After this, the decisive battle between the Zhuqueshan Tribal Alliance and the Wujiu Tribe’s army officially began.

Danlie, the Great Chieftain of the Danque Tribe and the Grand Alliance Leader, coordinated the war effort, deploying the various tribal warriors across the vast wilderness. They engaged the Wujiu Tribe in countless battles, both large and small.

Innumerable slaughters, like bloody lotuses, continuously bloomed and withered across the land.

This was not something Mohua wanted to see.

War brought casualties, and the spreading aura of blood permeated the sky, making the death qi throughout the Great Wilderness even thicker.

Mohua could see a massive “Omen of Death” forming, and his worries deepened, but he had no good solutions.

For Danzhu’s affairs, he, as her “teacher,” could offer guidance.

For the Shugu Tribe’s matters, he, as their “Wuzhu,” could make decisions.

But the current war involved the entire Sanpin mountain realm, implicicating multiple large wilderness tribes, and two true Jin Dan late-stage Wangting Wuzhu were involved.

These were things he could not lead or even influence with his current strength.

He could only act as a “tool” and fuel the war.

The overall strategic picture was managed by the Grand Alliance Leader and the great chieftains.

Matters at the divine Wuzhu level were handled by the true Wuzhu, Yan Zhu and Qing Zhu.

Mohua, this “fake” Wuzhu, had no right to interfere.

Of course, a more important reason was that Yan Zhu and Qing Zhu wouldn’t involve him.

However, Mohua was not idle; what he could do was his old forte: array formations.

Even in Qianxuezhoujie, a realm with ancient inheritances and countless prodigies, his array formations could dominate three generations, suppress four sects, and stand unrivaled among the eight gates and twelve streams, leaving the hundred schools of Qianxue far behind.

In a remote and backward place like the wilderness, it was even more self-evident.

He could draw with his eyes closed and still be far better than others.

However, he needed to attribute it to “divine blessings,” change some array formats, and integrate variations of wilderness sacred patterns to conceal the origins of his array formations, preventing anyone from discovering his Kyushu lineage.

This seemed complicated, but it was not difficult for Mohua.

When it came to manipulating and creating deception in array formations, at least in formations below Sanpin, Mohua was absolutely a masterful “Grandmaster.”

When he secretly manipulated the Huangtian Blood Sacrifice Array, even someone as cunning as Teacher Tu didn’t notice, let alone these rough and unsophisticated wilderness cultivators.

Yan Zhu and Qing Zhu indeed had some “sacred pattern” attainments, but their foundation was far inferior to Mohua’s.

Therefore, Mohua naturally became the “Chief Array Master” in this confrontation with the Wujiu Tribe, overseeing the construction of various array formations.

Superficially, no one acknowledged this title, but given Mohua’s “divinely blessed” array formation skills, everyone was left speechless.

Any difficulty with array formations, no matter how tricky or unsolvable, Mohua only needed to say, “I’ll ask the Divine Master,” then return to his room to “pray,” and a solution would emerge.

After that, any array formation problem could be readily resolved.

Others simply couldn’t understand.

Even Yan Zhu and Qing Zhu, watching Mohua draw those complex sacred patterns with the ease of eating and drinking, said nothing outwardly, but were deeply shaken internally.

The strength of cultivation is the foundation of everything.

When one’s strength is truly strong, impossibly strong, no one dares to challenge their position.

Everyone might not say it, but they knew it in their hearts.

In a sense, Mohua drawing array formations was also helping the various tribes, the great chieftains, and their two Wangting Wuzhu.

He not only put in hard work but also made significant contributions.

Therefore, everyone allowed Mohua to proceed.

Within just a month, Mohua secretly, yet effectively, gained control over the design and construction rights of all array formations for the local alliance in the Zhuqueshan tribal war.

This power was crucial, and it wasn’t that no one wanted to compete with him, but very few could even understand the array formations Mohua constructed, and these people had self-awareness.

Moreover, amidst the chaotic and complex war, these tribes had more important matters to consider.

As long as the array formations met their expectations, they wouldn’t inquire too much.

Thus, as the war progressed, Mohua’s array construction gradually improved.

Mohua also diligently acted as an array “tool,” steadily establishing a winning advantage for the tribal alliance and advancing the situation.

On this day, after constructing an array, Mohua looked down at a group of Wuxiu drawing array formations like “ants,” silently calculating.

The array formation inheritance of the Great Wilderness was not profound.

Especially in the lowest-tier small tribes, if someone could draw a few strokes of “sacred patterns,” it was considered remarkable.

It was even inferior to the rogue cultivators in Tongxian City.

But the Danque Tribe, Yan Yi Tribe, and Bifang Tribe were different.

Their tribes indeed nurtured a group of Wuxiu with considerable attainments in array formations.

These people could understand the array design diagrams Mohua gave them and could construct array formations according to Mohua’s intentions.

Objectively speaking, they were indeed considered “experts.”

