Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2722: Chapter 94: The Curtain

Under the spread of famine, chaos abounds, and the human heart feels muddy.

Even Mo Hua, who used Heavenly secret Calculation, found it hard to see the situation clearly.

The failure to educate Shugubu also left Mo Hua feeling somewhat despondent.

Clearly, if everyone could unite, help each other, life could be better. At least in the face of disaster, they could survive and not die of hunger.

But there are always ”smart people” whose greed incites trouble, extracting personal gain, leading to moral decay and the gradual collapse of the situation, ultimately rendering ethics void, hearts ignorant, and everyone moving toward extinction.

This echoes the saying: Those destined to die will ultimately die.

People are like this, tribes are like this, and any power in the world largely goes from decline to prosperity, from prosperity to decline, and eventually, without exception, all move toward extinction.

Mo Hua gazed at Shugubu before him, thus contemplating in his heart.

He and Dan Zhu went out to battle, consumed a few Barbarian Gods to strengthen their Divine Sense, a process taking merely months.

Yet unknowingly, the territory under Shugubu’s governance had ”changed in nature”.

Mo Hua wanted ”equality for everyone”, granting each Barbarian Cultivator an equal status.

But still, some wanted to be Chieftains, began to form factions, secretly seized power, aiming to become ”superior to others” through force, domineering over the tribe members to satisfy their power lust.

Mo Hua wanted ”resources to be equal”, with every Barbarian Cultivator having roughly the same Tao Cultivation resources.

Yet many still thought about stealing from others, taking their resources, eventually leading to unequal distribution and larger-scale internal conflicts.

Let them have ”gender equality”, monogamy, not using strength to oppress, occupying women, amassing concubines.

But when men saw attractive women, they still wanted to seize and plunder them, even if they already had a spouse.

And some women preferred to be a strong person’s concubine. No matter that ”concubine” was actually synonymous with a slave, a maid, a tool for venting, subject to beatings and curses without any human rights, yet they still relished it, even took pride in it.

Mo Hua wished them to accept education, unite harmoniously, regard tribal interests as their own, pursue long-term benefits, value the tribe’s continuity.

But all these became ”nonsense”.

No one among the Barbarian Tribes listened.

What replaced it was still shortsightedness, self-interest, indulgence, greed, all kinds of ugliness and degeneration.

In an instant, Mo Hua couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of disappointment.

Even more disappointed than Mo Hua was Dan Zhu.

Principles like ”equality for everyone”, ”united hearts” were taught to him by Mo Hua, but it was him who implemented them.

He had kindness in his heart, and this was his first attempt in life to ”reform” the tribe, hoping everyone could live better.

But he failed.

Failed so naturally, so completely.

Faced with reality, many kind ideas were just naive ”delusions”, touching the barrier of reality, instantly shattering.

Dan Zhu’s confidence seemed to crack, plunging into deep dismay and self-doubt.

He didn’t feel that what Mo Hua taught was wrong, but rather frustrated with his own insufficient capability, having let down ”Mr. Witch’s” guidance.

With the road ahead unclear, he didn’t know what to do, as if doing anything was useless, as if doing anything would be just like now.

Mo Hua saw the pain in Dan Zhu’s heart, sighed slowly, and said warmly:

”Don’t take it to heart, the events in this world, truly doing them, none are simple.”

”This time failed, just summarize the experience and try again next time.”

”What if it fails again next time?” Dan Zhu looked at Mo Hua, pale-faced.

Clearly, he was a Golden Core, yet at this time looking at Mo Hua, a Foundation Establishment, his eyes were full of confusion, his heart enduring torment.

Mo Hua slowly said, ”The same, if it fails next time, just keep doing it.”

Dan Zhu seemed a bit stunned.

Mo Hua said, ”The real path to success is formed by repeated failures.”

”Many geniuses, ambitious, wanting to accomplish great things, but once encountering failure, they step back, afraid to continue forward, fearing more setbacks.”

”Such people, even with high talent and strong capability, ultimately can only waste their life away, achieving little.”

”On the path to success, there is the most failure.”

”And each failure builds a step, you must step on these steps to gradually become stronger, to climb higher.”

”Achieving the Great Dao requires not only extraordinary talent but also indomitable will and a heart that withstands all trials...”

Mo Hua looked at Dan Zhu, his eyes clear:

”Remember, what you want to do is a great thing! It’s what your elder brother, your father, your ancestors, and even countless heroes of the Barbaric Wilderness couldn’t accomplish.”

”Such a thing, how could there be a simple logic? Encountering various difficulties, setbacks, and failures is not surprising.”

”Don’t fear failure, don’t care about failure.”

”You must step over these failures to reach the final success, to prove your Dao...”

Mo Hua’s voice was steady, not particularly enthusiastic but contained a power that stirred emotions, even igniting the blood.

Dan Zhu only felt an infinite force surging in his chest, as if all the difficulties and obstacles in this world couldn’t stop his grand aspirations and goals.

Ba Shan and Bachuan, standing aside, changed their expressions upon hearing.

Even Chi Feng looked at Mo Hua with unspeakable shock.

These words could absolutely not be spoken by an ordinary person. Who exactly is this Mr. Witch...