Chapter 392: Chapter 361: Arrival at the Northern Plain! Movements of Stone Village!
"Shopkeeper, check please."
At a window seat in the tavern, a young man in white, as radiant as snow and with a strikingly handsome face, placed a Spirit Stone on the table and then left the tavern with a young child by his side.
Outside the tavern, the cold wind howled, and snowflakes were fluttering about.
"The Northern Land does get cold early."
Chen Zhixing sighed slightly, contemplating how the Southern Lands still only felt the chill of autumn winds while the Northern Land was already blanketed in snow.
This is Zichuan City, the last checkpoint before entering the Northern Plain.
Beyond this city lies the territory of the Northern Plain, where Demons rampage, Fierce Beasts roam, and numerous infamous Great Demons from the Cultivation Realm hide on the mountains to evade pursuit.
Even that Thousand Bat Elder hid here in the Northern Plain to escape from the Profound Celestial Divine Sect.
And past the Northern Plain is the legendary burial ground of Gods and Demons—the North Sea!
Exiting Zichuan City, there unfolds a majestic vista akin to sunshine over Jin Mountain!
Towering mountains pierce the clouds and extend endlessly, so that even standing outside the city, one can see a hundred-foot-long blue roc bird soaring on the mountaintop, tearing through the void with its wings!
The ancient black city walls are covered with numerous deep and shallow marks, some being huge claw marks, others bite marks, while some resemble a massive creature’s collision, forming a large dent!
It’s imaginable how many apocalyptic attacks this ancient city has resisted!
"Truly not easy," Chen Zhixing remarked with a bit of sigh.
The Little One donned a furry brown mink hat, breathed out vapor, and looked at Chen Zhixing with curiosity, asking:
"Master, what’s not easy?"
"It’s nothing."
Chen Zhixing smiled; it wouldn’t take long before the Northern Plain would transform into a land of picturesque mountains and waters, suitable for mortal farming.
Because, then, there would be a blind scholar named Lu Bing, who foolishly makes a great vow here, disassembling himself to suppress millions of Demons for ten thousand years!
"Oh~~."
The Little One nodded obediently, then asked, "Master, you said you brought me to find a cultivation technique, is my cultivation technique here?"
"Yes."
Chen Zhixing smiled slightly, remembering correctly that the ancestral land of the Stone Race is within this Northern Plain!
"Let’s go."
Chen Zhixing lifted the Little One and strode into the Northern Plain.
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Time slowly passed, and in the blink of an eye, three days had gone by.
The Northern Plain was abundant with mountains and Demons.
Besides, there were some ancient tribes, living here for generations.
Each tribe would worship a statue as the Guardian God to protect their tribe from outside attacks.
At this moment.
Chen Zhixing stood before a tribe, curiously weighing the crocodile skull that had already turned into white bones in his hand.
"Is this your Guardian God?"
Chen Zhixing asked.
In front of Chen Zhixing, dozens of wooden huts were linked together, forming what you would call a tribe.
A group of burly primitive people dressed in animal skins, painted with totems, stood shivering in the distance, looking at Chen Zhixing in fear.
"Re...reporting to this esteemed one, this.....this is our Guardian God."
An elder, whose beard and hair were knotted due to years of not being cleaned, emerged from the crowd with a cane, tremblingly speaking, looking at Chen Zhixing with a gaze full of awe.
Just not long ago, several Eight-armed Demon Apes were frantically attacking their village, and even their long-worshipped Guardian God struggled to cope, teetering on the brink of collapse.
At the time when these tribespeople were quite frightened and trembling.
This esteemed one appeared!
With just a single wave of his hand, he killed those mountain-sized Eight-armed Demon Apes, which were considered powerful on the entire Northern Plain’s outskirts!
Even their Guardian God, who protected the tribe for hundreds of years, could not escape, seen as an accomplice to the Eight-armed Demon Apes, it was casually taken away.
"How do you usually worship?" Chen Zhixing asked out of curiosity.
"Reporting to the esteemed one, each tribe has a different way of worshiping the Guardian God, which depends on the needs of the Guardian God... As for our tribe, we only need to share half of the food obtained from hunting outside with the Guardian God, and offer three pairs of Golden Boy and Jade Girl each year to get the Guardian God’s protection." The elder respectfully replied.
"Human sacrifice? What kind of Guardian God is that, it’s clearly an Evil God."
Chen Zhixing curled his lips and casually crushed the crocodile skull devoid of Spiritual Qi with his right hand into powder.
He saw through it; this so-called Guardian God is merely a residual soul of a Spiritual Soul, whose physical body has been destroyed, and it clings to the tribe’s offerings to barely keep living.
"Esteemed one, please speak carefully! Among Guardian Gods, there are extremely powerful ones!" The elder hurriedly spoke.
Chen Zhixing shook his head, unwilling to engage in meaningless debate with this elder, for he believed that those serving as Guardian Gods are nothing but failures in their previous lives.
Just a residual soul, how strong could it be?
"I ask you, do you know if there is a Stone Race here?" Chen Zhixing shifted the topic, asking.
"Stone Race?"
The elder was taken aback upon hearing and then thought for a moment before cautiously asking, "Esteemed one, are you referring to Stone Village?"
"Yes, it should be this Stone Village, where are they located?" Chen Zhixing nodded.
"Esteemed one, that Stone Village is quite far from us, located deep in the Northern Plain, our tribe only had one brief encounter with them. If I remember correctly, it’s a few hundred miles deeper." The elder bowed his head and replied respectfully.
"Thank you."
As soon as the words fell.
When the elder raised his head again, the esteemed figure had already vanished from sight.
"Village Chief, you’re worldly-wise, what’s the origin of this person?" A strong villager hurriedly stepped forward and asked.
"I don’t know, but judging by his attire and age, and considering he’s deep in the Northern Plain with a child, he must be an external prodigy." The elder stroked his beard and said.
As he spoke, he seemingly remembered something and sighed deeply:
"Ah, now our Guardian God is destroyed, what should we do? How will we fend off Fierce Beasts?"
As he was lamenting.
Roar Roar Roar!!!
Terrified roars rang from afar.
Only to see the forest shaking, a sword light dazzling to the extreme flying around, slaying all the Demons and Fierce Beasts within a hundred-mile radius!
A large snake with wings on its back roared and shot skyward; it was the ruler of a hundred miles here, having devoured countless tribes, countless villagers died in this snake’s mouth!
It’s said the snake’s cave is piled high with human bones, a white skeletal sight everywhere the eye can see.
However, at this moment.
They watched as the snake with wings on its back just soared skyward, trying to escape, a razor-sharp sword light attached to it, shredding it into countless pieces!
In an instant, the elder’s eyes were filled with joy, and he knelt down to thank fervently.