The Quest for Immortality

Does this Iron Skill Bone deserve death?

Mo Hua turned back to ponder for a moment, realizing this person indeed has a ”way to seek death.”

He is the leader of the Shugubu, a Golden Core of an enemy tribe.

He has held rituals to worship the Evil God.

He has ”consumed” humans.

Previously, he spoke disrespectfully and was not courteous in his attitude toward me.

Even now, he may not truly have the heart to ”submit.”

All these are reasons to kill him.

And to kill him, I don’t even have to do it myself; just by a word, Barbarian General Chi Feng would personally slay Iron Skill Bone, avenging the members of the Danque Tribe whom Iron Skill Bone ”consumed.”

Of course, Iron Skill Bone has value to be utilized, so he cannot be killed for the time being.

But the problem is, why did I truly never have the thought of killing this Iron Skill Bone?

Mo Hua couldn’t help but look at Iron Skill Bone.

Iron Skill Bone perhaps sensed something, suddenly trembling slightly, his chest seemingly aflame, glanced at Mo Hua, then quickly lowered his head, not daring to meet Mo Hua’s gaze.

His complexion was only slightly pale, not showing much abnormality.

But the fluctuation of his Divine Sense was clearly chaotic.

This sign is increasingly suspicious.

Mo Hua’s gaze grew deeper, and simultaneously, his thoughts seemed to pierce through a layer of hazy fog, starting to circulate rapidly.

”Why... hadn’t I thought of killing him?”

”Was I careless? Overlooked him?”

”It’s possible to overlook someone I’ve met once, but Iron Skill Bone has been by my side for so long, with my Causality Skill, it’s impossible to be careless.”

”Was he... affecting my Divine Sense, altering some kind of perception?”

Mo Hua was startled, and his gaze grew sharper.

”This Iron Skill Bone can affect my Divine Sense and judgment?”

”No, it shouldn’t be possible...”

”A Golden Core of the Wandering Tribe shouldn’t have this skill; if he truly had it, he should be the Shaman of the Great Wilderness.”

”Then where is the problem...”

”What exactly is going on with this Iron Skill Bone...”

Mo Hua looked at Iron Skill Bone, his eyes were distinctly black and white, shimmering with a golden edge.

Iron Skill Bone seemed to be gazed at by a supreme Fierce Beast, his entire skeleton trembling uncontrollably, and ultimately, he couldn’t endure it anymore, trembling as he bowed down, his voice hoarse:

”Shaman... Shaman Lord, is there any command, your subordinate will immediately..plete it...”

Mo Hua was silent for a moment, gradually closed his eyes, collected the brilliance in his eyes, and when he reopened them, his gaze was clear and gentle, his voice calm and said:

”You’ve done well, go on.”

Iron Skill Bone took a deep breath and said: ”Yes, then I shall take my leave.”

Iron Skill Bone bowed and departed.

Mo Hua watched the departing back of Iron Skill Bone, showing a thoughtful expression.

...

As night deepens.

Iron Skill Bone left Mo Hua and arrived at his own tent.

This is one of the tents of the Six Strange Shugu, a spacious place, enclosed and quiet, with luxurious beast skins inside.

After the Six Strange Shugu fled, these tents were requisitioned.

As a Golden Core, Iron Skill Bone was also allocated one for temporary residence.

Leaving Mo Hua, Iron Skill Bone returned to the tent and, seeing no one around, he let out a long breath.

The giant rock pressing on his chest slowly descended.

They say ”being with a king is like being with a tiger.”

That so-called ”Mr. Witch” may have a pretty face, but those eyes are scarier than a fierce tiger.

A compassionate face with demonic methods, it’s not what it seems.

He must continually bow low and be humble, follow orders without resistance, to barely survive.

And today, for some unknown reason, that ”Fierce God” seems to have shown a killing intent towards me, I wonder if he sensed something.

Iron Skill Bone couldn’t help but feel an urge to kneel and pray for something, but he restrained himself.

Here, he was completely uneasy.

Iron Skill Bone forced himself to sit on the bed, meditate, calm his mind to dispel the fear and worry in his heart.

He said nothing, nor did he do anything.

More accurately, he didn’t dare to say anything or do anything.

Iron Skill Bone kept the meditative posture, focusing on cultivation.

But shortly afterwards, for some unknown reason, a vague sense of oddness overcame him, making Iron Skill Bone feel drowsy.

It was as if a gentle voice was speaking to him:

”Sleep, sleep...”

”When you sleep, you fear nothing.”

”When you wake, all problems will vanish.”

This voice was full of a power that made people ”trust.”

Iron Skill Bone believed it, unknowingly relaxed his guard, and then fell asleep.

After falling asleep, he dreamed.

In the dream, he seemed to see the Barbarian God he worshiped.

An entity glowing with golden light, whose stature and visage couldn’t be seen clearly, yet radiating blinding gold light, it was the ”Barbarian God.”

The golden light was immensely dazzling, towering as a mountain, assembling into a massive ”Divine Body.”

Just gazing at it shook Iron Skill Bone’s spirit.

In front of the Barbarian God, he felt as tiny as an ant, unworthy even to lift his head to view the myriad golden light, lest he profane the divine majesty.

Iron Skill Bone knelt on the ground.

And at this kneel, Iron Skill Bone suddenly felt familiarity, as though this scene was dj vu.

In previous dreams, he had knelt twice before the ”Barbarian God,” and then the Barbarian God’s head was immediately decapitated, the skull tumbling to the ground.

Every time he knelt, the Barbarian God’s head fell.

Could it be the same this time...?

Iron Skill Bone couldn’t help but feel alarmed and fearful.

He stilled his heart palpitations, slightly looking up, seeing the radiance as always, the resplendent ”Divine Body” intact.