Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2607: Chapter 56: Fire

Just a hair’s breadth short—Divine Thought of twenty-two patterns. This progress was quite considerable.

It even somewhat exceeded Mo Hua’s expectations.

He had originally thought that these Barbarian Gods were all ”Minor Gods,” not even strict ”deities” in the proper sense. They had no Divine Marrow, their true bodies were just some mountain demon spirits or ghosts and specters, and their Grade wasn’t high.

The strongest was the Barbarian God of the Wulu Clan, and even that was only at Second Grade peak, not yet Third Grade.

But to his surprise, although these Barbarian Gods didn’t have deep cultivation, their ”meat” was quite plump.

Only after pondering it did Mo Hua understand.

These Barbarian Gods, though their true bodies were merely mountain demons and spirits, had after all stained themselves with a sliver of the status of ”deity,” tasted incense offerings, and had worshippers paying them tribute. They counted as having the embryonic form of the Divine Way, so compared to ordinary Evil Spirits, their quality was far better.

After he devoured them, the nourishing effect on his Divine Sense was also very strong.

Their cultivation wasn’t high, the hunting difficulty was low, and after eating them he greatly replenished himself.

These ”Barbarian Gods” of the Great Wilderness were without doubt ”delicacies” among Divine Thought dishes.

Mo Hua deeply felt that the Great Wilderness was a good place, and also his Blessed Land.

It was just that he would occasionally get a sense that ”in shallow waters the turtles are many,” that any random dirt chicken or mongrel could call itself a god.

But when Mo Hua thought it through from the other side, he felt that such a comparison wasn’t very fair.

His own situation was special.

How could these locally born and bred ”Barbarian Gods” be compared to someone like him—who Proved the Dao through Divine Sense, transformed the Dao with Divine Thought, cultivated the Godslaying Sword, walked the Heavenly Demon Path, practiced Heavenly secret Calculation and Tricky Calculation, had eaten Divine Marrow, undergone the Desolate Heaven Blood Sacrifice, devoured countless Demon Monsters, and had even captured alive the Evil God True Embryo—such a ”Demigod.”

Whether it was Divine Sense Foundation, Divine Thought cultivation, battle experience, or the weight of inheritance, they were simply not on the same level.

If it weren’t him—if it were any other cultivator, even a Golden Core Cultivator—once they entered the heartland of the Three Thousand Wilderness and faced Barbarian Gods everywhere, invisible yet bizarre, they would likely, without even realizing it, fall into a Barbarian God’s Dao and die upon an altar.

”It’s not that the Barbarian Gods of the Great Wilderness are too weak, but that I’m too strong.”

”Can’t really blame them...”

In his heart, Mo Hua silently helped these Barbarian Gods reclaim a bit of dignity.

Since he was only a hair’s breadth away from twenty-two patterns, Mo Hua’s motivation grew even stronger.

He also sped up the progress of his ”Barbarian God Hunting” plan.

All of this was carried out in secret.

Many tribes didn’t even know that the ”deity” they worshipped had already been slaughtered by Mo Hua—and devoured.

But as he kept killing, the Barbarian Gods he could kill grew fewer and fewer.

On Elder Zamu’s list, the names of most tribal Barbarian Gods had already been crossed off.

After all, no matter how many Barbarian Gods there were in the Great Wilderness, they couldn’t withstand Mo Hua, this ”Calamity Star,” mowing them down like harvesting leeks.

And Elder Zamu was only an elder of a small tribe.

He rarely travelled far; the Barbarian Gods he knew of were limited to around Wutu Mountain, and their number was very limited.

Those that could be killed, ought to be killed, and were easy to kill, Mo Hua had already killed—and eaten.

What remained were some who couldn’t really be called evil; they were indeed fulfilling the duties of a Barbarian God, cautious and conscientious, protecting their tribes with favorable weather and good harvests.

Mo Hua felt rather embarrassed to eat this kind of Barbarian God, so he only took one look and then left.

There were also some that couldn’t be called good or bad, but were extremely alert and vigilant, Barbarian Gods who hid very deeply and were not easy to slay.

Mo Hua squatted in those tribes for a long time, yet never caught the slightest slip from this sort of Barbarian God.

Later he eavesdropped on the tribe elders’ conversations and learned that these Barbarian Gods had sent dreams to them, telling them to never hold sacrifices.

They even said not to lay out offerings, and forbade anyone from paying respects—just treat it as if their tribe had no Barbarian God. Only then could they dispel unseen calamities and avoid unknown disasters.

With these ”frightened birds,” these Barbarian Gods who had shrunk back into their shells like turtles, Mo Hua also had no way.

His time was precious; he couldn’t abandon a whole forest for the sake of one or two solitary seedlings, so he let them go.

Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life.

Any Barbarian God that fate allowed him to run into was, for the most part, one that deserved death—already on the path to their own doom.

If he couldn’t find them, it meant these Barbarian Gods’ allotted fate had not yet run out; their causality could not be forcibly severed.

In a sense, this was also in accordance with the Heavenly Dao, in line with causality.

Mo Hua’s understanding of Heavenly Mechanism Causality grew increasingly effortless and at ease.

But as a result, with fewer Barbarian Gods to supplement him, the advancement of his Divine Sense had no choice but to slow down again.

Mo Hua could only consider broadening his ambitions, expanding beyond Wutu Mountain to hunt Barbarian Gods outside Wutu Mountain.

But to do this, he needed careful preparation.

Because according to Elder Zamu, outside Wutu Mountain there were many ”great tribes.”

In these ”great tribes,” Golden Core Cultivators were numerous, and there might even exist the princes and marquises of the legendary ”Feather Transformation” realm, as well as Dragon Lords ruling over tens of thousands.

These were presences that Mo Hua, as he was now, could not afford to provoke.

In this place of the Three Thousand Wilderness, his network was even scarcer than what he had back in Great Desert City.

In Great Desert City, at least there was the Taoist soldiers Court Yang Family.

But in the heartland of the Great Wilderness, he was, in the truest sense, alone—without the slightest bit of background or backing.

If any mishap occurred, there would be no one to clean up after him.

Moreover, he had no basic foundation here.

Back in Tongxian City, although there were no High-Rank cultivators, at least among the ”common cultivators” Mo Hua’s reputation was very high, his relationships were excellent, and he was greatly supported.

The Taoist Court of Tongxian City, the small clans, the small Sects, the Loose Cultivators, the Monster Hunters, the Artifact Refiners, the Formation Masters... all of them were of one mind with him.

Whatever he wanted to do, there were countless people willing to help.

But here in the Great Wilderness, he truly had nothing.