Initially, some Wuxiu expressed their defiance towards Mohua, but after Mohua personally demonstrated by drawing several array formations in front of them, they fell silent.

One drawing, and they were speechless.

Words can deceive, but array formations cannot.

In the eyes of Wuxiu who also sought the profound meaning of array formations, the formations themselves were the most convincing things.

Therefore, Mohua also earned the “respect” and “admiration” of these Wuxiu.

Regardless of their tribe, anyone who had seen Mohua draw array formations would respectfully call him “Wu Xiansheng.”

They revered Mohua not as a Wuzhu, but as an Array Master.

Mohua also constantly observed, looking for suitable “talents” he planned to recruit later for his own use.

If not for the tribal war and the alliance against the Wujiu Tribe, he would never have had the chance to interact with so many Wuxiu from various tribes at once.

Nor would he have been able to gather these Wuxiu from different backgrounds under the guise of an “alliance” to work for him.

Nor could he have made them gradually trust him through subtle influence.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Mohua would not let it pass.

His future plans would undoubtedly involve large-scale array formations.

And large-scale array formations would require many Array Masters to collaborate.

These needed to be planned early.

To achieve great things, one must unite all possible forces.

No matter which tribe or what deity they worshipped, any Wuxiu, given the opportunity, could be drawn into his service.

These were all talents, and a powerful workforce.

On the high platform, Mohua looked down, silently memorizing all the Wuxiu drawing array formations.

As he watched, Mohua’s expression suddenly changed slightly, and he straightened up, looking behind him.

Behind him, at some unknown moment, stood a person, tall and imposing, with fiery patterns on his body, radiating an extraordinary aura.

It was Yan Zhu.

Seeing Mohua turn his head, Yan Zhu was a little surprised, “You actually noticed me?”

Mohua’s gaze narrowed slightly, but he didn’t speak.

An ordinary stranger, even a Jin Dan late-stage cultivator, could not approach within ten zhang of him without him noticing.

For a Jin Dan cultivator, a distance of ten zhang was already very dangerous.

Yet, this Yan Zhu had unknowingly walked to within three zhang behind him, indicating that he not only had profound spiritual sense but also possessed excellent skills in divine consciousness.

Of course, there was another possibility: he had no “malice.”

Due to his unusual fate, Mohua was sensitive to the aura of “life” and even more acutely perceived malice, especially “killing intent.”

That Yan Zhu could walk behind him meant he held no “killing intent.”

Mohua silently watched Yan Zhu.

Yan Zhu was slightly astonished but quickly composed himself, his gaze solemn as he asked, “Who taught you the sacred patterns?”

Mohua replied seriously, “The Divine Master bestowed them upon me.”

Yan Zhu frowned, “Your—Divine Master, gave you so many divine blessings?”

Mohua nodded.

If I bestow them upon myself, how could there not be many?

Yan Zhu looked around and said to Mohua, “It’s secluded here, no one else is around. Tell me the truth, are you—really a Wuzhu?”

Mohua nodded and said, “Of course.”

Yan Zhu’s gaze sharpened, “You’ve never been to the Wangting, never received an inheritance. How can you be so certain that you are a Wuzhu?”

Mohua said, “Didn’t I tell you? The Divine Master appeared to me in a dream, and he told me I am a Wuzhu.”

Mohua’s expression was too open, his tone too certain.

Yan Zhu paused, thinking to himself:

Could this kid not have been making things up before?

Was everything he said true?

Yan Zhu looked into Mohua’s eyes again and found an indescribable clarity in them.

From his hundreds of years of experience as a Wuzhu, these indeed did not look like eyes that could lie.

Coupled with the fact that at the alliance meeting, this kid, appearing ignorant, was able to block his Jin Dan late-stage divine consciousness killing move.

Yan Zhu had extensive knowledge of divine ways and quickly found an answer in his heart:

A “Divine Favored”!

Moreover, a wild “Divine Favored.”

And the extent of divine favor was quite deep.

Presumably, this kid, by sheer coincidence, encountered some great fortune and was noticed by a “Deity” wandering between heaven and earth, thus becoming a “kinsman” of the Deity and receiving immense blessings.

This Deity was not an orthodox deity and had few followers, so the blessings bestowed upon one person would be extremely profound.

It would not be an exaggeration to say “all wishes granted.”

In the ancient texts of the Great Wilderness Wangting, there were indeed records of such wild “Divine Favored.”

And Deities would not only give them “omens” and bestow “inheritances” but also protect them from disasters and safeguard their divine consciousness.

In this way, it was normal that his Jin Dan late-stage fire divine power could not harm Mohua’s sea of consciousness.

After all, Wuzhu were also mortals and could not contend with Deities.

Yan Zhu looked at Mohua again, a flicker of jealousy in his heart:

A wild Divine Favored—a kid with incredibly heaven-defying luck.

Then, without showing it, his jealousy turned to joy. He had actually encountered such a lucky kid!

Yan Zhu’s face showed a hint of seriousness as he asked, “Then—do you intend to continue like this?”

Mohua looked a little confused, “What do you mean?”

