Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2894: Chapter 156: Descent of the "God" (Part 3)

Even the Young Master of Witch Vulture, bearing the Dragon Pattern and holding his head high with pride, was awestruck by the greatness of the deity, kneeling on the ground to pay respects to the ancestral deity of the Wujiu Tribe.

And it wasn’t just the Wujiu Tribe; some of the barbarian cultivators from the tribes of Vermilion Bird Mountain also began to show fear and knelt on the ground.

The Witch Vulture God was not their belief.

But seeing the powerful divine aura before their eyes, they couldn’t help but kneel.

A deity must not be offended.

A deity requires faith.

Once someone leads, more and more people from Vermilion Bird Mountain knelt on the ground, worshiping the Wujiu Great God.

Only a few late Golden Core Stage Great Chiefs and the Chief Elder, as well as those like Dan Zhu, who were influenced by Mo Hua and had a firm will, could grit their teeth and resist the divine pressure without succumbing to their inner fear.

But in the end, such individuals were in the minority.

More and more people knelt down, like a collapsing dark cloud, casting oppressive shadows everywhere.

The entirety of Vermilion Bird Mountain, all living beings bowed in submission.

And above the Divine Altar, sensing the creatures’ "faith," the newly descended Wujiu Great God also opened its eyes.

In its eyes was an utmost majesty and an indifference to life and death.

All around it, distorted reality due to divine power, it had entered the Dream Realm.

Atop the Divine Altar was the true domain of the deity.

And what manifested within the Dream Realm was the existence of Divine Thought.

At this moment, there were three others on the altar, and what they manifested no longer bore the form of flesh.

The Divine Thought Body of Yan Zhu had grown twice its size, covered entirely in Fire Patterns, resembling a "Flame Demon."

Qing Zhu had grown two white fox tails, and even their face had become fox-like in allure.

The Black Vulture Elder was half-human, half-vulture.

This was their Divine Thought Body, the "form" bestowed by the deities they believed in, granting them Divine Sense.

At this time, the Black Vulture Elder knelt on the ground.

Yan Zhu and Qing Zhu, due to the exhaustive prior battle, had dimmed Divine Thought Bodies and could only muster all their strength to resist the majesty of the Witch Vulture God.

Upholding the shaman’s pride and faith, they resolutely could not submit to the Witch Vulture God.

But before a deity, no one is permitted to stand.

The pupils of the Witch Vulture God contracted, releasing a more intense pressure that spread out like a violent storm, suppressing the whole Vermilion Bird Mountain range.

This was a pressure released by the will of a True God.

"Mere mortals," cultivating only flesh and spiritual power, simply could not withstand it.

The entire Vermilion Bird Mountain Realm, all barbarian soldiers, regardless of tribe, origin, realm, or cultivation level, were suppressed by divine might, instantly all kneeled on the ground.

Even the late Golden Core Stage Great Chief Dan Lie had to bow his head in humiliation, half-kneeling on the ground.

Under the Divine Altar, the only one not truly kneeling was Dan Zhu.

His heart, like a Vermilion Bird, beat vividly, Mo Hua’s words echoing in his ears, nurturing his Taoist Heart.

Yet even so, his waist was slowly bending, unable to lift his head.

Besides Dan Zhu, the Black Vulture Elder had long since knelt on the ground atop the altar.

This was the deity he revered; he had to kneel and even desired to kneel.

But Yan Zhu and Qing Zhu were tormented under the divine might of the Witch Vulture God.

They instinctively wanted to kneel and submit.

But as shamans, the accumulated faith in their deity deeply resisted and feared this "betrayal."

Yet, despite the resistance and fear, their knees continued to bend, their bodies lowering more and more.

A shaman is still just human.

As human, they ultimately cannot resist a deity.

At that moment, a hoarse, deadening voice suddenly echoed in the ears of Yan Zhu and Qing Zhu:

"Having seen my true self, why do you not kneel?"

This was the voice of the Wujiu Great God.

It was the divine speech coming from a deity.

Yan Zhu and Qing Zhu, struck with a sudden fear, felt a great terror in their hearts, but the next moment realized something was off. This phrase seemed not directed at them.

Yan Zhu and his companion strained to lift their heads, realizing that the Witch Vulture God wasn’t looking at them at all.

What the Witch Vulture God was looking at was a "child" standing before it.

Yan Zhu’s pupils focused slightly, taking a closer look, and immediately his heart was shocked, recognizing it.

This was... that fake shaman boy!

The fake shaman, originally a teenager, seemed even smaller at this moment, like a ten-year-old child, with red lips and white teeth, carved from jade.

Aside from the good looks, everything else was unremarkable.

Yet this "unremarkable" child was almost the only one in the entire mountain realm able to stand straight before the Witch Vulture God.

Not only that, he dared to speak wildly.

"Kneel?" A crisp, cold snort rang out, Mo Hua said, "Does a mixed-feathered bird like you deserve it?"

As these words came out, it was like a thunderclap from the heavens, stunning Yan Zhu and Qing Zhu into horror, their entire bodies tingling.

They had never imagined in their lives... that someone would dare, before a deity... to directly insult a deity.

He...

Yan Zhu and Qing Zhu felt their scalps go numb, shocked beyond words.

The Black Vulture Elder, knelt on the ground, was also furious with shock.

But more furious was the Witch Vulture God.

The aura of decay roiled within its Divine Body, the divine might distorting even space.

The entire Vermilion Bird Mountain, all barbarian cultivators and living beings, felt the wrath of this ancient great god, their hearts gripped with extreme terror.

And amidst this all-encompassing, terrifying aura upon the living beings.

A crisp yet authoritative voice resounded through the heavens and earth:

"I am the Shaman of the Divine Lord!"

"All my power is granted by the Divine Lord!"

"Today, in the name of the Shaman, I summon the Divine Lord to descend and eradicate all heretical gods and aberrations of the world!"

This righteous voice echoed in everyone’s ears.

When people looked up, they saw atop the high Divine Altar, that "child," plain and unremarkable, whose body seemed to turn into a firebrand, light exploding instantly, bursting into thousands of golden rays, divine and resplendent, like the rising sun, shining the bright sun high, cleansing the gloom, illuminating the firmament above, turning night into day, lighting the mountains and lands, a scene of pure brightness...

This seemed to be the true "descent of the deity."

At that moment, all living beings on Vermilion Bird Mountain appeared to witness "God" in its truest sense.

It was as if they saw the legendary "Divine Lord" descend upon the world.