Chapter 2915 - 163: Humanity_3

Chapter 2915: Chapter 163: Humanity_3

During this period, if a witch cultivator is gifted and, by chance, comprehends the "Thick Earth Ultimate Formation," they will be promoted by Mo Hua to become an "Elder" among the Formation witch cultivators.

These talented witch elder cultivators will be personally summoned by Mo Hua, who will impart formations and point out the profound meanings of formations to them.

Afterwards, they will replace Mo Hua, traveling around the Barbaric Wilderness, adhering to Mo Hua’s will to expand the Large Thick Earth Formation.

In this way, by expanding from a point to a larger area, finally establish a large-scale Thick Earth Formation across the Barbaric Wilderness, sufficient to resist the famine.

This is Mo Hua’s overall preparation.

Currently, these witch cultivators still need to study more, practice more, and realize more, as well as conduct more practice.

Soon, Mo Hua gave them their first chance to practice.

Mo Hua also formally began to construct the first piece of "Thick Earth Ground" capable of resisting famine and revitalizing the earth.

This ground will be developed from the southeast corner of the Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm and then expand eastwards, extending to the Second Grade Wusha as well as the Wutu Mountain Realm.

This was originally the first foothold and the initial "base" that Mo Hua established upon arriving in the Great Wilderness.

Mo Hua is not clear about what the Wutu Mountain Realm looks like now.

Those people he initially met, the familiar faces, he wonders if they have already passed away, and Mo Hua feels a bit concerned.

Previously, in the Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm, tribal wars were continuous, giving Mo Hua no opportunity to return.

Now that Mo Hua has unified the Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm, with manpower and material resources ready, he finally has the ability to carve out a path from the famine leading to the Wutu Mountain Realm.

Currently, the Thick Earth Ultimate Formation can only be executed by Mo Hua himself, and only he can draw it.

He can only first draw parts of the Thick Earth Ultimate Formation according to his plan.

Then, other witch cultivators will surround the Thick Earth Ultimate Formation he draws to fill it with the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams Formation.

Mo Hua’s fingers pointed, Spiritual Ink winding at his fingertips, then, like "living," it autonomously sketched out a formation on the ground, blending into the earth.

Although the other witch cultivators had seen this "divine-assisted" method more than once, they couldn’t help but marvel.

"Indeed, the witch lord, with the sacred Dao without traces, miraculously divine..."

Everyone was full of praise.

Then they began to take out various bone pens, crouching over the previously laid formation media, following the plan maps of the Large Formation given by Mo Hua, drawing the formation bit by bit, honestly.

Since it was their first time participating in such a large-scale formation project, many witch cultivators made a few mistakes.

Mo Hua, while drawing the Thick Earth Ultimate Formation, released his Divine Sense to double-check all the formations. He pointed out any issues he discovered and gave brief pointers.

The corresponding witch cultivators felt both guilty and admiring, then corrected themselves according to Mo Hua’s instructions.

In this way, Mo Hua continued drawing, verifying, and pointing out guidance simultaneously.

With Mo Hua’s guidance, the other witch cultivators adapted to the formation project and gradually stopped making errors.

In participating in the formation construction, their own formation levels subtly improved continuously, with their understanding of formations constantly deepening.

The more they experienced this, the more they admired Mo Hua’s formation attainment.

For Mo Hua, the "witch lord," they felt sincere recognition and gratitude.

Such a noble witch lord, willing to personally preach for these witch cultivators, personally teach them formations, personally lead them in constructing the large formation, correcting them in real-time, urging them to improve, letting them grasp deeper mysteries...

Such a pure and selfless witch lord is indeed a "gift" from the Divine Lord to the Great Wilderness.

Moreover, this is by no means a small blessing from the Divine Lord to these witch cultivators.

It’s not only Mo Hua as the "Divine Lord" representing, gathering the faith in the Great Wilderness.

Even Mo Hua himself, this flesh and blood body, unknowingly gathered the admiration of many people.

...

Mo Hua used the Thick Earth Ultimate Formation as a lead, with a group of witch cultivators drawing formations, a large number of Barbarian Cultivators from the Divine Slave Tribe, clearing mountain paths, and laying formation media.

With everyone’s efforts, a path forged by Holy Patterns gradually extended into the "life forbidden" Land of Famine.

The fierce power of the famine was also suppressed by the Holy Patterns laid by Mo Hua.

Seeing this scene, everyone’s hearts were once again filled with shock and even more amazed at the greatness of the Divine Lord’s power.

Thus, half a month later.

With everyone’s efforts, a mountain path densely covered with Holy Patterns traversed through the famine, leading to the far east of the Barbarians.

After such a long time, Mo Hua finally returned to the place where he initially entered the Barbaric Wilderness — the Wutu Mountain Realm.

Looking around, amidst hills and lands, the tribes scattered, and the atmosphere of the Barbarian Cultivators was peaceful.

The entire Wutu Mountain Realm was surprisingly stable.

Outside was famine and chaos, but the interior of the Wutu Mountain Realm, wrapped by famine, seemed unaffected and was just as when Mo Hua left it.

Everything operated in an orderly fashion, in accordance with the arrangements Mo Hua had previously made.

For Mo Hua, this was initially a fortunate matter.

However, that peculiar premonition, like a "bug on the bones," in his heart grew even stronger.

Mo Hua always felt as if someone was watching him, and an invisible hand had set up a "scene" for him long ago.

Mo Hua frowned, thought for a while, and then led a group of guards, along with Little Zatu, who had been longing to go home, back to the Wutu Tribe.

Arriving at the Wutu Tribe, Little Zatu saw his grandfather, Elder Zamu.

Elder Zamu was already aged, with a face full of vicissitudes, nearing the end of his life, but held onto a strong desire to live.

This desire was likely the only bloodline he had left in this world, his little grandson.

Therefore, when Little Zatu entered the Wutu Tribe, face full of tears, and fell into Elder Zamu’s arms.

Elder Zamu’s face was full of relief, and he couldn’t help but shed tears too.

All humans must die.

And in great calamities, human life becomes even cheaper.

These ordinary Barbarian Cultivators, unable to resist the impermanence of fate, could only hope to see their loved ones once more before they died.

Knowing that their closest ones still lived in the world left them with no regrets.

Elder Zamu’s aged face was wet with tears of joy, holding tightly to his little grandson.

Mo Hua, however, stood stunned.

Standing high above, insightful of heavenly secrets, wielding authority, and ruling everything with "divinity," he now felt a faintly sour warmth in his heart.

This was nothing special, but the "warmth" highlighted his somewhat cold heart.

Mo Hua’s perception of his own Divine Sense state had always been meticulous and keen.

At this moment, he could sense that this warmth seemed to be his own...

"Human nature."

His own human nature, "germinating" in the depths of his heart...

It’s also indicative...

Mo Hua’s expression was complex, and he felt a tinge of unease.

"It indicates... my human nature, unknowingly, has already shown signs of extinguishment... Perhaps it has already..."

"’Extinguished’ part of it..."