The Quest for Immortality

As night fell, Mo Hua returned to the deep mountains of Wutu Mountain, resting his head on the fluffy belly of Big Tiger, and began to plan his next move:

How can one unify the Great Wilderness amidst chaos?

Even if I cannot completely unify the three thousand mountain ranges of the Great Wilderness and its thousands of tribes.

At the very least, I should try my best to unify most of the forces, thus changing the fate of these poor barbarian cultivators and laying a foundation for my future pursuit of the Dao.

Hereafter, the three thousand wildernesses south of Li State will be my ”territory”.

And the Big Black Mountain State boundary to the north of Li State is my homeland.

Adding it all up, the entire Li State, this vast area from south to north, has become my stronghold.

At this time, it will certainly be exceedingly difficult, especially when I am still at the Foundation Building Cultivation stage.

But in this world, what is not difficult?

The key lies in whether you want to do it, whether you are willing to do it, and whether you have the perseverance and determination to overcome numerous difficulties.

Even if I am only at the Foundation Establishment stage, the tasks that need to be done still have to be done.

The night wind blew, bringing a slight chill.

Mo Hua snuggled further into Big Tiger’s embrace, feeling warm again, and only then continued to contemplate.

Planning ahead leads to accomplishment; lack of preparation leads to failure.

Since it has been decided to do it, then comprehensive considerations must be made.

Firstly, the princes of the Great Wilderness have extensive forces and strong power, otherwise they wouldn’t have been able to rise in rebellion, igniting the flames of revolt against the Taoist Court.

The Taoist Court, on its part, has long coveted the Great Wilderness, and sooner or later, the army of the Taoist soldiers Court will invade the Great Wilderness to suppress the rebellion.

The Great Wilderness Barbarian Clan here, sooner or later will become the focus of war.

And here, itself is very chaotic.

Among the tribes, the customs and beliefs in the deities are vastly different, and they are relatively barbaric, closed, and backward.

Some of the large tribes are like local tigers, unable to tolerate others sleeping soundly by their side.

What’s more, Mo Hua hasn’t forgotten that this is the hometown of the ”Master of the Great Wilderness”.

Logically speaking, there should still be lingering ”divine traces” of the Great Wilderness Evil God here, or the presence of believers who worship the Great Wilderness Evil God.

There might even be a few fragmented divine skeletons, or even the presence of incubated evil embryo-level entities, which is not impossible.

If that’s truly the case, precaution against the Great Wilderness Evil God is necessary.

After all, with the various ”evil deeds” committed against the Evil God in the Qian Learning State Boundary, to call myself the ”number one criminal” of the Great Wilderness Lineage is not an exaggeration.

The Great Wilderness Evil God must be wishing to eat me alive...

The Great Wilderness Prince, the rebel army, the Taoist Court, the large tribes, the Evil God, the Barbarian God... all of these combined, forming a chaotic and perilous situation indeed.

However, after Mo Hua carefully analyzed it, he felt that there was still an opportunity.

The Great Wilderness Evil God, though, he is actually not that afraid of.

Low-level divine skeletons, even if they are evil embryos, are nothing but his ”fodder”; should he encounter them, Mo Hua would be more than delighted.

As for high-level true embryos, as long as you’re cautious and stay vigilant, you can avoid them.

If push comes to shove, there’s also the Big Pixiu.

Though the Big Pixiu is clumsy, stingy, and miserly, its strength is formidable. When necessary, it might protect me and ensure my survival without issue.

Meanwhile, the court army of the Great Wilderness Prince and the Taoist Court are fighting on the front lines, likely in a prolonged conflict.

That, in fact, is an opportunity.

The front-line combat and strife occupy a significant place, almost capturing the attention of all parties.

The computational power of cause and effect from the forefathers and great powers of each faction is entirely involved there.

By bypassing the front lines and doing some small maneuvers in the rear, he can actually avoid heavenly secrets and deceive others.

The local large tribes, while powerful, pose no immediate threat as long as they are not provoked.

And among the various tribes, communication is often relatively closed and isolated. This, too, provides many opportunities for him to work in secret.

Mo Hua contemplated these troubles, silently deducing them over again, accidentally discovering that under the obscure heavenly secrets and the relentless battle fireworks, the seemingly chaotic and barbaric Great Wilderness is actually a golden opportunity with the timely advantage, geographical convenience, and harmonious human relations.

Mo Hua’s eyes glimmered.

Perhaps life does not lack opportunities.

What is lacking is merely the eyes to spot them.

This might also be the benefit of continuously learning, thinking, and comprehending the Heavenly Mechanism Causality Skill.

But to accomplish these, one must be more covert, more careful...

There must be an identity in the land of the Great Wilderness that is suitable, sufficiently concealing, and weighty.

...

The next day, Mo Hua went to find Elder Zamu.

Elder Zamu served Mo Hua tea.

The tea was mountain tea from Wutu Mountain, quite bitter, somewhat astringent, and fiery, slightly burning the mouth.

Mo Hua took a sip, then asked Elder Zamu:

”Do you know my identity?”

Elder Zamu wondered why Mo Hua suddenly asked this, but simply replied sincerely:

”You claim to be ’Mr. Witch’, so I presume you are a Shaman of our Great Wilderness Royal Court.”

Mo Hua said nothing, merely maintained a tacit agreement attitude, and then asked:

”Have you seen other Shamans?”

Elder Zamu replied, ”When I was young, I went to large tribes to study and met some Shamans, also fortunate enough to learn some witchcraft. After returning to the Wutu Tribe, I focused on cultivation and became an elder of the tribe.”

Mo Hua nodded slightly, and then obliquely inquired: ”How much do you know about shamans?”

Elder Zamu said, ”I’m rather dull, not knowing much.”

Mo Hua said, ”Let me test you, feel free to speak.”

Elder Zamu’s expression was somewhat delicate, pondered for a moment, then slowly said:

”Shamans are one of the noble ’priestly’ roles in our Great Wilderness. Only those with pure bloodline, innate intelligence, and divine insight have the qualifications to be chosen as shamans.”