It took Mo Hua a full month to weave the first *chugou* of fate-crafting, which was connected by cause and effect.

The Great Desolate *Chugou* Fate-Crafting, a technique from the Bone-Crafting Department, or even across the entire Great Desolate, was an exceptionally rare method of karmic transference.

Similarly, weaving a *chugou* required a continuous and massive expenditure of spiritual consciousness.

Every strand of grass woven into it demanded a significant amount of mental energy, meticulously embedding one’s life’s karma, strand by strand. Finally, with vital blood, it was branded into the equivalent twelve meridians. Only then could one weave a “chugou” straw figure capable of bearing one’s karma.

This entire process required immense patience and a substantial foundation of spiritual consciousness, and it took Mo Hua a whole month to complete.

After the *chugou* was woven, Mo Hua felt a resonance in his own destiny.

His karma now had a “substitute” that could be transferred.

Holding the *chugou* of fate-crafting, woven from humble Great Desolate wild grass, Mo Hua felt as if he had another “life” concerning the karmic secrets of heaven.

He profoundly sensed the immense power of karmic force.

And having cultivated the *Chugou* Fate-Crafting and learned the method of karmic transference, in a sense, he had truly attained extraordinary “mastery” over karma.

The game in the Desolate Lands could finally conclude…

A golden glint flashed in Mo Hua’s eyes.

In the thirteenth year of the New Great Desolate Calendar, the fifth year of Shenzhu, in mid-November, winter.

The war in the Wufeng Mountain Realm of the Great Shamans began to see changes.

The Hua family intensified its involvement in the war.

Under the command of the invincible Young Master Wujiu, the Wujiu Alliance engaged the Shenzhu army in hundreds of battles, launching all-out, multi-front offensives to block the Shenzhu forces’ advance.

Due to the previous rebellion, the Shenzhu army suffered internal attrition, its combat strength was damaged, and the situation was unfavorable.

Furthermore, Mo Hua, to concentrate on researching the *Chugou* Fate-Crafting, had for a time ignored everything, leaving Danzhu, Lugu, and others to control the battlefield, deploy troops, and contend with the Wujiu Alliance forces.

Danzhu was intelligent with a pure Dao heart; Lugu was brave and decisive in battle.

However, the personal combat power of Young Master Wujiu was simply too strong. Empowered by the Four Elephant Dragon Mark Array of the Great Desolate and protected by a black dragon, he was invincible.

This was an insurmountable chasm.

This was the grand aura of a descendant of dragon blood, the lord of the Desolate Lands, whom no one could oppose.

As a result, the front line was pushed back solely by Young Master Wujiu.

The Shenzhu forces fought defensively, retreating step by step, eventually being forced back to Wujiu Peak.

Wujiu Peak once again became the focal point of contention between the two sides.

The Shenzhu army and the Wujiu Alliance continually charged and fought on the peak, their blood spilling onto the Desolate Lands.

Both sides knew the mountain was of great significance and had to be fought for inch by inch.

If the Shenzhu army could hold Wujiu Peak, it would be equivalent to gripping the throat of the Wufeng Mountain Realm, blocking the gateway to a natural stronghold, allowing for both offense and defense.

They could still continue to advance into the mountain realm, threatening the Wujiu tribe’s main camp.

For the Shenzhu faction, as long as Wujiu Peak was held, there was still a high probability that this “divine war,” which determined the faith and overall situation of the Desolate Lands, could achieve ultimate victory.

For the Wujiu Alliance, if they captured Wujiu Peak, it would mean they would reclaim their “natural fortress.”

It would mean they would keep the “foreign enemy” at bay.

Subsequently, they too could advance or defend.

Whoever won this battle would profoundly influence the outcome of the final war.

This would also be the turning point of the entire divine war.

Therefore, both sides deployed almost all their main forces to contend for ownership of Wujiu Peak.

On Wujiu Peak, a fierce battle once again raged, staining the earth with blood.

