The Quest for Immortality

Of course, it was impossible to kill Lugu, but the other Golden Cores of the Shugubu, as well as the Barbarian Soldiers of the Shugu Main Department, would inevitably die or be wounded by more than half.

But if you add in one Bi Fang main department, the situation would become different again.

Although after several months of recuperation and development of his forces, the Heavy Armor in the Wutu Mountain Realm had increased, and his troops had grown stronger.

Even so, facing the Shugu and Bi Fang two main departments head-on was still extremely strenuous.

Even if he could win in the end, it would inevitably be a ”tragic victory,” and who knew how many of his Barbarian Soldiers would have to die.

The forces he had painstakingly cultivated would be completely consumed by a single great decisive battle.

Once his family foundation was gone, it would be harder than hard to grow again afterward.

Moreover, the situation in the Great Wilderness was worsening by the day, and Mo Hua no longer had that much time to develop again.

What should he do... .

Mo Hua stood on the high peak of Wutu Mountain, gazing far into the Wusha Mountain Realm, looking at the densely packed Barbarian Soldiers of the Shugu and Bi Fang two departments, his expression somewhat grave.

The Wutu Mountain Realm was Mo Hua’s final stronghold; there was no way to retreat.

And Bi Jie was the sort of person who would repay even the smallest grievance; he definitely would not let this go.

Lugu had suffered defeat before and would certainly want to redeem himself.

Now that the two of them shared a common enemy, the situation had become very severe.

Mo Hua did not worry about his own safety; if he truly wanted to escape, no one could stop him.

But his ”enterprise” was here; the monk might run, but the temple could not.

Mo Hua stood on the mountain summit, focusing his gaze on the distance.

Outside Wufeng Ridge, on one side were the Barbarian Soldiers of the Shugubu wearing White Bone war paint.

On the other side were the Barbarian Soldiers of the Bi Fang Tribe clad in dark green Barbarian Armor.

The entire Wufeng Ridge was occupied by these two sides of Barbarian Soldiers, half pale white, half dark green-black, their imposing aura extremely oppressive.

As Mo Hua watched, his eyes suddenly flashed; he instinctively recalled the Dao Laws model he had grasped from life and death when studying Taotie’s Power.

One life and one death.

One white and one black.

It was astonishingly similar to this scene of an army pressing upon his borders.

”Laws... are not just abstract principles. The Great Dao encompasses all things, so all events and objects must also follow certain frameworks and statutes...”

”This framework and model can be used to analyze Laws, and naturally can also be used to dissect all worldly things, even slaughter and war.”

”Life and death, black and white, and even...”

”Yin and Yang?”

Mo Hua gradually gained some new insights that were hard to put into words.

All methods under heaven are unity of opposites.

The myriad things on the surface of the Laws are likewise.

The Shugu and Bi Fang Tribes before him might appear to form an ”alliance,” but the two were originally opposed.

It looked like a strong alliance of powerful forces.

But as long as he found a gap and intensified their contradictions, letting them ”split” from each other a bit...

This so-called alliance would collapse of its own accord.

By extension, all tribes, all aristocratic families, all Sects, and indeed all powers were largely the same.

They might appear formidable, unmatched.

But within them, there must exist all sorts of divergences and contradictions.

As long as one found those divergences and sowed discord and division, stirring the waters, then no matter how strong a power was, it would have a day when it crumbled to dust.

Cultivators seek the Dao; the Dao contains all methods, and all methods in turn connect to all things, even to specific people and events.

All of this is interconnected.

Some Laws can be used for Cultivation, to comprehend Formations, to generate Spells.

They can likewise be used to resolve all sorts of concrete affairs.

Thinking this way, Mo Hua suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment.

With a certain ”Law” understood, the enemy before him automatically split apart, one black and one white, contradictions stark.

The entire matter seemed to become much simpler.

Even Mo Hua himself found it somewhat inconceivable.

He pondered for a moment and actually felt that the Shugu Main Department and Bi Fang main department were no longer two ”powerful foes,” but two ”playthings” whose contradictions he could freely exploit, split, evolve, and toy with.

And the means to toy with them were very simple.

Mo Hua summoned Iron Skill Bone and asked him, ”How do you paint the face designs of your Shugubu?”

Iron Skill Bone did not understand what Mo Hua was going to do, but he still explained everything in full detail and drew out all the patterns.

This White Bone face paint was the symbol of ”identity” and ”class” in the Shugubu.

What kind of face paint you wore was highly particular.

Out of fear of Mo Hua, Iron Skill Bone dared not conceal anything.

Mo Hua took the face paint patterns from Iron Skill Bone and handed them to Little Zatu, instructing him on something.

Afterward, Mo Hua once again began using the cause and effect of the ”Heaven, Earth, Man” Three Talents to carry out Calculation of the war situation.

Now the scale of the battlefield was larger, the numbers greater, and the Computational Power of Mo Hua’s Divine Sense was limited; he could not calculate too much of the situation.

He only calculated one thing: Bi Jie’s movements.

Then, based on that one bit of information he had calculated, Mo Hua began deploying troops and arranging Array Formations.

Seven days later, Bi Jie finally could not hold back and, together with Lugu, launched a general offensive against the Wutu Mountain Realm.

The war situation was excellent.

After four months, the Shugubu crossed Wufeng Ridge for the first time and advanced on the Wutu Mountain Realm in force.

And Bi Jie also encountered his nemesis—the peerless Young Master of the Danque Tribe, Dan Zhu.

The two led their troops and clashed in battle.

After fighting several hundred bouts, Dan Zhu was outmatched and led his troops in retreat.

Bi Jie laughed loudly and pursued relentlessly.

The two sides, one chasing and one fleeing, went on until a hundred li away, where Dan Zhu received reinforcements.

It was a line of thirty Danque Tribe Barbarian Soldiers wearing Bone Heavy Armor.

It was also the first time Bi Jie experienced the might of these Heavy Armored Barbarian Soldiers head-on.

But he was not surprised.

Before the battle, he had met with Lugu and had already learned from Lugu’s mouth about the Danque Tribe stealing the ancestral Heavy Armor of the Shugubu.