The Quest for Immortality

He was just kneeling on the ground, bowing his head.

This child, carrying a golden sword and resembling a ”golden boy,” had already severed the head of the majestic, colossal, and terrifying Barbarian God.

The extremely absurd scene shattered Iron Skill Bone’s sanity.

Iron Skill Bone smiled foolishly, thinking to himself:

”I understand, I understand, this is an illusion...”

”All of this is false, it’s all imaginary, it can’t be, it absolutely can’t be...”

”I’ve been ensnared by an Illusion Technique, I’ve fallen prey to some Evil Technique, I’ve had hallucinations, I’m still dreaming, I danced to please the Barbarian God, my madness hasn’t subsided yet...”

Iron Skill Bone suddenly felt an expected sense.

Then in the next moment, he saw the golden boy’s golden sword twist, golden light like a net directly shredding the huge corpse of the Barbarian God into fragments. Then red light surged, Holy Patterns appeared, and flames burned, roasting the immense Barbarian God into a ribbon of half-silver half-green Telekinesis.

The golden boy opened his small bloody mouth, let out an ”awoo,” and swallowed all the silver-green Telekinesis into his belly.

This even more distorted rationality made Iron Skill Bone feel more relieved.

”Indeed, I said, I am having a nightmare...”

The Barbarian God being slain by a child with one sword is nothing short of a fanciful tale.

Now, not only was the Barbarian God killed, but he was also swallowed by a child, which is even more absurd and only a fool would believe it.

Iron Skill Bone considered himself not a fool; he wouldn’t believe it.

Based on his more than three hundred years of rich Tao Cultivation experience, he judged that right now, he should indeed be dreaming, hallucinating, afflicted by some ”evil symptom,” trapped in some fantasy.

Dream and reality are opposites.

It’s likely that in reality, the Barbarian God was too terrifying, evoking deep fear, so in his dream, the Barbarian God was slain by a child with one sword.

This is the cultivator’s self-regulation within.

Iron Skill Bone, who frequently sank into madness and hysteria, had considerable study in this area.

Just then, that golden boy who had slain the Barbarian God, holding the golden sword, glanced back at Iron Skill Bone.

A strange but pure deity’s pressure came over, causing Iron Skill Bone to tremble all over, immediately kneeling on the ground, scrambling with his head, not daring to make a sound.

Even though Iron Skill Bone knew he was dreaming, suffering illness, hallucinating, everything was illusionary.

Yet the innate reverence and fear towards ”God” were utterly genuine.

Mo Hua, with eyes shining like gold, looked at Iron Skill Bone, pondering in his heart, seemingly contemplating how to deal with the Golden Core leader of the Shugubu.

But thinking about it, he concluded that it’s just a small Golden Core leader, not worth much attention.

Iron Skill Bone knelt on the ground, shivering.

After some time, the dreamland began to break apart, Divine Thought Illusionary Realm twisted, and the figure of the golden boy holding the golden sword started to blur.

Iron Skill Bone also felt a bout of dizziness, his head seeming to twist into a pretzel.

When the pain in his Divine Sense dissipated, upon reopening his eyes, Iron Skill Bone found himself still in the grand hall.

In the great hall, the White Bone Barbarian God statue was menacingly majestic.

But that was all, for now, the divine statue had become ”dead matter,” the sinister and eerie aura was silently gone.

Iron Skill Bone felt his heart skip a beat.

”Did the Barbarian God depart? Or was it that the Barbarian God never descended, and the earlier blood mist was all my hallucination?”

”It couldn’t be...”

Iron Skill Bone quickly suppressed the irreverent thoughts in his mind, then suddenly shocked, turned to look at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua was standing in place, motionless, his face calm as cloud.

Iron Skill Bone scrutinized Mo Hua’s visage, growing increasingly frightened the more he looked.

Like!

Too alike!

This treacherous fair face is exactly like the golden boy, holding a golden sword and slicing the Barbarian God’s head, in his hallucination.

Even identical, just magnified.

What on earth is... going on?

Iron Skill Bone was bewildered in fear, truly unable to comprehend.

Mo Hua also did not say much, as a shaman, he had to maintain a certain ”mystique.”

A talkative person could never be a shaman lord.

Now that the Barbarian God was killed and ”eaten,” the purpose of this trip was achieved.

The overall process turned out much smoother than Mo Hua anticipated, mainly because the Barbarian God’s ”fall” had not reached the extent Mo Hua expected, only half fallen, unable to be called a complete ”Evil God.”

Therefore, Mo Hua practically wiped it out with one sword, saving much trouble.

Even so, this was almost the strongest opponent, and the rarest ”grand meal” Mo Hua had encountered after leaving the Qian Learning State Boundary.

This was already an extremely strong opponent and a highly precious ”feast.”

He would find a quiet place later, carefully refine it, and his Divine Sense could progress further.

Mo Hua felt a bit impatient inside, but there were still some aftercare matters to deal with.

”Rescuing people...”

Mo Hua’s gaze passed over the Barbarian God’s statue, looking towards a cave behind it.

Inside the cave, there were numerous living breaths.

Mo Hua approached the cave, seeing rows of rusty iron cages, with faces of bitter despair among those held within.

These were the people of the Danque Tribe, who had been plundered.

Not only the Danque Tribe, but also captives from some other small and medium tribes, all were locked together as ”living rations.”

These living people were meant to serve as food during famines and as sacrifices to the Barbarian God.

What they ate was no more than chaff, food that pigs and dogs wouldn’t eat, purely to keep them alive.