Facing peril at the call of duty, sacrificing one's life without fear of death, rooting out fallen evil, with one's heart turned toward the divine.
If that was not a Shaman, then what was?
At that moment, the Golden Core elders and Golden Core Barbarian Generals of the Danque Tribe, along with the hundred elite barbarian soldiers present, all had the same thought: Mr. Wu might truly be a Shaman. Otherwise, how could he possess such fearless courage and such devout willingness to sacrifice himself?
Danzhu, however, did not care so much about the title of "Shaman." He was sincerely concerned for Mo Hua's safety.
The Stone Hall before them was a "fierce ground" from which even Golden Core Cultivators never returned, dying miserable deaths with not even flesh and blood left behind.
Danzhu advised in a low voice, "Mr. Wu, there is no need for you to risk your life..."
But Mo Hua shook his head. "My mind is made up."
Danzhu still wished to persuade him.
Yet Mo Hua wore a compassionate expression. "The tribesmen of the Danque Tribe are trapped within the Stone Hall. The God Lord, in His mercy, has commanded me to save them. This is the God Lord's will, and it is also my mission."
Danzhu was deeply moved.
The other elders and barbarian soldiers of the Danque Tribe were likewise profoundly won over by Mo Hua's compassion and bearing.
"But your cultivation... is only at Foundation Establishment..." Danzhu was still uneasy.
Hearing this, Mo Hua slowly said:
"I have already said that I am the God Lord's Shaman. All my great power comes from the God Lord's grace."
"As long as one's faith is devout, one may wield divine power that reaches the heavens. Whether one's cultivation is Foundation Establishment or Golden Core