Chapter 1293: Divine Punishment!

Chapter 1292: Divine Punishment!

The first Fate-Technique straw-dog linked by causality had taken Mo Hua a full month to weave.

The Great Wilderness Straw-Dog Fate Technique was an extremely rare method of causality transfer, not just within the Shugu Tribe, but across the entire Great Wilderness.

Similarly, weaving a straw-dog required a continuous, massive expenditure of Divine-Sense.

Every strand of grass threaded in consumed immense amounts of Divine-Sense. Strand by strand, Mo Hua wove the causality of his own life into it, finally imprinting it with essence blood onto the corresponding twelve meridians. Only in this way could he craft a straw-dog capable of bearing his karma in his stead.

This entire process demanded immense patience and a deep reserve of divine-sense. It had consumed Mo Hua an entire month.

When the straw-dog was finally completed, Mo Hua could feel his own life thread resonating.

His own causality now had a “substitute” that could bear it.

Holding the Fate-technique straw-dog he had woven from the humble grasses of the Great Wilderness, Mo Hua felt as if he had gained another “life” within the machinery of heaven’s karmic order.

He deeply sensed the overwhelming power of causality.

Having cultivated the straw-dog fate technique and learned the art of transferring causality, in a certain sense he had truly risen above the ordinary bounds of causality, achieving a small but extraordinary mastery.

At last, the Great Wilderness chessboard could be concluded…

A glint of golden sharpness flashed in Mo Hua’s eyes.

…

In the 13th year of the Great Wilderness New Calendar, the 5th year of the Divine-Shaman Era, mid-November, winter.

The war in the Wu-Feng Mountain Realm began to show signs of change.

The Huà Clan increased their investment in the conflict.

Under the command of the invincible Wujiao Young Chieftain, the Wujiao Alliance launched hundreds, even thousands, of clashes against the Divine-Shaman army, carrying out multi-pronged, full-scale operations to halt the Divine-Shaman forces’ advance.

Due to the previous rebellion, internal friction in the Divine-Shaman army had weakened their combat effectiveness, putting them at a disadvantage.

Adding to this, Mo Hua had been entirely focused on studying the straw-dog Fate Technique, leaving everything else unattended. Command had been left to Dan-Zhu, Lu-Gu, and others, who coordinated the battlefield, moving troops and engaging the Wujiao forces.

Dan-Zhu was intelligent, with a sincere Dao heart; Lu-Gu was brave, decisive, and ruthless.

Yet the personal combat strength of the Wujiao Young Chieftain was simply too great. With the support of the Four Symbols Dragon Formation and black dragon protection, he was invincible.

It was a chasm impossible to cross.

A bearer of the Dragon Mark, the lord of the Great Wilderness, he was unmatched.

Thus, the front lines were forcibly pushed back by the Wujiao Young Chieftain alone.

The Divine-Shaman forces had to fight defensively, retreating step by step, ultimately being forced back to Wujiao Peak.

Once again, Wujiao Peak became the focal point of both sides’ struggle.

The Divine-Shaman army and the Wujiao forces clashed repeatedly atop the peak, spilling blood across the wilderness.

Both sides knew the mountain’s significance; every inch was vital.

If the Divine-Shaman army could hold Wujiao Peak, it would be like choking the Wu-Feng Mountain Realm at its throat, blocking the gateway of the natural fortress, able to attack or defend at will.

They could continue advancing within the mountain realm, threatening the Wujiao Tribe’s main base.

For the Divine-Shaman camp, holding Wujiao Peak meant the “Divine War” that would decide the Great Wilderness’ faith and tribal future still had a high probability of ultimate victory.

For the Wujiao Alliance, taking the peak meant reclaiming their “natural fortress,” keeping “external enemies” at bay, able to attack or defend at will.

Whichever side won, it would profoundly impact the outcome of the war.

Both sides had thus mobilized nearly all their main forces to contest Wujiao Peak.

Once again, the peak became a site of deadly combat, blood staining the land.

Last time, Mo Hua’s meticulous planning—pushing the Heavenly Secret Derivative Algorithm, Heavenly Secret Deceptive Algorithm, and the Three-Cause Pattern of Heaven, Earth, and Man to the extreme—had barely allowed them to take the peak.

This time, Mo Hua had been in long-term seclusion and offered not the slightest “guidance,” making the battle extremely difficult.

The Wujiao Alliance held the absolute upper hand.

The Divine-Shaman army could only fight desperately, defending the faith of the Divine-Lord and loyalty to the Divine-Shaman, refusing to retreat.

Yet even so, the situation continued to deteriorate.

One line after another of defenses fell.

Under the ambushes of Wujiao wild troops, the Divine-Shaman army kept retreating.

Lu-Gu, Dan-Lie, and other great chieftains, as well as generals from the main divisions, were no match for the Wujiao Young Chieftain.

Mo Hua’s slender frame stood atop Wujiao Peak like a god overlooking the mortal realm, watching silently with calm, emotionless eyes.

He watched as the situation slowly collapsed.

He watched the Divine-Shaman army retreat step by step.

