Inside the Shaman's Secret Chamber, all was solemn and silent, smoke curling from the incense burner.
Mo Hua sat upright at the center. He had laid layer upon layer of Array Techniques across the surrounding walls and vast floor.
Like a spiderweb, dense and intricate, they protected him at the center, cutting off all prying eyes and schemes.
Outside the Secret Chamber, Lugu, Danzhu, Chi Feng, and the others—Golden Core cultivators Mo Hua currently trusted most in the Great Wilderness—led a group of Abyssal Bone Heavy Armor barbarian soldiers in a watertight defense.
Without Mo Hua's orders, no one was permitted to enter the Secret Chamber or disturb his secluded cultivation without authorization.
This was an absolute order.
Mo Hua's tone had been exceedingly stern. He had even invoked the title of "God Lord" to intimidate petty schemers.
Because this "meal" was truly different.
It was the key to whether he could advance to the Golden Core realm, and whether he could take another step forward on the path of Divine Thought.
Mo Hua closed his eyes and meditated.
Inside the Secret Chamber, silence lay heavy as death.
Yet within his Sea of Consciousness, Mo Hua had already begun to feast heartily.
The Wujiu Great God was an ancient Wilderness deity. Though his combat strength did not seem particularly formidable, the scale of his Divine Path was considerable.
What was more, Chi's divine abilities were not actually weak. Mo Hua was simply blessed by the heavens and equipped with methods far too powerful.
At that moment, a pure Molten Fire Array sizzled across the ground.
Mo Hua sat cross-legged on the floor, holding a tiny golden sword formed from Divine Thought. Bit by bit, he carved strips from the Wujiu Great God's pitch-black Thought Power and placed them over the