Qing Ling arrived at the beginning of the sixth Yuan Hui of the Primordial World, and another great battle of myriad beasts began. This time, the great battle of myriad beasts completely divided the general trend of the Eastern Wilderness.
The fifty-odd clans of the Ling Chan tribe were completely united and advanced northeast, engaging in a world-shattering battle with the ten-odd branches of the Hei Xi Shang clan, without any yielding. The Hei Xi Shang clan, without deploying their own strength and Daluo Supreme, truly couldn't defeat the unified Ling Chan tribe, which possessed vast territories spanning billions of miles, over seventy Golden Immortal Venerables, and even one more Taiyi cultivator not long ago.
In the southernmost region, the seventy-two clans of the Salamander tribe finally unified under the formidable pressure of the Tian Jun Salamander tribe, boasting nearly a hundred Golden Immortal Venerables, a number even the Hei Xi Shang clan couldn't match. Moreover, the twelve Cave Elders of the Salamander tribe were unfathomably profound and mysterious, making even their close neighbor, the Giant Crocodile Shang clan, not dare to treat them lightly.
Meanwhile, Xi Shan once again launched a fierce offensive to the west, conquering five tribes and expanding their territory for tens of millions of miles. They had more than thirty Golden Immortal Venerables. Although the weakest among the major forces, their development was the fastest.
Qing Ling quietly departed from Xi Shan, with only Hua Geng knowing. All the tribesmen assumed the Holy Son was still in seclusion. After all, the Holy Son was a dedicated cultivator who could remain indoors for tens of thousands of years without stepping out, a fact known to the entire tribe.
At the border of Xi Shan, where they confronted the ten-odd tribes of the Western Insect tribe, the Green Wood Great Wall was established, and five mountains with red flags fluttered in the sky. Elite snake soldiers patrolled meticulously. The thirteen tribes of the opposing insect tribes, along with several allied tribes from the west, amassed their forces, nearly twenty small tribes in strength. Even the current Xi Shan could not afford to be careless.
Deep within the earth, snake soldiers skilled in earth遁 (dùn - escape/burrow) patrolled and scouted for enemy traces in the soil.
A Heavenly rank snake soldier was currently extending his divine sense to cover a thousand miles, meticulously investigating. Everything within his divine sense appeared normal, with no unusual activity.
However, he was unaware that a palm-sized yellow figure was stealthily merging with the soil, heading directly south. Its earth element aura was so perfectly blended with the soil that it was virtually impossible to detect any anomaly.
And within the belly of the yellow figure, Qing Ling, shrunken to the size of a thumb, lay inside the puppet, surveying his surroundings.
This puppet was the earth element forged from the five energies within his chest after he attained Golden Immortal. It was a unique solo puppet that could move stealthily through the earth, rendering it almost invisible. Even a Taiyi cultivator would not discover it unless they were extremely close.
Furthermore, thousands of water puppets and wood puppets, whose concealment abilities had been significantly enhanced, scouted ahead for him.
Qing Ling, at the rear, received information from the front puppets and selected the safest route to advance.
He intended to travel south, pass through the thirteen tribes of the insect race, then cross the territories of the Ling Chan tribe, traverse the Salamander tribe's domain, and finally head west into the chaotic lands.
In his perception, the call from the initial land originated from that direction. While traveling west from Xi Shan would pass through smaller tribes and be safer, it would mean heading south directly through the chaotic lands.
The chaotic lands were a complete haven for desperadoes, filled with countless fugitives, those who defied the three tribes, or powerful individuals with grudges against them. Golden Immortals were everywhere, Taiyi cultivators were abundant, and even hidden and reclusive Daluo Golden Immortals resided there.
Although Qing Ling's chosen route was more arduous, it had fewer powerful figures, and he was unlikely to encounter Daluo. Moreover, the Salamander tribe and the Xi Shan snake tribe were allied, with friendly relations, making passage more convenient.
This was why he chose this path.