He watched the Wujiao Young Chieftain, covered in dragon patterns, like a demon lord of the mortal world, leading his generals across the battlefield as though there were no one to stop him, his dragon fists invincible.

Mo Hua simply watched.

Until the Wujiao Young Chieftain finally spotted him from afar, he halted, lifting his fierce gaze to lock onto Mo Hua.

He had seen Mo Hua from the very beginning.

From the start of the battle, he had fixed Mo Hua’s position.

All his fighting until now had been to reach Mo Hua’s side.

Last time at Wujiao Peak, he had failed to kill Mo Hua. But this time was different; he would not miss the chance.

This so-called “Divine-Shaman” had been absent from the battlefield for months.

Now he appeared, his body increasingly emaciated, face pale, blood energy depleted, and features showing exhaustion.

He looked utterly “weak.”

This was the result of mishaps in cultivation, consuming immense effort and vitality.

He appeared as a frail, almost “dying” figure.

“Sure enough, after pretending to be a god and stirring up trouble for so long, his fate is finally running out…”

Upon the towering body of the Wujiao Young Chieftain, the black dragon bared its fangs, ferocious and terrifying.

He raised his arms to the heavens, displaying an invincible presence, the dragon patterns writhing with a staggering aura:

“Today, we shall execute the Divine-Shaman, annihilate the Divine-Lord, slay the Vermilion Bird Mountain realm tribes, and slaughter all Divine-Slaves!”

“On the Great Wilderness Barbarian lands, only we, the Wujiao, may claim kingship!”

The Wujiao forces roared in unison, hearts alight with excitement:

“Execute the Divine-Shaman, annihilate the Divine-Lord!”

“Slay the Vermilion Bird, slaughter the Divine-Slaves!”

“Only we, Wujiao, shall rule the Wilderness!”

Their shouts crashed like an avalanche or tidal wave across the Wilderness, shaking the vegetation and echoing through the mountains.

The Wujiao Young Chieftain, his body transformed into the shadow of a black dragon, charged straight at Mo Hua, intending to personally strike down this so-called “Divine-Shaman” and crush the root of chaos in the Wilderness.

The Wujiao generals followed, activating their treasures and surging their blood energy to keep up.

The rest of the Wujiao forces, invigorated, pressed the attack as well.

Dan-Zhu activated his Vermilion Bird Fire-Feather Robe, cloaked in flowing flames, looking like a child of the Vermilion Bird, his voice heavy: “Protect the Master!”

Lu-Gu drew his Demon-Slaying Bone Blade, eyes icy:

“Protect the Divine-Shaman!”

Even the Divine-Shaman army, along with the various Divine-Slave divisions, faces reverent, shouted in unison:

“Protect the Divine-Shaman!”

“Swear allegiance to the Divine-Shaman!”

“Kill!”

“Kill!”

Like thunder striking fire, both sides clashed instantly.

Amid the chaos, the Wujiao Young Chieftain, now half-dragon, surged forward, leaving all behind, aiming directly for Mo Hua’s head.

Under the dragon’s might, ordinary Divine-Shaman soldiers and many Divine-Slaves could not get close.

Only barbarian generals at Golden Core level or higher, and the senior commanders and chiefs, could slow him for a moment.

But that was all.

After countless battles with the Wujiao forces, the Young Chieftain, tempered by blood and iron, was invincible in body—no one could stop him.

Dan-Lie, Lu-Gu, Chief Red-Luan, Gao-Du, and one after another of the Divine-Shaman generals stood before him.

Yet one by one, they were defeated.

Each time he overcame a Golden Core opponent, he drew closer to Mo Hua.

His speed was not extraordinary, but no one could stand in his way.

Finally, after countless battles, the Wujiao Young Chieftain 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 face, pale skin, and feeble vitality, and to feel the murderous breath of the sacred beast tiger beside him.

Just this Foundation Establishment cultivator had stirred such a storm in the Great Wilderness.

The Wujiao Young Chieftain felt mockery and absurdity at this.

But today, everything would end…

He looked at Mo Hua, voice cold: “Today, no one can save you. You will die by my hand.”

“The era of the Divine-Shaman ends…”

His body, like a powerful black dragon, exuded a world-devouring aura as he stepped closer to Mo Hua.

The Big Tiger growled dangerously, eyes fierce.

Lu-Gu, Dan-Zhu, and the others looked desperate, yet powerless to fight further.

No one could match the Wujiao Young Chieftain.

Mo Hua’s expression remained calm, as if nothing outside could stir even a flicker of emotion.

Though his body was frail and aura weak, he seemed to disregard everything.

Seeing the Wujiao Young Chieftain approaching, Mo Hua finally raised his gaze.

His eyes gleamed with a terrifying golden light.

Mo Hua slowly extended a finger toward the Wujiao Young Chieftain, his tone detached, devoid of any emotion:

“I will act in place of the Divine-Lord and deliver divine punishment upon you.”

“You… are already dead.”

The Wujiao Young Chieftain paused, looking at Mo Hua’s slender, weak finger, and couldn’t help but laugh.

