Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2719 Chapter 93: Twenty-three Patterns

The divine sense of the pinnacle of twenty-two patterns has already surpassed the vast majority of early-stage Golden Core cultivators.

This means that Mo Hua's concealment cannot be detected.

In front of early-stage Golden Core cultivators, Mo Hua's presence is like that of a ghost god, known by the heavens and the earth, but unknown to man.

He stood in the darkness, like a demon manipulating the human heart.

And the faith of Iron Skill Bone was subtly guided by Mo Hua, forming a self-reinforcing loop of self-awareness.

Afterward, Mo Hua's figure gradually and silently disappeared.

As if he had never come and had never existed.

Iron Skill Bone was still immersed in feverish excitement until it subsided, and reason slightly cleared; only then did he notice something strange.

But a certain thought had already been deeply engraved in his heart.

Whenever Iron Skill Bone began to think, a "loop" would naturally form:

"That shaman is a demon skilled in beguiling human hearts; it roams the world in human disguise, seeking to harm the Barbarian God and usurp the divine position."

"But it can only kill 'false gods.'"

"The true Barbarian God possesses celestial power and will surely slay this demon, as well as save me from disaster."

"Why would the Barbarian God save me?"

"Because I am the most loyal believer of the Barbarian God..."

"Otherwise, the Barbarian God wouldn't personally guide me in dreams..."

The more he thought about it, the more he believed in the understanding he deduced through divine guidance.

Iron Skill Bone felt a fiery passion in his heart.

Loyalty filled his being.

"I must do something for the Barbarian God; I must dedicate myself to the Barbarian God until my last breath..."

Iron Skill Bone muttered determinedly.

He began rummaging through his storage bag, taking out a large pile of maps, and then marked and researched them overnight.

He studied them for an entire night.

The next day, Iron Skill Bone went to see Mo Hua, presenting the maps he had meticulously crafted overnight.

He studied them for an entire night.

The next day, Iron Skill Bone went to see Mo Hua, presenting the maps he had meticulously crafted overnight.

Mo Hua appeared somewhat "perplexed" and asked him, "What is this?"

Iron Skill Bone's attitude became even more respectful:

"Reporting to the Shaman Lord, this is the tribal map of our Shugubu, including sub-tribes, small tribes, and wandering tribes. I've marked every place with statues and altars."

"Tribes may migrate, but the places they worship do not change."

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, then asked, "Why did you suddenly present this map?"

Iron Skill Bone's heart skipped a beat.

His mind had been fixated on luring this "demonic shaman" to be slain by the Barbarian God.

He hadn't realized that such eager flattery was certain to arouse the suspicion of this "demonic shaman."

A miscalculation!

Mo Hua's gaze gradually turned cold.

The appearance of a sinister and surging White Bone Sword Demon floated in his mind, making Iron Skill Bone feel inexplicably fearful.

Seeing this, Mo Hua "reminded" him calmly:

"Could it be that you wish to... defect to the Danque Tribe?"

These words were like a straw to the drowning man.

Iron Skill Bone immediately seized upon them, nodding, "Yes! Yes! I...I want to join the Danque Tribe..."

Mo Hua asked, "Why?"

Iron Skill Bone's mind raced, searching for justification:

"My...Shugubu is brutal, and they antagonize each other, heartless, but the Danque Tribe...their people live in harmony, especially...Young Master Dan Zhu, who loves the people like his own children, unparalleled in bravery, and also...and also..."

Iron Skill Bone slightly raised his head, glancing at Mo Hua, "Lord Shaman, you... are favored by the deity, compassionate and wise, surely capable of spreading the Divine Lord's brilliance throughout the Great Wilderness, your future boundless..."

Mo Hua nodded slightly, clearly quite satisfied.

Iron Skill Bone slowly exhaled with relief.

Mo Hua lowered his gaze, scanning the map Iron Skill Bone presented, suppressing the joy in his heart and questioned calmly:

"Is this map authentic?"

Iron Skill Bone bowed and affirmed, "I swear on my head, there can be no mistake."

Mo Hua said, "Swear on your head, indeed?"

Iron Skill Bone quickly replied, "Yes."

Mo Hua nodded, "I understand your intentions. Do your best, and Young Master Dan Zhu will not treat you poorly, nor will the Divine Lord."

Seeing that this "demonic shaman" genuinely believed his words, Iron Skill Bone felt a burden lifted from his shoulders.

He respectfully bowed, "Thank you, Lord Shaman, for your grace. I will take my leave."

Before leaving, Iron Skill Bone couldn't help but glance at Mo Hua from the corner of his eye.

Red lips, white teeth, an exquisite face, and clear eyes.

He hadn't thought in this direction before, but upon looking again, he found that this "Lord Shaman's" complexion was excessively pale, resembling a corpse with lips as red as if stained with blood.

The clear eyes also carried a hint of incongruous innocence.

And the reason for this innocence was precisely because he...

Was not human!

Not human, lacking the worldly wisdom of humans, hence this inexplicable "sense of innocence."

What an exquisitely flawless appearance of a demonic human!

And this demon, able to wear human skin, walking the world openly, claiming to be a shaman, saying he was one "blessed by the Divine Lord."

How profound must his Dao be?

Iron Skill Bone felt a chill at the bottom of his heart.

Thinking about how he was currently "plotting" against this demon, intending to personally involve himself, serving this "demon," guiding it to perish at the hands of the Barbarian God...

Iron Skill Bone felt both fear and a sense of "honor," as if shouldering a great mission, evoking a sense of poignant grandeur.

Iron Skill Bone's eyes were as tough as iron.

But he still lowered his gaze, not daring to look at Mo Hua, fearing that his "rebellious" thoughts would be perceived by this terrifying "demon," leading to failure and a wasted effort.

Iron Skill Bone bowed and withdrew.