Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2769 Chapter 109: Divine Name_3

And Mo Hua seemed to effortlessly steal this secret knowledge...

What relationship does Mr. Witch have with the Shugubu?

How did he learn the method of forging this heavy armor?

Could it really be as simple as capturing someone for research to learn it?

Involving such tribal secrets, any tribe's cultivator can't be insensitive and unwary.

Even Dan Zhu cast a glance at Mo Hua with a bit of "concern."

During a tribal council meeting, Chi Feng couldn't help but directly ask this question:

"Mr. Witch, how did you know... the ancestors' method of forging heavy armor of the Shugubu?"

Chi Feng's expression was somewhat solemn.

Because Mo Hua, this shaman, had become "powerful" to a degree where Chi Feng couldn't comprehend it.

This "strength" wasn't the intuitive strong cultivation level, rather... it was inexplicably so, making it unfathomable and even seemingly eerie.

Understanding heavenly secrets, perceiving hearts, fearless of evil spirits, unafraid of life and death.

Now, even the ancient method of forging ancestral Barbarian Armor, sealed in the history of the Great Wilderness, could be "recreated."

Doesn't this imply that other tribes' mysteries would also be penetrated by him?

Would the Danque Tribe... be spared?

This left Chi Feng feeling insecure.

Mo Hua's answer was straightforward:

"I don't know."

Chi Feng was stunned for a moment, while others were somewhat bewildered.

Mo Hua appeared solemn: "I've said it before, my personal realm, cultivation, witchcraft, are insignificant."

"I am one blessed by the Lord of the Temple; all my abilities originate from the Divine Lord's benevolence, an exhibition of the Divine Lord's might..."

"I ask the Divine Lord for answers to things I don't understand."

"I request solutions from the Divine Lord for issues I can't resolve."

"I seek the spell point I desire from the Divine Lord."

"As long as my faith in the Divine Lord is sincere, and if the Divine Lord favors me, He will bestow everything upon me."

"Sincere faith is the source of all my abilities."

"Apart from this, even if I am a 'waste,' it doesn't matter, as the Divine Lord will grant me all great powers."

"So..."

Mo Hua, with a solemn demeanor, looked at Chi Feng, "You ask me how I know the ancestor's armor forging method of the Shugubu..."

"I can only tell you, I don't know."

"It was the Divine Lord who made me know, so I knew."

"And I am just a shaman, my cultivation is only at Foundation Establishment, I convey only the Divine Lord's renown..."

"Because the Divine Lord is omniscient, omnipotent... that is why I know secrets I shouldn't know, I can exhibit miracles beyond my ability..."

"All this is the Divine Lord's grace."

Mo Hua's tone conveyed undeniable authority and devotion.

Chi Feng and others' hearts were shaken.

They also understood the truth, comprehending the essence of a shaman.

That is "faith."

As long as there is faith, there is infinite great power.

The near-eerie aura surrounding Mo Hua in their eyes began to fade.

Replacing it was a devout, pure, believer of the Divine Lord, who could embody the Divine Lord walking among mortals, a "normal" cultivator.

All his skills weren't his own.

They were merely bestowed upon him by the Divine Lord.

Gradually, the dread in Chi Feng and others' hearts towards Mo Hua dissipated.

After all, in terms of personal ability, without the Divine Lord's blessing, Mo Hua was but a "normal person."

This made Mo Hua's image, invisibly, more "approachable."

Yet this doesn't affect the respect Chi Feng and others have for Mo Hua.

If an evil monster receives blessings from the Divine Lord, it means little.

But if an ordinarily talented cultivator, through steadfast belief, receives blessings from the Divine Lord and gains various divine powers, it commands admiration.

This is "greatness" crafted by a "ordinary" person through faith.

Not just Dan Zhu, but even Chi Feng, along with numerous tribal chieftains and elders, viewed Mo Hua with an aura of reverence.

Even Iron Skill Bone and Adage, two members of the Shugubu, upon hearing Mo Hua's words, gazed at Mo Hua's saintly serene countenance, and momentarily felt a sense of self-doubt.

As though the faith of their tribe was wrong.

What they worship was false.

Only Mo Hua's faith was correct.

Only Mo Hua's Divine Lord was the true deity.

The two were momentarily stunned, but quickly returned to their senses, shaking their heads to dispel this strand of "disrespectful" thought.

However, neither realized that a crack had formed in their deep-seated belief in the Barbarian God of Shugubu.

In a solemn atmosphere.

Mo Hua, with a stern demeanor, felt helplessly sighed inwardly.

Sure enough, wherever one goes, it's always the overextending beam that rots first.

Even being a shaman is the same.

One must learn to hide one's sharpness, keep one's simplicity, avoid letting others know one's prowess, avoid provoking envy, and let others know one's own abilities aren't strong.

Meanwhile, it should be known that one has great fortune, blessed by "deities."

Thus, others won't fear you - because you are essentially incapable.

Simultaneously, others won't dare harm you - because you're under divine protection.

Mo Hua further grasped the knack of being a "shaman" and gained deeper insights into becoming a greater "religious con man."

The matter of the Shugubu's "ancestor's heavy armor" was thus smoothed over by Mo Hua.

Nearly everyone believed it was a spell point granted by the Lord of the Temple to the shaman.

They followed the directives of the shaman, forging heavy armor, as if honoring the Lord of the Temple's revelations.

This way, everything became explainable.

Human capability has limits, yet the Divine Lord is omnipotent.

Tasks beyond human capacity are rationalized when attributed to the name of "deity."

Besides forging Barbarian Armor, Mo Hua continued utilizing the title of "shaman" to commence other preparations.

He began reorganizing the tribes, retrained the Barbarian Soldiers, took advantage of this spare time to build strength.

Mo Hua started seeking talented individuals among the tribes, suitable for learning formation among Barbarian Cultivators.

And made them study formation day and night.

These individuals Mo Hua planned to use in the future to fend off famine.

He was extremely lacking in talents.

Whether Barbarian Soldiers, Witch Cultivators, or Barbarian Cultivators adept at formation painting, all were precious.

The sense of urgency within Mo Hua grew increasingly intense.

He must swiftly establish and continuously expand his forces to undertake more endeavors.

To curb famine and search for the source of Taotie's Power.

To wage war against tribes and devour stronger Barbarian Gods.

If he could sooner devour twenty-four patterns, perhaps he could advance past the Core Formation threshold earlier.

And as time passed, Mo Hua's forces gradually consolidated, his military strength strengthened day by day...