But in that instant, Mo Hua’s eyes suddenly burst forth with brilliant, golden, river-like sword light, magnificent and overwhelming, like a god in the heavens striking down to the mortal world.

It was a forbidden sword strike.

A strike Mo Hua had not used on anyone for a very long time.

The Great-Void God-Slaying Sword, cast through astral projection, shattering illusion and reality, transmitted from the Sea of Consciousness to the physical world, crushing all external objects.

A sword capable of bypassing all matter and annihilating the soul.

The Wujiao Young Chieftain’s body was invincible.

Across the Wilderness, no one could break his black dragon form.

But his divine sense was shallow; he did not cultivate it, his desire for power and ambition excessive, and he killed indiscriminately. His soul barely reached mid-Golden Core level—enough to meet Mo Hua’s execution threshold.

The sword light of the Great-Void God-Slaying Sword flashed from the void, reflecting its brilliance in the Wujiao Young Chieftain’s eyes.

He had never seen this move and was utterly unprepared.

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

With the soul dead, the Dao dissolved.

It happened in a single instant.

The Wujiao Young Chieftain’s gaze dimmed; he slowly knelt before Mo Hua and died there.

Mo Hua personally killed a man, erasing a life.

The death calamity immediately invaded his fate, causing a backlash of malevolent energy, an onslaught from vengeful spirits, aiming to completely devour Mo Hua’s memories and humanity, to throw his fate into chaos.

Mo Hua’s pupils went pitch black, death energy spreading like fire.

But in just a moment, this death energy was drawn into a straw-dog in Mo Hua’s hand through another thread of causality.

The straw-dog was consumed by the black death flames and instantly reduced to ash.

Mo Hua faintly felt that a portion of his “fate” was gone, along with some causality, all obliterated into dust.

This is causality transference.

Mo Hua was the straw-dog.

The straw-dog was Mo Hua.

Killing the straw-dog with death energy was equivalent to killing Mo Hua.

The “straw-dog” bore the backlash of the death energy in Mo Hua’s place.

Thus, killing one straw-dog allowed Mo Hua to kill one person.

With mastery of the Wilderness Straw-Dog Fate Technique, causality could be transferred, giving Mo Hua a means to counter the Fate-Bane calamity curse of his Martial uncle, and to wield lethal intent.

This also meant that his most fearsome technique—the Great-Void God-Slaying Sword of Divine-Sense—could finally be “unsealed.”

By using the straw-dog to absorb Fate-bane, transferring disaster through causality, the first person he killed with the Divine-Sense sword technique was the Wujiao Young Chieftain.

The invincible Wujiao Young Chieftain was killed with a mere finger from Mo Hua.

The entire battlefield froze in shock.

Whether it was the Divine-Shaman forces, who had fought the Wujiao Young Chieftain bitterly yet were continually defeated, the chiefs, generals, or Golden Core-level barbarian generals…

Or the Wujiao senior generals, allied chiefs, elders, and barbarian soldiers…

Even the scattered forces clashing across the mountains…

In that instant, all were struck dumb with terror.

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

Only after a long moment did the unbelievable fear spread through their hearts.

“The Young Chieftain… is dead?!”

“The Young Chieftain with the true dragon body… was killed by that Divine-Shaman… with just a finger?!”

“The Divine-Shaman… delivered divine punishment… and slew the Young Chieftain?!”

The morale of the Wujiao forces crumbled instantly.

Like a tree falling, scattering its branches, like a mountain shattering, an avalanche descending. Every Wujiao ally, from late-stage Golden Core chiefs and generals to regular and auxiliary commanders, elders, and soldiers, whether barbarian body cultivators or Witch cultivators… in that moment, all were seized by fear, trembling, with only one thought:

Run!

That Divine-Shaman truly represented the Divine-Lord, commanding divine punishment!

With the level of a Foundation Establishment cultivator’s power, he killed the invincible Golden Core Wujiao Young Chieftain with a single finger!

The power of the Divine-Lord’s punishment could indeed ignore cultivation entirely, directly erasing all life.

For the first time, the beings of the Wilderness truly felt the terror of a “god.”

The Wujiao allied forces shattered like ants before a storm, fleeing in chaos, trampling one another, with countless casualties.

And it wasn’t just the Wujiao allies—those observing Mo Hua standing high above, expression cold, erasing the dragon-blooded Young Lord with a mere finger, also felt a chill of fear.

The chieftains and generals within the Divine-Shaman faction could not help but feel a trace of fear in their hearts.

Fear of a god.

And equally, fear of this Divine-Shaman, Mo Hua.

And from that fear, some unusual thoughts began to grow…

…

The battle of Wujiao Peak had ended.

According to the original situation, this battle should have marked the beginning of the Wujiao allied counterattack. Instead, because of Mo Hua’s intervention, it turned into total collapse.

All hope was wiped out by a single gesture of Mo Hua.

The Wujiao Young Chieftain died under the divine punishment bestowed by the Divine-Shaman.

The Wujiao clan had completely lost the power to resist, their very will to fight ground into dust.

After this battle, the Great Wilderness was completely unified.