Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2883: Chapter 153: Battle at the Vermilion Bird Divine Altar

The Vermilion Bird Divine Altar is the oldest altar in the entire Vermilion Bird Mountain Range, used by the Barbarian Tribes’ ancestors to worship the ancient Vermilion Bird deity.

This Divine Altar is located at the deepest part of Vermilion Bird Mountain, protected by a deep canyon, surrounded by countless mountain ranges engraved with ancient Holy Patterns.

For some unknown reason, this altar has long been abandoned, and it is unknown how long it has been since it was last worshiped.

Even its specific location was erased from the records of various tribes.

Related memories also faded away as some of the elderly tribal ancestors passed on.

But no matter how deeply it was hidden, how tightly it was sealed, or how out of sight it was, it couldn’t escape the Wujiu Tribe’s army, sweeping through the Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm like locusts in search of it.

After nearly a year of warfare and slaughter, they annexed and wiped out one local tribe after another, searching through their records for any clues.

The shamans of the Wujiu Tribe finally found the location of the Vermilion Bird Divine Altar.

The Vermilion Bird Divine Altar is located in the Endless Canyon at the southern end of Vermilion Bird Mountain.

Above the canyon, red clouds hung like blood.

Overcoming various obstacles, flattening layer upon layer of dangers, over a long period of time, the Wujiu Tribe’s army surged like a flood over the mountain barriers, breaking the ancient Holy Patterns, sparing no efforts, launching a final assault on the altar.

Breaking through myriad dangers, igniting the Vermilion Bird Fire, lighting the ancient altar, they respectfully invited the descent of the Wujiu Great God.

The will of the Witch Vulture God would envelop the entire Vermilion Bird Mountain Range.

Amid spreading famine, this vast region, one of the largest mountain realms, would be wholly under the control of the Wujiu Tribe.

Using this as a stronghold, they would expand outward, unifying the Barbaric Wilderness amid famine, creating a great everlasting enterprise, which seemed imminent.

And the Young Master of Witch Vulture would become the true master of the ”Barbaric Wilderness.”

Even the Royal Court dared not underestimate the Wujiu Tribe.

The Royal Court even planned to marry the Royal Family’s daughter to the Young Master of Witch Vulture, extending the royal bloodline into the Wujiu Tribe.

After two or three generations, the Wujiu Tribe could enter the ranks of the Royal Court.

Even when the Royal Court became unstable, it wasn’t impossible for them to seize power.

Driven by the summons of the deities, the grand ambitions of the tribe, and the desire for accolades, along with the excitement of the Witch Cultivators’ war dance, the morale of the Wujiu Tribe soared to its peak, making the mountains and rivers boil with battle intent.

On the other side, the tribal alliance of Vermilion Bird Mountain also fought desperately to resist the Wujiu Tribe’s army.

As indigenous tribes of Vermilion Bird Mountain, they naturally couldn’t allow the Wujiu Tribe to ignite their ancestors’ totem fire, occupy the altar their ancestors had long worshiped, or let the Wujiu Great God descend upon Vermilion Bird Mountain, imposing ”faith” rule over them.

Most Barbarian Cultivators couldn’t accept it on account of bloodlines and emotions, feeling it was a monstrous insult that desecrated their ancestors.

However, some Great Chiefs, and even the Upper Witches like Yan Zhu and Qing Zhu from the Royal Court, deeply understood that the rule of ”faith” as a form of Divine Sense was the most terrifying thing.

Thus, they could not allow the Wujiu Tribe to achieve their desired fulfillment of the Witch Vulture God Descent.

The sharp conflict of belief drove this war to a fever pitch, reaching the extreme.

The Barbarian Soldiers of both Wujiu Tribe and the Alliance were blinded by bloodlust.

The entire Vermilion Bird Mountain Range was filled with people. The living and the dead, whole bodies and mere remnants.

Blood flowed like rivers, death qi amassed into dark clouds, spreading to the sky.

Mo Hua merely stood atop a distant mountain peak, silently observing all of this.

Watching in this grinder-like Taoist Field, countless people dying, countless blood flowing, the killing intent and resentment steaming, the world changing colors, as if it were purgatory on earth.

In his heart, he felt sadness, but his gaze was somewhat indifferent.

This is humanity.

Forever in arguments, battles, and slaughter, self-destructing.

This is also the Heavenly secret.

The choice between life and death made by countless people.

If one seeks goodness, then one must recognize and accept the deepest evil in human nature.

If one seeks life, then one must experience massive death, seeking ”life” from ”death.”

A kind of profound secret of heaven and earth, difficult for ordinary people to understand, swirled deeply within Mo Hua’s eyes.

His original intention was further tempered amid this dichotomy of good and evil, life and death.

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Amid Mo Hua’s observations, intertwined with life and death, the battle progressed step by step.

Finally, after a whole day of slaughter, the Wujiu Tribe breached the Alliance’s defenses, broke all the ancient Holy Pattern seals, and finally reached the Vermilion Bird Divine Altar.

With an entire mountain peak collapsing, the accumulated dust of years dissipated.

After nearly a millennium, this almost forgotten, ancient Vermilion Bird Divine Altar, appeared once more in front of the Barbarian Tribes.

In that moment, almost everyone held their breath, shocked by the sight before them.

In their lifetime, they had never seen such a magnificent, beautiful, and solemn altar.

The enormous square was filled with an ancient, vast aura.

Nine crimson luan bird statues, wings spread as if ready for flight, surrounded a towering altar.

These nine crimson luan birds corresponded to the totems of the various tribes within the Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm.

Including Danque, Flame Wings, Fire Eagle, Red Luan, and Bi Fang before it ”darkened,” among others.

However, some of the luan bird totems corresponded to tribes that had already declined or even perished, vanishing from the history of the Barbarian Tribes.

And on this altar, guarded by the nine luan birds, stood an even more magnificent and sacred statue.