Chapter 2924 - 167: Divine Priest

Chapter 2924: Chapter 167: Divine Priest

In the deepest part of Vermilion Bird Mountain lay the ancient Vermilion Bird Divine Altar.

The Divine Descent War with the Wujiu Tribe had taken place precisely here.

Millions of Barbarian Soldiers, countless Commanders and Barbarian Generals, and even dozens of Late Golden Core Stage Great Chiefs and Generals had all engaged here in desperate, life-forfeiting slaughter.

Innumerable Barbarian Soldiers shed every drop of their blood and died for faith.

In that battle, ancient mountain ranges were pierced through, countless peaks leveled to plains, and the earth was left ravaged and desolate.

But now, the entire Divine Altar had been repaired anew.

Its outer perimeter was encircled by lofty walls; densely woven Formations formed a long wall of Formation around it.

And the corpses of those who fell here had all been collected, then reburied upon the Barbaric Land; their flesh nourished the Great Wilderness.

All of this was by Mo Hua’s command.

At this moment, Mo Hua stood before the Divine Altar.

The awe-inspiring Holy Beast, the Big Tiger, guarded at Mo Hua’s sides.

Iron Shugu bowed behind Mo Hua and said in a tone of reverent fear:

"Lord Shaman, in accordance with your instructions, everything has been prepared. The Great Chiefs, Chief Elders of each tribe, as well as the Generals of the main forces, have all been informed. Seven days from now, the Vermilion Bird Mountain Grand Divine Sacrifice Ceremony will officially be held. If any high-level member of a tribe does not personally attend, it will be deemed treason."

"Good," Mo Hua inclined his head slightly. "You may go."

"Yes." Iron Shugu saluted respectfully, then withdrew.

Mo Hua watched Iron Shugu’s departing back, his gaze somewhat deep. Then, paying him no further heed, he turned and walked step by step toward the Divine Altar.

The burly Big Tiger followed Mo Hua, matching his stride with steady steps.

Mo Hua crossed the Divine Altar Square and climbed the steps, ascending them one by one to the highest point of the Divine Altar.

At the summit of the altar, blazing Vermilion Bird Fire coiled and surged, burning away the Divine Thought of all ordinary cultivators, yet it could not harm Mo Hua in the slightest.

The Big Tiger felt somewhat scorched, but walking together with Mo Hua and under his protection, it was not too severe.

Upon the altar, the Vermilion Bird Statue, clasping a golden ring in its beak, still stood.

Beneath the Vermilion Bird Statue, the ancient divine throne exuded an inviolable majesty.

And at the lowest part of the golden tree where the Vermilion Bird resided, the golden plate used to enshrine Divine Dao Tokens, ignite Vermilion Bird Fire, and summon deities to descend, was exactly the same as before.

Mo Hua had once placed the Wujiu death eye upon that golden plate, summoned the Wujiu Great God, and then "eaten" the Wujiu Great God.

Now, as he gazed upon this golden plate, under the influence of the "Taotie," a sudden hunger and thirst welled up in Mo Hua’s heart.

He wanted to place the Divine Dao Tokens of Yan Zhu and Qing Zhu upon it as well, to see whether he could summon down the God of Candlefire and the God of Qingqiu, and "eat" them all together.

If so, would his Divine Sense not become even stronger?

As greed stirred, Mo Hua’s heart began to seethe restlessly.

He exerted tremendous effort before finally suppressing this surge of greed in his heart.

The true origins of the God of Candlefire and the God of Qingqiu were unknown to Mo Hua; he did not clearly know just how vast these two "Great Gods" were. Given that they were deities worshiped by the Royal Court, they were likely no ordinary beings.

If he summoned them down and found himself unable to defeat them, that joke would be taken far too far.

At present, the situation in the Barbaric Wilderness was extremely fragile and could not bear further upheaval; fewer troubles were better than more.

Moreover, he had only just broken through, and his Divine Thought Realm had not yet fully stabilized; it was ill-advised to stir up thoughts of "eating" again.

Mo Hua reined in that Taotie-like desire to devour deities.

He ceased looking at that golden offering plate and instead turned his gaze toward the ancient divine throne beneath the Vermilion Bird Statue.

On that day, Yan Zhu had merely glanced at this divine throne, given rise to greed, and nearly had his courage crushed to dust by the will of the Divine Way.

But now, Mo Hua watched this ancient divine throne with a calm expression.

In the unseen depths, that will of the Divine Way likewise descended, as though wishing to instill fear in Mo Hua. Yet this will could not shake Mo Hua in the slightest.

Not only that, Mo Hua even advanced step by step toward the divine throne, bearing up under the pressure of the Divine Way.

The ancient will seemed enraged by Mo Hua’s discourtesy; the pressure of Divine Thought nearly condensed into substance, enough to grind the Sea of Consciousness of any ordinary cultivator into powder.

But before Mo Hua, this ancient will merely caused his brows to knit slightly; it could not prevent him from striding toward the lofty divine throne.

And when Mo Hua finally came to stand before the throne, a fearful "roar" suddenly resounded beside his ears.

It was as if some ancient deity were inflicting Divine Punishment upon him.

That powerful surge of Divine Thought plunged directly into Mo Hua’s Sea of Consciousness.

Even Mo Hua felt a strange pain, as though his Sea of Consciousness were about to be torn apart.

Mo Hua closed his eyes, drawing his Divine Thought inward. He activated the horn of the Pixiu, the Dragon Soul body, the body of pure-golden Dao transformation, and once more condensed the Sword Intent of Divine Thought into sword, resisting for a long time before forcibly dissolving this will of the ancient deity.

When Mo Hua opened his eyes again, the scene before him had grown hazy and indistinct.

It was as though time itself had been reversed.

He seemed to glimpse the ancient Barbaric Wilderness forebears, circling the Divine Altar in worship.

He saw battle after tribal battle erupting around this altar.

He saw, in the invisible realm, many existences of the "Divine Way"—some resembling gods, some like Demon Monsters, some again like men...

The silhouettes of these existences crossed and recrossed upon this Divine Altar, wielding all manner of Divine Skills, locked in ceaseless slaughter. In the long river of history, one side finished its song only for the other to take the stage...