The Quest for Immortality

This is something only a ”villainous deity” would do.

Mo Hua could only exercise patience, slowly waiting for the Wotai Tribe’s barbarian cultivators to offer tributes, waiting for the Wotai God to slip up.

In the days that followed, Mo Hua stayed hidden, spying within the Wotai Tribe.

The Wotai Tribe worships the Mouse God and raises dead mice. The tribe’s barbarian cultivators also have a penchant for fetid food, so the tribe is filled with filthy pelts and rotting meat, and the smell is unpleasant.

The barbarian cultivators of the Wotai Tribe are selfish and greedy by nature, often resorting to any means necessary, and they also have a liking for theft.

Ordinary Wotai Tribe barbarian cultivators would steal clothes and food from fellow tribal cultivators.

Elders with a bit of authority would steal the tribe’s meat and wealth.

Some even steal people.

Between tribal cultivators, there is mutual infidelity, adultery, and a debauched private life.

Mo Hua stayed for only three days but witnessed no less than twenty incidents of stealing grain, wealth, or people.

As a result, he understood that the followers and the Barbarian God of the Wotai Tribe were mostly a product of ”mutual selection.”

Humans and gods, like snakes and rats in the same pit, were nothing good.

Mo Hua decided not to be polite anymore.

Four or five days later, Mo Hua finally awaited the start of the Wotai Tribe’s ”sacrificial ritual.”

They also used ”people” for sacrifices.

But unlike others, they did not use their own tribe members; instead, they used barbarian cultivators from other tribes or some slaves secretly captured as ”sacrificial offerings” for the Wotai Barbarian God.

In a way, the offerings were also ”stolen.”

These living people had their throats cut with a blood stripe and were bound to ropes and hung down from a cliff, offered as sacrifices to the Barbarian God.

Mo Hua attached the spiritual power of the Water Passing Step to his feet, stuck to the cliffside, and walked vertically down.

After descending about fifty zhang, he saw a statue carved into the cliff wall amidst dense forest trees and thick mountain mist, along with an altar.

However, what puzzled Mo Hua was that the statue depicted was not a mouse, but a fierce cow demon.

”Isn’t the Wotai Tribe supposed to worship the Mouse God?”

Mo Hua found it strange.

Then he patiently waited for the offerings’ blood to flow for a while, and the sacrificial ritual began, distorting the Divine Thought World.

Mo Hua then used the ”Sword Bone” technique again as a medium to invade the dream built by the Barbarian God.

Inside the Barbarian God’s dream, Mo Hua arrived at a grand divine temple.

This divine temple was large, with rough decorations and a cow-headed statue, but within the temple, the entity about to enjoy the offerings was actually a mouse-headed Barbarian God.

Mo Hua then understood again.

This Wotai Barbarian God had even ”stolen” the divine temple from others.

Mo Hua restrained his divine marrow and gathered his breath, appearing outwardly as a tender and fresh Human Race child.

The Wotai Barbarian God, upon seeing Mo Hua, was truly both surprised and delighted, opening its rodent mouth to speak human words:

”These believers even managed to capture such a fresh ’human offering’ for me. No wonder I taught them my Dao and helped them stand and prosper. Wonderful, wonderful.”

Mo Hua looked calmly at the Wotai Barbarian God.

The Wotai Barbarian God couldn’t resist Mo Hua’s tender and delicious appearance, grinning with a sharp mouth, saying, ”Little one, I’ll eat you in one bite.”

Mo Hua’s face darkened.

A gust of evil wind whipped up, and the Wotai Barbarian God morphed into a rat demon form, opening its large mouth, intending to swallow Mo Hua whole.

But its fierce fangs were held tightly by Mo Hua’s small, tender hand.

Although those hands were small and fair, they seemed to contain the weight of a thousand jun.

The Wotai Barbarian God’s expression changed, thinking to itself:

”Not good, I’ve encountered something strange!”

In the next instant, Mo Hua clenched his fist, which glowed with golden light, and smashed the Wotai Barbarian God like an egg.

After smashing it, Mo Hua’s other hand immediately made a grasp motion out of thin air, igniting flames, swiftly refining and absorbing the Barbarian God’s telekinesis.

After completing all this, Mo Hua left.

Mo Hua conveniently rescued the barbarian cultivators used as offerings and tossed them at the cliffside.

As for whether these people could survive, it depended on their own fortune.

As for the barbarian cultivators of the Wotai Tribe, Mo Hua considered for a moment and ultimately did not act against them.

Though this tribe is selfish, despicable, and prone to theft, without shame, such moral flaws aren’t deserving of death.

Moreover, this is the Great Wilderness, and it’s not up to Mo Hua to intervene.