However, last time, Mo Hua’s meticulous planning, pushing the deductions of heavenly secrets, intricate calculations, and the Three Talents karmic pattern of heaven, earth, and man to their limits, barely allowed them to capture Wujiu Peak.

This time, Mo Hua had been in long seclusion, without the slightest “instruction,” and the war instantly became extremely difficult.

The Wujiu Alliance held an absolute advantage.

The Shenzhu army could only desperately hold on, fighting to the death without retreating, to defend the faith of the Divine Lord and their loyalty to Lord Shenzhu.

But even so, the situation continued to worsen little by little.

Defensive lines were broken one after another.

The Shenzhu army retreated continuously under the onslaught of the Wujiu Alliance barbarians.

Lugu, Danlie, and other great chieftains, along with the generals of the main divisions, were no match for Young Master Wujiu.

Mo Hua’s slender figure stood on Wujiu Peak, like a god overlooking the mortal world, quietly watching all this, his expression calm, without any emotion.

He just watched as the situation gradually crumbled.

Watching the Shenzhu army retreat step by step.

Watching Young Master Wujiu, covered in dragon marks like a demonic lord on earth, leading his Wujiu generals, rampage through the battlefield as if entering an uninhabited land, invincible under his dragon fists.

Mo Hua merely watched silently.

It wasn’t until Young Master Wujiu also saw Mo Hua from afar that he stopped, his fierce eyes raised, locking firmly onto Mo Hua.

He had seen Mo Hua long ago.

From the start of the battle, he had pinpointed Mo Hua’s location.

He had fought for so long precisely to be able to reach Mo Hua’s side.

During the last battle of Wujiu Peak, he had failed to kill Mo Hua, but this time was different; he would absolutely not miss this opportunity again.

This so-called “Lord Shenzhu” had disappeared for several months.

Now, appearing on the battlefield, his body was even more gaunt, his face pale, his vital energy depleted, and his appearance haggard.

He looked very “weak.”

This was due to a mishap in his cultivation, which had caused a significant loss of vital essence.

He looked like a sickly ghost, on the verge of death.

“Indeed, after stirring up trouble for so long, acting like a ghost, his luck must have run out…”

On Young Master Wujiu’s imposing body, black dragons snarled and clawed, terrifyingly fierce.

He raised his arm to the sky, showcasing his invincible heroic stance to heaven and earth. As the dragon marks writhed, they exuded a breathtaking aura:

“Today, we shall execute Shenzhu, annihilate the Divine Lord, slay the Vermilion Bird, and slaughter all divine slaves!”

“In the Desolate Lands, only I, Wujiu, can be king!”

The Wujiu tribesmen were instantly in high spirits, extremely excited:

“Execute Shenzhu, annihilate the Divine Lord!”

“Slay the Vermilion Bird, slaughter the divine slaves!”

“Only I, Wujiu, shall be king of the Desolate Lands!”

The shouts, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami, swept across the Desolate Lands, shaking plants and trees, echoing through the mountains.

Young Master Wujiu, transforming into the shadow of a black dragon, charged directly at Mo Hua, aiming to personally kill this so-called “Lord Shenzhu,” and crush the source of unrest in the Desolate Lands.

The main generals of the Wujiu divisions activated their magical artifacts and surged with vital blood, following closely behind.

The rest of the Wujiu tribesmen were also greatly emboldened, following to kill.

Danzhu activated her Vermilion Bird Danling Fire Robe, clad in fiery streams, shining like a child of the Vermilion Bird, and said with a solemn voice, “Protect Sir!”

Lugu also drew his Demon-Slaying Bone Saber, his gaze icy:

“Protect Lord Shenzhu!”

The Shenzhu army, and even the various divine slave tribes, all showed pious expressions, shouting, “Protect Lord Shenzhu!”

“Swear loyalty to Lord Shenzhu!”

“Kill!”

“Kill!”

Like thunder meeting ground fire, the two sides instantly clashed.

In the melee, Young Master Wujiu also transformed into a half-dragon body, driving straight in, alone and unparalleled, directly aiming for Mo Hua’s head.

