Inside the tribe, there are large and small tents.
The tents are made from tattered monster beasts’ fur combined with some coarse hemp.
Inside the tribe, the decorations and furnishings also have a strong Great Wilderness style.
But rather than a tribe, it actually resembles a small impoverished and destitute village.
The people in the tribe are not many, only about five or six hundred, and the majority are the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled, with very few young and strong individuals.
Outside the tribe, some fences have been set up.
On these fences, some roughly drawn formation patterns are painted to guard against monster beasts and foreign enemies.
But for Mo Hua, these are merely decorations.
He concealed himself, entered the tribe’s settlement, and in the largest tent of the tribe, he detected the presence of the Barbarian Tribes elder named "Zamu".
Mo Hua moved like a ghost, silently entering the tent.
The inside of the tent was quite spacious, but the furnishings were also very simple.
The Barbarian Tribes elder named "Zamu" was looking after his grandson with a worried face.
"A few days of rest will be fine," Mo Hua said blandly.
Elder Zamu was startled and turned to see when the mysterious young man had already settled on a chair inside the tent, browsing some tribal records on the table.
Elder Zamu suppressed the unease and fear in his heart, clasped his hands, and bowed, saying:
"Greetings, Senior."
Being called "Senior" by an elder older than himself felt strange to Mo Hua.
But when traveling outside, one should not easily reveal one’s background.
The more "misunderstandings" others have about him, the better.
The more misunderstandings, the further from the truth they are.
Mo Hua’s expression was calm as he pointed to the stone stool opposite, "Sit."
Elder Zamu obediently sat down, his expression still apprehensive.
Mo Hua glanced at him and said, "Your grandson is not to be overly worried about. Instead, you, your divine sense is severely injured."
"Injuries to the divine sense, unlike flesh wounds, may not be apparent on normal days but occasionally cause stabbing-like pain, invisible and difficult to heal."
Elder Zamu bowed and said, "Thank you, Senior, for the guidance; however, I am already like decaying wood, whether I live or die, there is nothing left to care about."
Mo Hua nodded and asked, "What is the Barbarian God?"
Elder Zamu’s heart trembled slightly; after thinking for a while, he slowly said, "The Barbarian God... is the deity worshipped by our Barbarian Tribes."
Mo Hua asked, "Is it truly a god?"
Elder Zamu didn’t know how to respond, so he said:
"Hidden in the invisible, with mysterious and immeasurable powers, able to aid our people in survival, growth, and defense against foreign enemies, which can be called ’god.’ Since it is the god of our Barbarian Tribes, it is called the ’Barbarian God.’"
Mo Hua nodded slightly, understanding in his heart.
These Barbarian Tribes, in reality, know nothing.
As long as it’s something within "divine thought" that can help them, whether demon, ghost, or monster, they will revere it as a deity.
As for whether or not it is truly a "god," they don’t understand, or rather, they don’t need to understand.
Even if such "deity" requires eating their children, it doesn’t matter to them.
Of course, they have no other options.
Even some mountain spirits, ghosts, and evil spirits, or demon monsters are not something an ordinary cultivator can handle.
This Elder Zamu, having learned some witchcraft and spiritual techniques, is already considered quite strong. But in truth, if he were to confront that Barbarian God, he’d still have no chance of victory.
Even if that Barbarian God were merely some unknown mountain spirit or ghost.
Elder Zamu glanced at Mo Hua, not daring to ask much, but anxious in his heart, he had to ask, eventually summoning the courage to slowly say:
"Senior, I wonder about the Wutu God..."
"What?" Mo Hua was slightly taken aback.
This Elder Zamu spoke with the Barbarian Tribes’ accent, so he didn’t understand immediately.
Elder Zamu repeated, "The Wutu God..."
He added, "It is the Barbarian God that our Wutu Clan worships, sharp-faced and clawed, with a grand stature. The place where I met Senior is the temple gate where offerings are made to the Wutu God..."
Mo Hua acknowledged with an "Oh."
It turns out that the "Barbarian God" he killed with one punch even had a name.
He didn’t even know its name when he killed it.
Elder Zamu’s cloudy eyes contained an underlying hope as he looked at Mo Hua, seeming to want to hear what he hoped for, but fearing to hear a different truth.
The tribe and the deity are a paradoxical unity.