With the Famine Disaster spreading, chaos appeared everywhere, and people's hearts were as muddied as mire.
Even Mo Hua, having used Heavenly Calculation, could no longer quite see the situation clearly.
And the failure of the attempted enlightenment of the Shugu Tribe also left Mo Hua feeling somewhat dispirited.
Clearly, as long as they united as one and helped one another, they could have lived better lives; at the very least, in the face of disaster, they could have survived and not died of famine. But there would always be "clever people" driven by greed, making trouble from within and seizing private gain, until the atmosphere rotted, the situation collapsed step by step, and in the end, righteousness was cast aside, people's hearts were benighted, and everyone walked toward destruction together.
This perfectly answered that saying: those who deserved to die would die in the end.
People were like this, tribes were like this, and even every power in the world was probably the same—rising from decline to prosperity, turning from prosperity back to decline, and in the end, without exception, all walking toward destruction.
Mo Hua looked at the Shugu Tribe before him and sighed inwardly.
He and Danzhu had gone out to wage campaigns, eaten a few Barbarian Gods, and strengthened their own Divine Consciousness. From beginning to end, it had only been a few months.
Yet the territory of the Shugu Tribe under their rule had, without them realizing it, already "changed in nature."
Mo Hua wanted them to have "equality for all," with every Barbarian Cultivator holding equal status.
But there were still people who wanted to become Chieftain, began drawing forces to themselves, secretly usurped power, and wanted to rely on brute force to become "men above men," standing over their clansmen and satisfying their