, they save food.

In a sense, they are ”exploited” to the fullest extent possible.

Thus, the large numbers of Barbarian Slaves, overlooked by most, truly are the foundation of the Great Wilderness.

This battle is one that can be fought, and won, yet initiating it means embarking on a large-scale ”massacre” of Barbarian Slaves.

A great number of Barbarian Slaves will perish, as will other Barbarian Cultivators and Soldiers of the Shugubu, with significant casualties.

Even Mo Hua’s side will suffer large troop losses.

This is not what Mo Hua wants to see.

Even though on the battlefield, blades and swords show no mercy, it’s kill or be killed.

Here in the Great Wilderness, this is not straightforward warfare; it’s warfare—and a game board.

Mo Hua must find a way to turn everyone into his pawns.

So, too many casualties mean losing many pawns.

Even if he wins, he loses.

The only solution is to capture the leader first, to deal with Can Gu.

Either kill him or render him defeated, then the rest of the Shugubu will be easily manageable.

However, this is easier said than done; achieving it on the battlefield is immensely difficult.

Mo Hua isolated himself in a dark room, thoroughly focused on deducing.

During this period, continual conflicts have occurred while marching, and Mo Hua’s ability to calculate strategies using the ”Three Talents” has become increasingly proficient.

And as his Divine Sense strengthened, his foundation bolstered, his computational power also increased.

Yet even so, Mo Hua calculated for quite some time, his Divine Sense exhausted, but he still had no clue.

This concerns a war involving tens of thousands of Barbarian Soldiers, the scale utterly incomparably greater than any previous battle, far exceeding Mo Hua’s deducing capabilities.

His tricky calculations for segmented processing couldn’t resolve this complex battle line issue.

Mo Hua, holding his chin, pondered deeply but still came up empty.

But the current situation is extremely crucial, involving the lives of numerous Barbarian Slaves, the survival of elite forces, and Mo Hua’s upcoming schemes against the Shugubu.

Mo Hua frowned intensely.

In such moments, he couldn’t help but wonder:

”If I were Uncle... what would I do?”

Uncle’s computational power is surely stronger; he can manipulate the Great Wilderness, even beyond... in Tongxian City, in Qian Learning State Boundary, across various places in the Nine State, possibly deploying concurrently.

Such multitude of ”divisions” requires an incredible computational power.

Mo Hua doesn’t know if Uncle follows the ”Divine Sense Proving the Dao,” but Uncle’s Divine Sense is certainly strong.

Mo Hua’s own Divine Sense is quite exceptional.

In the path of Divine Sense, he does not underestimate himself.

Even though within the same realm, Uncle’s Divine Sense is stronger than his, however, it isn’t ”cliff” leading levels beyond his.

This tricky multi-line manipulation, especially concerning battlefield engagements involving tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of Barbarian Soldiers, even upon his future Feather Transformation, would still make Mo Hua feel overwhelmed, completely beyond control.

Yet Uncle, he too is only Feather Transformation level; how does he manage such extensive and complex calculations across the great states, spanning state boundaries, infiltrating various forces, involving so many cultivators?

Upon recalling Uncle’s actions, Mo Hua suddenly realized the problem:

Perhaps he had made the issue too complex.

Or rather, his tricky segmented calculations were too ”clumsy.”

Previously, he genuinely thought that the algorithm for tricky segmentation required calculating one person at a time, but this thinking was fundamentally erroneous.

Dozens to hundreds of battles are manageable, allowing slight segmentation.

But what about thousands, tens of thousands, even millions of wars?

The number of individuals in the cultivation world is incalculable.

No one can divide so many Divine Sense Lines.

In reality, there is no need to divide so many Divine Sense Lines, no need to account for every individual’s thoughts and actions.

The focus should be on each batch, each level of individuals.

Group similar individuals into the same line, and deduce accordingly, utilizing the fewest tricky calculations division lines to the greatest extent to control the war’s direction.

That’s what Uncle did.

In Tongxian City, he didn’t control too many people, but merely a shadow, spreading and influencing others, propagating the Evil Path, thereby cultivating the Taoist Demon soil.

In Li State City, Uncle seemingly ”infected” and massacred so many people, yet ultimately the determined origin was singular.

Mo Hua had followed Uncle’s ”origin” all along.