The Quest for Immortality

Defying danger, sacrificing oneself, eradicating the corrupt, with one’s heart towards the deity.

Who else could it be but the shaman?

At this moment, the Golden Core Elder of the Danque Tribe, the Golden Core Barbarian General, and even the hundred elite barbarian soldiers present all had the same thought:

This Mr. Witch might truly be a shaman, for without such dauntless courage and selfless devotion, it’s impossible otherwise!

Dan Zhu was less concerned about the reputation of a ”shaman” and genuinely worried about Mo Hua’s safety.

The Stone Palace ahead was a ”land of peril” where even a Golden Core Cultivator would meet an inescapable, tragic end, with flesh hard to preserve.

Dan Zhu softly advised, ”Mr. Witch, there’s no need to risk yourself...”

But Mo Hua shook his head, ”I have made up my mind.”

Dan Zhu wanted to persuade further.

Yet Mo Hua, with a compassionate face, said, ”The tribesmen of the Danque Tribe are trapped inside the Stone Palace. By the mercy of the Divine Lord, I am commanded to rescue them. This is the will of the Divine Lord and also my mission.”

Dan Zhu was deeply moved.

The other Danque Tribe Elders and barbarian soldiers were also deeply impressed by Mo Hua’s compassion and heroism.

”But your cultivation... is only at the Foundation Establishment...” Dan Zhu was still uneasy.

Upon hearing this, Mo Hua slowly said:

”I have already said, I am the shaman of the Divine Lord, and all my great power comes from the Divine Lord’s gift.”

”As long as the faith is devout, there is divine power reaching the heavens. Whether it is Foundation Establishment or Core Formation does not make much difference...”

Mo Hua’s demeanor was solemn.

Dan Zhu nodded somewhat dazedly.

In this scene, even the experienced and ruthless barbarian general Chi Feng felt, for a moment, that what Mo Hua said seemed true.

Dan Zhu earnestly said, ”Gentleman, please be careful.”

Mo Hua nodded, then suddenly pointed to Iron Skill Bone beside him, ”This person will go with me as well.”

Iron Skill Bone was shocked and quickly said, ”I am crippled, all my limbs are severed! I can’t go! I can’t go!”

Mo Hua said flatly, ”If you don’t go, I will kill you now.”

Iron Skill Bone knew well of Mo Hua’s ”cruelty” and also knew he would definitely have someone kill him.

And the pain on the broken bones was still faintly aching, all due to Mo Hua’s ”handiwork.” Iron Skill Bone was both resentful and fearful, and could only say:

”I can go with you, but as you see, all my limbs are broken...”

Mo Hua then said, ”A simple fix, then use a crutch.”

As long as one has the will, no difficulty is insurmountable.

Iron Skill Bone had nothing to say.

Two barbarian soldiers from the Danque Tribe stepped forward to simply fix Iron Skill Bone’s bones, applied some herbs, and bandaged him.

With a wooden staff, Iron Skill Bone could barely walk.

After all, he was a Golden Core; the foundation of his cultivation was there.

Once ready, Mo Hua began to step forward toward the ”fearsome” Stone Palace, one step at a time.

The people of the Danque Tribe had no idea how excited Mo Hua was feeling at this moment.

They only felt that Mo Hua was selfless, his figure filled with tragic dignity. Though not tall in stature, he now appeared immensely majestic.

Even the people of the Bi Fang Tribe were momentarily awed by Mo Hua’s boldness, not daring to block his path.

Bi Jie looked at Mo Hua with an expression that also showed a hint of disbelieving solemnity.

And so, under the ”watchful eyes” of the crowd, Mo Hua, with the elevated posture of a ”shaman,” stepped into the Shugu Stone Hall, entered the forbidden place where Golden Cores meet their doom, and proceeded into the unfathomable darkness.

Limping and unwilling, Iron Skill Bone followed behind Mo Hua, entering the Shugu Stone Hall alongside him.

After that, the darkness engulfed the silhouettes of the two.

All vanished, with not the slightest hint of sound remaining.

Inside the stone gate etched with the image of a White Bone Demon Beast, a strong evil desire surged, swallowing everything.

The Barbarian Tribes could only watch helplessly from outside.

...

First entering the Stone Palace, it was somewhat gloomy.

Mo Hua’s eyes brightened, piercing through the darkness, taking in all the scenes inside the hall.

The Stone Palace was large, but to Mo Hua’s surprise, it was not deep, with no long corridors or intricate structures.

With almost the first glance, one could see across the hallway to the great hall.

And beneath the great hall, a giant bull-horned Barbarian God statue.

This was the Barbarian God venerated by the Shugu Tribe.

At this moment, the Barbarian God’s statue, with a bull’s head filled with anger and eyes wide open, emanated a menacing aura of rage that sent chills down one’s spine.

The air was also filled with an odor of Divine Thought, akin to sulfur.

Mo Hua looked up, directly at the Barbarian God’s statue, appearing deep in thought.

Meanwhile, Iron Skill Bone, since entering the Stone Palace, had hung his head low, daring not to look, and had even collapsed to the ground, trembling.

Mo Hua sighed softly, ”Don’t kneel.”

Iron Skill Bone then dared to look up, timidly glancing around, until he saw Mo Hua, this Foundation Establishment, standing proudly while he, a Golden Core Cultivator, was cowering on the ground, finally realizing something was wrong.

A trace of the Golden Core Cultivator’s pride made him shakily stand up.

Mo Hua said, ”Let’s go.”

After speaking, Mo Hua proceeded along the stone steps in front of him, into the circular path before the Barbarian God statue.

Iron Skill Bone hesitated for a moment but then forced himself to follow.

Walking along the stone path for a while, Mo Hua could see along the way, the fragmented, bone-chilling remains of the Bi Fang Tribe cultivators.

From the traces, Mo Hua could roughly determine that these Bi Fang Tribe cultivators must have fallen into some kind of frenzied hallucination and madness upon entering the Stone Palace, starting to ”kill” each other, even dying from gnawing their own flesh.

As for what kind of illusion...

Mo Hua walked a few more steps, before finding a Bi Fang Tribe barbarian soldier with an intact head and unharmed visage.