After all, their worshipped Barbarian God is already dead, and henceforth, these followers will have to fend for themselves.

Mo Hua crossed off the name ”Wotai Barbarian God” from Elder Zamu’s list, and then continued to search for the next target.

The next target is the Barbarian God of the Wulu Tribe.

”Wulu” means ”ferocious wolf” in the barbarian language.

The Wulu Tribe’s totem is a blood-colored evil wolf, and the barbarian god they worship is also a Wolf God.

As expected, the tribe’s barbarian cultivators are wild, brutal, and bloodthirsty.

Any enemy or captive slave would be dismembered and tortured by them, finally being cruelly killed.

The Wulu Tribe is a small to medium-sized tribe, with several Foundation Establishment Late Stage barbarian cultivators stationed there. The tribe has nearly two thousand cultivators, making them the strongest in the surrounding area.

The telekinesis of the Wulu Tribe’s barbarian god is close to Third Grade, which is very powerful.

However, it is also the fastest to die.

Mo Hua took about eight or nine days, including travel and lying in wait, to kill the Wotai’s barbarian god.

But it took only an hour to kill the Wulu barbarian god.

The Wulu barbarian god was just very unlucky.

Mo Hua had just entered the Wulu Tribe when he saw that they were holding a sacrificial ceremony.

The tribe’s square was vast, with a blood-colored Wolf God statue in the center.

In front of the statue was an offering altar, and the offerings were some ”minced meat.”

This was human flesh.

The Wulu Tribe also used humans for sacrifices. During the ceremony, they would chop people into meat paste alive, showing their bloodiness and cruelty.

Mo Hua arrived too late, unable to save these offerings.

During the sacrifice, as dreamland spread, the godly body housing the barbarian god opened wide.

Mo Hua went in directly, clean and quick, and killed the Wulu barbarian god.

The Wulu barbarian god was covered in blood, mad and vicious, and its Divine Thought Power was much stronger than the Wotai God’s.

But in front of Mo Hua, there was no difference.

Still, with just one punch, the powerful and bloodthirsty Wulu barbarian god was dead and gone.

As usual, Mo Hua set up a fire by formation, instantly refined, inhaled it in one gulp, and then left the barbarian god’s dreamland.

As for the Wulu Tribe, by Mo Hua’s usual habit, he would have destroyed it completely.

Warlike and bloodthirsty, mutilating and killing enemies and slaves, and using humans as sacrifices after first chopping them into meat paste alive.

This is in the Great Wilderness.

If it were in the Nine State, under the Taoist Court’s rule, according to the Taoist Law, such evil acts would have been purged long ago.

However, as Mo Hua wandered about, he found many babies still in swaddling clothes in the Wulu Tribe.

These children, just born, haven’t touched blood nor been stained by fateful evilness.

There were also some Wulu barbarian cultivators who, although they killed, did so only in normal combat, without being so cruel.

Living in the ”bloodthirsty” Wulu Tribe, they sometimes had to harden their hearts to fit in, having to dismember after killing.

Mo Hua sighed softly.

The cultivators of the tribe, both good and evil, present a complex composition.

If he were to kill them all indiscriminately, he wouldn’t be any different from a brute.

Moreover, he was also under the influence of fateful evilness, caught in the schemes of Uncle, and temporarily unable to kill anyone, so had to relent for a while.

Mo Hua took one last look at the vast, blood-colored Wulu Tribe and turned to leave.

After leaving the Wulu Tribe, Mo Hua crossed out ”Wulu barbarian god” from Elder Zamu’s list and started looking for his next target...

In the ensuing days, except for taking time to return to Wutu Mountain, where he found the Big Tiger wandering among the hills, playing with it, patting its head, stroking its fur, and roasting some meat for it to eat.

The rest of the time, Mo Hua devoted to his ”hunting barbarian gods” plan.

A shadow roamed the Great Wilderness.

One after another, the barbarian gods were obliterated by Mo Hua.

No one knew that among the three thousand mountains of the southern Great Wilderness, there roamed an entity known as the ”Barbarian God Hunter” living in the shadows.

No one saw him.

No one knew him.

Even the barbarian gods revered by the tribes, worshiped by countless believers, infamously fierce, were unaware of Mo Hua’s terrifying existence, like a ”Heavenly Calamity,” until they were slain and devoured.

The moment they saw Mo Hua was almost always their death sentence.

The barbarian gods that saw Mo Hua all died.

Thus, no barbarian god knew of Mo Hua.

And after secretly hunting and devouring the telekinesis of many barbarian gods, Mo Hua’s divine sense finally had a further enhancement.

During Divine Sense Internal Observation, Mo Hua could already vaguely sense the threshold of his Divine Thought breakthrough.

The twenty-two patterns Divine Thought was not far away...