Under the dragon’s might, ordinary barbarian soldiers of the Shenzhu army and many divine slaves could not even get close.

Only barbarian generals above the Core Formation stage, and various great generals and chieftains, could briefly block him.

But that was all.

Having fought the divine war against the Wujiu tribe to this extent, Young Master Wujiu had been tempered by countless battles, his physical body invincible; they simply couldn’t stop him.

Danlie, Lugu, Great Chieftain Hongluan, Gaodu, and one general after another under Shenzhu, stood before Young Master Wujiu.

But one after another, they were defeated by Young Master Wujiu.

With each Core Formation stage enemy defeated, Young Master Wujiu got one step closer to Mo Hua.

His speed was not fast, but no one could stop him.

Finally, after numerous battles, Young Master Wujiu stood before Mo Hua, less than a hundred *zhang* away.

This was the closest he had ever been to Mo Hua.

Close enough to see Mo Hua’s fair complexion, pale skin, weak vital energy, and to feel the fierce breathing of the sacred beast tiger beside Mo Hua.

It was this Foundation Establishment realm cultivator, a mere Foundation Establishment, who had caused such a storm in the Desolate Lands.

Young Master Wujiu felt mockery and absurdity in his heart.

But today, everything would end…

Young Master Wujiu looked at Mo Hua, his voice cold, “Today, no one can save you anymore. You will die by my hand.”

“The era of Shenzhu is over…”

His body, like a powerful black dragon, advanced step by step towards Mo Hua, exhaling an aura that seemed to swallow heaven and earth.

The big tiger growled softly, its eyes filled with menace.

Lugu and Danzhu, among others, looked desperate, yet they were powerless to fight further.

No one was a match for Young Master Wujiu.

Mo Hua’s expression, however, remained calm, as if nothing externally could stir a ripple of emotion in him.

Despite his slender body and weak aura, he seemed to disregard everything.

At this moment, seeing Young Master Wujiu approaching, Mo Hua finally raised his eyes and glanced at him.

His eyes flashed with terrifying golden light.

Mo Hua slowly extended a finger, pointing at Young Master Wujiu, his tone cold and devoid of any emotion:

“I shall bestow divine punishment upon you on behalf of the Divine Lord.”

“You… are already dead.”

Young Master Wujiu was stunned, then looked at Mo Hua’s slender and weak finger, unable to help but burst into laughter.

But before his laughter ceased, in an instant, he saw a brilliant, surging sword light, like a golden river, erupt from Mo Hua’s eyes, like a god from the heavens striking down a sword upon the mortal world.

This was a forbidden sword strike.

It was a sword strike that Mo Hua had not used against anyone for a very, very long time.

It was the Grand Void God-Slaying Sword, emerging from his eyes, breaking through reality, transmitting from his sea of consciousness to the real world, a strike that pulverized external objects.

It was a sword strike capable of transcending all matter and obliterating the soul.

Young Master Wujiu’s physical body was invincible.

No one in the entire Desolate Lands could break his black dragon body.

But he did not cultivate spiritual consciousness, was overly power-hungry, ambitious, and wantonly murderous. His soul had only barely reached the middle Core Formation stage, which also reached Mo Hua’s threshold for killing.

The sword light of the Grand Void Spiritual Thought Transformed into Sword and Slaying God Art flashed across the void, reflecting its brilliant form in Young Master Wujiu’s eyes.

Young Master Wujiu had never seen this move before and was completely unprepared.

His physical body remained intact, but his soul was instantly obliterated by Mo Hua.

Once the soul perished, the Great Dao vanished.

It was all over in an instant.

Young Master Wujiu’s eyes dimmed, and he slowly knelt before Mo Hua, and died just like that.

Mo Hua personally killed a person, extinguished a life.

The death calamity instantly invaded his destiny, causing tremors of malevolent energy and the backlash of vengeful spirits, attempting to completely devour Mo Hua’s memories and humanity, making his death *sha* go out of control.

