Everyone present felt the majesty and pressure of the "God Lord" from Mo Hua. One after another, they bowed and saluted.
"By the God Lord's name."
"By Shaman's command."
They had always occupied high positions, yet now they all lowered their heads before Mo Hua. Though they were deeply calculating and showed nothing on their faces, the turmoil in their hearts could not be faked. Doubt, skepticism, cold laughter, worry, and resentment still mingled within them.
Some were clearly unconvinced, believing that Mo Hua was abusing his Authority and making a mountain out of a molehill, that ruin would come sooner or later.
The upper ranks of the Great Wilderness were accustomed to scheming against one another. Their desires ran deep while their understanding of Celestial Pivot was shallow; their faith could never be steadfast.
Mo Hua saw every one of these emotions, but said nothing.
Yet under Mo Hua's Divine Authority, the Thick Earth Grand Array continued to be implemented with meticulous precision.
The people of the Great Wilderness truly did not understand why they had to exhaust their supplies to carve so many Sacred Patterns.
The Famine Disaster's spread had clearly stopped. Why still spend so much effort?
But the God Lord's decree was an iron law.
And the orders of Mo Hua, this Shaman, were everything.
Out of faith, and out of trust in Mo Hua, the lower and middle ranks of Great Wilderness Barbarian Cultivators soon cast aside their doubts and devoted themselves wholeheartedly to the construction of the Thick Earth Grand Array.
For a time, the entire Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm surged with people like a sea, orderly in dispatch and bustling with clamor.
It was clearly a year of disaster, with livelihoods in ruins, yet with countless people united as one, there was a