Traveling south into the insect tribe's territory, Qing Ling began to exercise caution. Several of the thousands of puppets he released had already been lost.
On the surface of the earth, various insects roamed, and fierce birds occasionally swooped down from the sky to prey on the giant insects, scattering blood rain. Fierce battles between rival insect species littered the ground with remains. Occasionally, the roars of ferocious beasts echoed, and piercing insect cries wailed. Every moment in the Primordial World saw countless beings perish in conflict, while countless others were born, and species replaced each other through generations.
Qing Ling remained nestled within the small puppet, concealing his dao rhyme and aura flawlessly, lying in the puppet's body to continue his reclusive habits, simply changing his location for his seclusion.
Ahead, over eight hundred small earth puppets scouted ahead, sometimes experiencing days of peace, and sometimes, upon entering strange regions, several small puppets would mysteriously disappear, unable to even transmit back any visual information.
When encountering such places, Qing Ling preferred to take a wide detour rather than satisfying his curiosity with a look.
Although there might be true heavenly treasures there, Qing Ling believed it was more likely some terrifying ferocious beings slumbering underground!
Therefore, the detours caused Qing Ling's journey to be very slow, winding and twisting. In some strange locations, he could even lose his sense of direction and be unable to detect the sun, moon, or stars, making it highly possible to get lost.
He had already encountered many such situations. The Primordial World's land was full of bizarre and unpredictable places, and a slight misstep could lead to the demise of even a Golden Immortal.
He had considered flying, but traveling through the multiple heavens required withstanding the violent forces of each layer. If he encountered other travelers, they would invariably be Golden Immortals, Taiyi cultivators, or even Daluo. Moreover, there were no places to hide or conceal oneself in the heavens, making his solitary journey as a Golden Immortal extremely perilous.
Flying beneath the heavens would be suicidal. The skies beneath the heavens belonged to the airspaces of various tribes, and flying through them was prohibited.
Therefore, after much deliberation, Qing Ling chose this method.
His journey lasted a full hundred years. He safely traversed the insect tribe's territory and passed through over a dozen small tribes on the western side, reaching the border between the western small tribes and the Ling Chan tribe's domain.
The Ling Chan tribe not only repelled the invasion of the Hei Xi branches but also harbored ambitions of expanding westward. The eighteen tribes of Chong Shan were uniting to resist the Ling Chan tribe's offensive.
The eighteen tribes of Chong Shan all resided in this vast mountain range spanning tens of millions of miles. This area was extremely close to the chaotic lands, and occasionally, fierce bandits would lurk in the continuous mountain ranges and earth veins to cultivate.
With layers of mountains and rivers, desolate wilderness everywhere, spanning tens of millions of miles, the vast mountainous regions concealed many heavenly treasures that had yet to be discovered.
The eighteen small tribes were too weak, barely possessing twenty-odd Golden Immortals. Their populations were also not numerous, influenced by the mountainous terrain, consisting mostly of terrestrial beast tribes such as the Mountain Wolf tribe, Purple Striped Leopard tribe, and Pangolin tribe...
As Qing Ling passed through this mountain range, he was forced to stop. This was because deep within the earth veins, powerful magical fluctuations and even intense clashes of Dao laws were occurring, affecting the earth for tens of thousands of miles.
Moreover, Qing Ling also sensed a faint aura of his own kind, likely of innate origin, possibly even an innate deity!
After a moment of thought, Qing Ling controlled an earth puppet and stealthily burrowed deeper into the ground, heading towards the direction of the fluctuation.
Deep within the earth, a Sumeru world was situated. A small world spanning a million zhang in width was located deep within the earth.
Behind a colossal stone, a puppet with only eyes clung to the stone with its hands, cautiously peeking its head out, carefully observing the space.
And tens of thousands of miles away, Qing Ling's eyes instantly saw the scene unfolding.
His eyebrows rose. He had actually encountered an old acquaintance! This was truly marvelous!