The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2893: Descent of the "God" (2)

Which allegiance does their Shaman truly belong to?

Which deity do they actually worship?

Is he... truly the Shaman sent by the Divine Lord to save the Great Wilderness?

At this moment, many Barbarian Cultivators who originally trusted Mo Hua started to waver in their hearts.

Even Dan Zhu looked at Mo Hua with anxious eyes, furrowing his brow, murmuring, "Gentleman..."

Meanwhile, on the Divine Altar Square, Dan Lie, Flame Wings, and other Great Chiefs were even more enraged, their eyes almost tearing apart.

"This kid pretending to be a Shaman... is a traitor?!"

"Is he an internal spy from the Wujiu Tribe?"

He masqueraded as a Shaman, infiltrating the tribe all for the moment to summon the Witch Vulture God?!

Shock and anger filled their hearts.

The generals of the Wujiu Tribe looked at each other in disbelief.

Even the Young Master of the Witch Vulture gazed at Mo Hua’s silhouette, knitting his brows.

He didn’t remember ever installing such a sinister and fearsome "traitor" within the Vermilion Bird Division...

On the altar, Yan Zhu shouted harshly at Mo Hua, "You brat! What are you doing? Have you lost your mind?!"

Qing Zhu’s face turned pale.

But Mo Hua ignored it, walking forward persistently, until he reached the Vermilion Bird Golden Tree.

He raised his head, looked at the fiery Vermilion Bird Statue, then gazed at the divine throne beneath it, entwined in Vermilion Bird blood.

Mo Hua’s eyes narrowed slightly.

But instead of doing anything, he lowered his gaze to the "offering plate" under the golden tree.

This golden offering plate was the "fuse" for the divine descent.

Now, it needed a "spark" to ignite the fuse...

Mo Hua slowly raised his hand and, under all eyes, placed the eye of Wujiu on the offering plate.

A wave of extreme cold and decaying aura began to spread on the altar.

"Little ghost! Stop!"

But at this moment, no one could stop Mo Hua.

Yan Zhu’s face was utterly pale.

Qing Zhu’s eyes were filled with terror.

In that instant, the Great Chiefs of the Vermilion Bird Mountain alliance tribes felt their hearts sink, only sensing their entire bodies tremble, cold limbs.

The Barbarian Cultivators from other tribes also showed despair on their faces.

Only the Black Vulture Elder’s delighted laughter echoed on the altar, his expression wanton, laughing maniacally:

"Hahahahaha! It’s done!"

"It’s done!"

"The grand plan is fulfilled! My lifelong wish has been achieved!"

"The Wujiu God’s descent upon the Vermilion Bird Mountain, seated on the ancient divine throne, shall control supreme power, possess the faith of the Barbaric Land, dominate the thoughts of all beings, and I... shall be rewarded as the God’s most loyal servant, obtaining the highest honor, living eternally in the sea of decay..."

Among the Black Vulture Elder’s crazed mutters.

The eye of Wujiu turned into a black spark, burning completely.

The decaying divine flame ignited the golden tree, blazing upwards along the tree, all the way to the mouth of the Vermilion Bird.

The Vermilion Bird’s mouth held a golden ring.

The decayed fire followed the golden tree, igniting the golden ring.

The golden ring activated by the decayed "Divine Way" began to emit dazzling light, connecting to the realm of deities in the ethereal domain, becoming the "light" and bridge in the vast divine territory.

The Vermilion Bird carrying the fire serves as the guiding lamp.

The guiding lamp leads the way, and the Divine Way descends.

The decaying fire surged and swelled against the wind, hanging upside down in the sky, forming an invisible divine thought barrier.

The entire Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm was shrouded in overcast, bone-chilling winds.

A stench of decay began to permeate the world.

Black feathers started drifting from the sky, accompanied by blood rain and decayed flesh.

But this blood rain wasn’t real rain, and the decayed flesh wasn’t real flesh; rather, it was the materialization of divine telekinesis.

Atop the Vermilion Bird Divine Throne, within the center of the decaying fire.

A massive, black, rotten wing slowly emerged from the ignited void barrier.

This was the true form of the Witch Vulture God.

This was the real... "Divine Descent."

Because at the onset of the divine descent, borrowing the power of the altar, the divine force was so strong that it distorted the boundary between the virtual and the real.

Therefore, many Barbarian Cultivators who originally couldn’t visually perceive the deities could now behold this awe-inspiring and terrifying scene unfolding between heaven and earth.

They could witness the great "miracle" of a true divine descent.

This is the manifestation of the deities in the world, a miraculous occurrence.

All the Barbarian Cultivators of the Wujiu Tribe showed fanaticism.

All those within the allied tribes, including the noble Great Chiefs and the exalted Shamans, were facing overwhelming dread.

But they could only watch.

They had fought, struggled, resisted, but in the end, they could not prevent this scene from unfolding.

They could only helplessly watch as the "apocalypse" arrived, waiting desperately for the outsider god’s judgment.

Perhaps they had strong bodies, powerful cultivation, possessed Taoist Skills passed down through generations.

But these were all "worldly" powers.

Faced with the true "divine" terror, they felt as small as ants, powerless.

Before the divine descent, it could be thwarted.

But once the descent began, it could not be reversed by anyone.

Thus, in the silence of heaven and earth, in front of thousands of beings.

A massive, demigod-like entity, with black wings, the head of a deathless Witch Vulture, descended gradually from the vortex of the decaying fire, finally entering the world completely.

The Witch Vulture God Descent was thus completed.

The great god of the Wujiu Tribe, using the Vermilion Bird’s fire as a guide and the ancient Divine Altar as a medium, finally descended upon the Vermilion Bird Mountain.

At that instant, the decaying divine aura, like a tidal wave, swept across the land.

The world changed color.

All the Barbarian Cultivators of the Wujiu Tribe knelt on the ground, bowing to their god, shouting loudly, "Witch Vulture Great God, immortal and everlasting."