Chapter 2896: I Am the Divine Lord (2)

The chant of "The Divine Lord is eternal" echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

And on the Divine Altar, Mo Hua tore apart the "heart" of the Wujiu Great God with his bare hands, shattering its divinity. Then, he calmly pointed with two fingers, conjuring a grandiose Compound Formation capable of burning mountains and boiling seas, refining the divine power of the Wujiu Great God into thick smoke.

Taking advantage of the formation’s fiery refinement and its grandiose concealment, Mo Hua slightly opened his mouth and took a sudden breath, secretly inhaling the entire power of Wujiu into his mouth from the sky.

His actions were so subtle that besides the three nearby Shamans, almost no one noticed that this "Divine Lord" not only killed the Wujiu Great God but also "consumed" it.

The Yan Zhu, Qing Zhu, and Black Vulture Elder, who witnessed this scene with their own eyes, also widened their pupils, nearly unable to believe what they saw.

It was unclear how much time had passed, but the black clouds dissipated, and the roaring flames subsided, every ripple vanishing.

The Wujiu Great God perished in front of everyone, its divine power disappearing without a trace.

Mo Hua discreetly licked the corner of his mouth.

The Wujiu Great God had indeed completed its Descent.

It descended upon Vermilion Bird Mountain, but also into Mo Hua’s stomach.

And Mo Hua also completed his own "Divine Descent."

He fulfilled his "Divine Descent" on the Divine Way as the Master of the Great Wilderness.

With the "death" of the Wujiu Great God, the Divine Altar began to restore, and the effects of the "Divine Descent" gradually recovered.

The boundary between reality and void became clear once more.

The existence of the Divine Way slipped back into the formless.

All anomalies returned to the void, as if they had never existed at all.

Like a deity’s dream, a grand illusion, but an indelible impression was etched into the minds of everyone present.

The world at this moment returned to silence.

Night once again shrouded the land.

In just a night of divine battle, an endless span of time passed, and it was already past 6 A.M, with the east beginning to lighten.

A red sun slowly rose over Vermilion Bird Mountain.

Mo Hua stood high on the Divine Altar, under the fiery rising sun.

The golden hue of the morning glow draped over him, seemingly coating him in a layer of gold.

At this moment, he had already left the Dream Realm of the Divine Way, presenting to everyone his fleshly form.

Yet, the two-in-one showed no difference.

In the Divine Thought Void Realm, he was his own Divine Lord.

In the real world, he was his own Shaman.

As night broke into dawn, Mo Hua slowly spread his arms towards the Barbaric people kneeling below the Divine Altar, speaking solemnly:

"Today, in the name of Shaman, I summon the Divine Lord to descend, and with the Supreme Divine Sword, slay the God of Wujiu."

"From today, the ancient Divine Lord shall once again descend upon the Great Wilderness. Return to His Divine Position, wield His authority, bestow blessings upon the people of the Great Wilderness, sparing them from calamity."

"From today, the Way of the Divine Lord shall spread across the Great Wilderness."

"In the midst of great calamity, those who believe in the Divine Lord shall live, those who defy shall perish."

Mo Hua clasped his hands in a respectful gesture, speaking with sacredness and reverence: "...May the Divine Lord above bless our Great Wilderness."

Below the Divine Altar, the masses worshipped, chanting ancient blessings:

"Those who believe in the Divine Lord shall live, those who defy shall perish."

"May the Divine Lord above bless our Great Wilderness."

"May the sun and moon never wither, and the Divine Lord never perish."

"Heaven and earth shall endure with the Divine Lord, eternal and unyielding..."

The sound of devotion soared to the sky, shaking the mountains, spreading across the Barbaric Land...

From this point on, the ancient name of "Divine Lord," once lost in history, began to "awaken" in the vast Great Wilderness...

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Thus, the tribal war between Wujiu and the Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm settled in dust.

The outcome of the Wujiu God Descent also decided the result of this war.

The fall of the Wujiu Great God, the appearance of the Divine Lord, the failure of the "God" war, the obliteration of belief, resulted in the complete collapse of the Wujiu army.

Many barbarian soldiers of the Wujiu Tribe, having witnessed the "Divine Lord" obliterate the Wujiu Great God with great divine power, saw their once firm faith shatter, twist, and shift to becoming followers of the Divine Lord.

They no longer worshipped the Wujiu God but began to praise the "Divine Lord."

The battle of deities was brutal.

The struggle of faith was equally cold and realistic.

Weaklings are not worthy of faith, not even deities.

But not everyone abandoned their belief...

At least the Young Master of Witch Vulture, along with the majority of the Wujiu Tribe’s generals, high-level elders, and some direct-lineage barbarian soldiers, continued to hold their beliefs.

Their beliefs were closely tied to the interests of the tribe.

Even having seen it with their own eyes, they could never acknowledge the defeat and fall of the Wujiu Great God.

Even less could they acknowledge Mo Hua, this so-called "Divine Lord’s" blessed Shaman.

The defeat of the Wujiu Tribe in the Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm was total.

But it did not mean that they had no hope at all on the entire Barbaric Wilderness’s battlefield.

The Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm was just the main battleground, but in various other large and small mountain realms, there were still retained troops.

These Wujiu barbarian soldiers continued to fight for the tribe.

They still bore the ambition of the Young Master of Witch Vulture to "transform into a dragon," carrying the vision of the Wujiu Tribe’s ambition to unify the Barbaric Wilderness.

Thus, the Wujiu Tribe still had the possibility of resurgence.

The three generations of plans from the Wujiu Tribe, and the ambition in the heart of the Young Master of Witch Vulture, could never be easily abandoned after a single defeat.

And when Mo Hua summoned the "Divine Lord to descend," performing miracles before people, and drawing the masses to worship.

The Young Master of Witch Vulture immediately realized the dire situation and swiftly "cut the losses," leading a group of generals, confidants, and remnants to flee Vermilion Bird Mountain.

And with the power of the dragon transformation, if the Young Master of Witch Vulture wanted to escape, no one could stop him.

Even Mo Hua had no way.

The boundary of reality and void only exists above the Divine Altar.