The Quest for Immortality Chapter 2912: Grand Earthen Array (3)

"In the history of the Great Wilderness, such famines have occurred..."

"Our ancestors, throughout the generations, have always done it this way."

"As long as we endure, we will eventually get through it..."

"My people of the Barbaric Wilderness possess this resilience."

"Indeed... There’s no need to exhaust all resources, man and material, to build such a large-scale Holy Pattern..."

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Famine is a problem, but not the main issue right now.

To solve a problem that isn’t the main one, by expending everything, is something almost all tribal leaders present cannot understand.

Even though Mo Hua carries the banner of the Divine Lord and holds divine power and great authority, the impact of this matter is too great, and the crowd still holds a lot of objections and doubts.

Even those who have always trusted Mo Hua, like Dan Zhu, Lugu, Chi Feng, and relatively trusting figures like Chief Dan Lie, are somewhat perplexed.

But they know, the Witch Lord has her own reasoning in her actions.

Many words that seemed "impossible" have eventually come true.

Therefore, Dan Zhu and the others remained silent.

Seeing the crowd in heated debate, the voices of doubt unceasing, Mo Hua’s face remains calm, yet he lightly sighs in his heart.

The Barbaric Wilderness here is a ploy.

This ploy is brilliant because outsiders roughly know it’s a "dead end."

But those inside are completely unaware.

They think the famine is temporary and will dissipate, just like the many calamities that have occurred throughout Barbaric Wilderness history.

But they don’t know, this time is truly different.

This time, the famine will indeed claim the lives of all of them.

Within this ploy, they can’t see the real danger, only fixated on tribal slaughtering, power struggles, mutual plundering, playing the bloody and ruthless "war" game.

But they don’t realize, in their game, there is no winner.

No matter who ultimately wins, all will lose, all must die.

That is the fate of chess pieces.

That is the brutality of the chess game.

The wise see danger from the invisible, the intelligent perceive disaster before it is revealed.

Those who can’t understand the situation will all die.

And Mo Hua is also unwilling to explain much to them.

Some matters won’t be understood until it’s a calamity imminent, until death grips their throat.

Even if explained, they may not listen, and even if listened, they may not believe, and still less likely to immediately act against the disaster.

Therefore, only "commands" are needed.

In the name of God, with power, and with force, compel them to act.

Mo Hua stands at the highest position of the ancient council chamber, not tall in stature, but emanating a powerful and solemn aura, speaking in a deep and somber tone:

"This is the command of the Divine Lord..."

"Last night, the sky revealed anomalies, the stars dimmed, and in my dream, I heard the Divine Lord’s decree."

"The disaster will not stop, it will not dissipate."

"This time’s famine will continue spreading until it devours the entire Great Wilderness, darkness shall descend upon the land, and the bizarre shall walk among men."

"This is an unprecedented calamity, all shall die."

"The Divine Lord is merciful, has the virtue of cherishing life, cannot bear to see the creatures of the Great Wilderness perish, therefore bestows the Holy Pattern upon the earth, giving all beings a slim chance of survival."

"This is not a revelation of the future, but the reality about to unfold."

"From this day forth, all tribes that believe in the Divine Lord must heed His command, exert all efforts... to construct the Large Formation of the Holy Pattern."

Mo Hua’s gaze is icy cold, his expression dignified, exercising the inviolable divine power with his flesh.

"I am not soliciting opinions, but issuing you a command in the name of the Divine Lord..."