Yan Zhu said, “Your status is not legitimate. Although it is indeed possible that you have received divine blessings, you are ultimately not recognized by the Wangting. Without a formal ‘Wuzhu’ identity and a ‘Zhumin,’ no matter how great your future achievements, they will not be brought to the forefront. Are you—willing to accept this?”

Mohua feigned indifference, “What’s there to—be unwilling about—”

Yan Zhu silently watched him without speaking.

Mohua’s inner wavering could not escape him.

Sure enough, after a moment, Mohua couldn’t help but ask, “What is a Wuzhu identity—and a Zhumin—”

Yan Zhu smiled slightly, a hint of arrogance on his face, and said:

“A Wuzhu is a supreme identity bestowed by the Wangting, one who serves the deities, different from mortals, and incredibly noble.”

“And the Divine Master is the sole ancient god of the Great Wilderness.”

“However, the Great Wilderness Divine Master has long been dormant. When one whale falls, myriad gods are born; now the land of the Great Wilderness is a situation where many gods divide territories.”

“Different realms, different tribes, all have their own worshipped deities.”

“But these deities are all ‘gods.'”

“The true great gods either protect the Wangting or are enshrined in ancient tribes like the Wujiu Tribe. Only some backward and ignorant tribes, not knowing the truth, still worship a ‘Divine Master.'”

“This is the true state of the Great Wilderness divine path today.”

“And, you must remember—” Yan Zhu looked at Mohua and warned, “The deity you worship is likely just a ‘minor god,’ not a ‘great god,’ and certainly cannot be called ‘Divine Master.’ In the rules of the Wangting Wuzhu, no current god can call themselves ‘Divine Master.’ Otherwise, it is either ‘deceiving the masses’ or ‘heretical evil god,’ and will be subject to ‘divine punishment.'”

Yan Zhu originally intended to give Mohua “divine punishment.”

It was only when he found he “couldn’t punish” that he changed his attitude.

Mohua nodded.

Yan Zhu’s words differed somewhat from the information he had previously gathered about the wilderness deities.

However, Yan Zhu was a Wuzhu from the Wangting, so his words might be the closest to the “truth.”

Of course, only “closest”—

Although Wuzhu called themselves servants of deities, ultimately, they were just human.

They couldn’t even see “gods,” so how could they truly know any “truth”—

“Then what is the Zhumin you mentioned?” Mohua asked again.

Yan Zhu said solemnly:

“Wuzhu who serve the deities sever their mortal origins and originally have no names. Only by single-mindedly serving the deities, having deep faith, and achieving outstanding merits can they gradually advance. If promoted to a Shang Wu, they can obtain their own ‘Zhumin.'”

“This Zhumin is bestowed by the deity and contains the ‘Dao’ from which the deity was born.”

The “Dao” from which the deity was born—

Mohua’s heart suddenly skipped a beat, as if he had thought of something, and he looked at Yan Zhu:

“Your title is ‘Yan Zhu,’ so the deity you worship was born from the ‘Dao’ of fire?”

Yan Zhu was somewhat displeased by Mohua’s disrespectful tone but said nothing, only nodded: “That’s right.”

Mohua frowned, lost in thought.

Deities are born from the Dao.

This was what Huang Shanjun had told him before.

And now, according to these Wuzhu, the Great Wilderness Divine Master is dormant, and the different deities in the Great Wilderness today also embody different “Dao.” Could these Dao be—”laws”?

Dao, deities, laws, divine consciousness, array formations—ordinary cultivators cultivating the Dao often exclude “divine sense.”

But now, Mohua vaguely felt that this matter was not as simple as it seemed. The power of “divine consciousness” is invisible, intangible, and cannot be cultivated.

Therefore, most cultivators “ignore” it, and “see but do not know” it.

But divine sense contains infinite mysteries, and the waters run terribly deep.

The traditional cultivation inheritance of Kyushu directly “castrated” the Dao lineage of divine sense.

Ordinary cultivators, from childhood, practiced within this established cultivation inheritance, constantly being indoctrinated with this rigid cultivation education. Their “cultivation view” solidified step by step, and naturally, they accepted the concept of “de-spiritualized” inheritance, almost forever unable to glimpse the mysteries of the divine sense level—

But the inheritance of the Great Wilderness is independent of the Daoting.

Although it submitted for a period, it was not completely “tamed” by the “Daoting” cultivation system.

The wilderness, which was considered “barbaric,” still retained a certain degree of “faith” internally.

Although they themselves did not realize it, they were indeed trying to approach and understand the power of the “divine sense” level.

From the clues gathered in the Great Wilderness so far, the power of divine sense might be closely related to deities, Dao, and laws.

“Divine sense” has never been separate from the complete “cultivation” system.

In fact, divine sense might be the part of the cultivation system most closely related to “laws” and “Dao.”

But the orthodox inheritance of Kyushu today forcefully “castrated” divine sense—

Mohua’s pupils trembled slightly, his mind racing with thoughts.