Mo Hua’s pupils instantly turned pitch black, the death *sha* spreading like fire.

But in just a moment, this death *sha* was guided by another karma into a *chugou* woven from wild grass in Mo Hua’s hand.

The *chugou* was engulfed by the pitch-black death *sha* fire, instantly turning to black ash.

Mo Hua could faintly feel that one of his “lives” had vanished, along with some karma, all annihilated and turned to dust.

This was karmic transference.

Mo Hua was the *chugou*.

The *chugou* was Mo Hua.

The death *sha* killing the *chugou* was equivalent to killing Mo Hua.

The “*chugou*” bore the backlash of the death *sha* for Mo Hua.

Therefore, for every *chugou* that died, Mo Hua could kill one person.

Having mastered the Great Desolate *Chugou* Fate-Crafting, karma could be transferred, and Mo Hua now had the means to counter his Senior Martial Uncle’s death *sha* predicament, allowing him to harbor murderous intent.

This also meant that his most ferocious and powerful technique: the Grand Void Spiritual Thought Transformed into Sword and Slaying God Art, could finally be “unsealed.”

And the first person he killed by sacrificing a *chugou* to bear karma’s disaster, using the Spiritual Thought Transformed into Sword Art, was Young Master Wujiu of the Desolate Lands.

The invincible Young Master Wujiu was directly killed by Mo Hua with a gentle finger-point.

The entire battlefield was filled with shock.

Whether it was the great chieftains, generals, and Core Formation barbarian generals of the Shenzhu faction, who had struggled and fought Young Master Wujiu for a long time, engaging in hundreds of battles, yet were still retreating step by step.

Or the main generals of the Wujiu tribe, and a host of allied chieftains, elders, and barbarian generals.

Even the barbarian soldiers fighting across the mountains.

In an instant, all were shocked into silence.

Their eyes saw the scene, but their minds still could not comprehend what they had seen.

It was only much later that an unbelievable terror spread through their hearts.

“Young Master… is dead?!”

“The Young Master, with a true dragon body, was… killed with a single finger by that Shenzhu?!”

“Shenzhu… bestowed divine punishment… and condemned the Young Master to death?!”

The morale of the Wujiu tribe’s army crumbled to ash in an instant.

Just like trees falling and leaves scattering, mountains crumbling and avalanches. All members of the Wujiu Alliance, whether late Core Formation stage chieftains and generals, or main, deputy, and barbarian generals from various tribes, whether elders or barbarian soldiers, whether barbarian cultivators or shamanic cultivators… at that moment, all were seized by fear, trembling all over, with only one thought in their minds:

That Shenzhu truly represented the Divine Lord and wielded divine punishment!

At the Foundation Establishment realm, with a single finger, he killed the invincible Core Formation stage Young Master Wujiu!

The Divine Lord’s power of divine punishment could truly disregard cultivation levels and directly obliterate all living beings.

The beings of the Desolate Lands experienced the terror of a “god” for the first time.

The Wujiu Alliance army’s Dao heart shattered, scattering like ants, trampling each other in their panicked flight, countless casualties.

And it wasn’t just the Wujiu Alliance; at this moment, watching Mo Hua, high above and cold-faced, erase Young Master Wujiu, who bore a dragon’s destiny, with a mere flick of his finger.

Even among the great chieftains and generals of the Shenzhu faction, a hint of fear inevitably arose in their hearts.

This was fear of a god.

Likewise, it was also fear of Mo Hua, this Lord Shenzhu.

And this fear also gave rise to some strange thoughts…

The Battle of Wujiu Peak was over.

According to the original situation, this battle should have been the beginning of the Wujiu Alliance’s counterattack, but due to Mo Hua’s intervention, it directly turned into a complete rout.

All hope was extinguished by Mo Hua with a single finger.

Young Master Wujiu died from the divine punishment bestowed by Shenzhu.

The Wujiu tribe completely lost its power to resist, and even its will to resist was utterly crushed into dust.

After this battle, the Desolate Lands were completely unified.

(End of Chapter)