Chapter 43

"Little one, we're leaving first. We'll come to see you another day."

Under the night sky, a snow feather stretched out to be five or six meters long, emitting a pure white glow, extremely sacred. Several figures stood on it, among them a pair of elf-like sisters were waving their delicate little hands. They looked identical, with fair skin, lively big eyes, and were bidding farewell to the direction of Stone Village.

The snow feather was crystal clear, hovering three feet off the ground, carrying several people who quickly disappeared into the mountains. They were the last group to leave and the only ones who left unscathed.

"Big sister, goodbye. When you come next time, don't forget to bring sweet beast milk, like from a snow lynx or an ice plain elephant..." the little one shouted loudly.

Laughter immediately erupted in Stone Village. A group of children started to tease, shouting, "Four years old and still drinking milk, little Hao Hao chasing sparrows."

After a major crisis, the people of Stone Village felt relieved and all burst into laughter. The little one had clear black and white eyes, a rosy face, and softly explained, "I just want to see what the milk of a snow lynx looks like. I heard it's very special. Don't laugh, I really don't want to drink it."

"Ha ha..."

Shi Feijiao and others stepped forward, ruffling his hair and pinching his apple-like cheeks, finding it very amusing.

Stone Village became calm, and the villagers' expressions gradually turned solemn and serious. They fetched various offerings, and the entire village stood in front of the willow tree, earnestly performing the ritual. Everyone was praying, very devoutly, and it seemed as if they were resonating with the heavens, generating a strange power.

Everyone was surprised, especially the elders, who had heard that in ancient times, when the ancestors performed rituals, various strange powers would be generated, which were extremely mysterious.

Unexpectedly, today, their devout worship also created such a scene and secret power, though very weak, they still sensed it. Moreover, the black medicine tripod passed down in Stone Village trembled a few times, and the images of the sun, moon, mountains, rivers, and ancient ancestors on it became clearer, with a faint light flowing.

The only regret was that they didn't know how to use this secret power.

"The power of the ritual indeed exists, and it's extraordinary. If the entire country were to worship the sky together, what kind of power would it generate?" The elders felt a chill in their hearts and didn't dare to think further.

The ceremony lasted for a long time before it ended.

It was already deep into the night, very dark, with one mountain peak after another standing tall and majestic. Various roars echoed through the primeval mountains, one after another, startling the soul.

In the dark mountains, there was only one peaceful place. From a distance, a scorched willow tree had a tender green branch, emitting a hazy glow, enveloping the entire Stone Village, isolating it from the outside world, creating a peaceful and serene haven, the only pure land in the vast mountains.

The Lei Clan, Zishan Family, Luofu Great Marsh, Jinlang Tribe, and other powerful groups traveled through the night, not stopping even for a moment when they passed through Little Lone Mountain Town. They were truly terrified, as the willow tree was too mysterious, instilling a great fear in their hearts.

At this moment, they only wanted to quickly return to their territory, leaving the demonic primeval mountains as soon as possible, fearing any further incidents.

The scaly horses ran at an extremely fast speed, especially the mutants—unicorns. Their bodies were covered in silver-white scales, shining brightly, with a single horn on their heads, capable of traveling ten thousand miles in a day.

The Jinlang Tribe was four thousand miles away from the vast mountains. This group of people, except for necessary rest, galloped at full speed. Those riding unicorns returned to their group's habitat on the fourth day.

At the horizon, buildings stretched out in patches. In the center of the tribe stood a large golden tent, embroidered with a golden wolf head, majestic and fierce.

"Thud"

Just as they arrived in front of the large tent, several people fell off the unicorns. One middle-aged man with a severed arm was pale and fainted.

"What happened to you, Bato?"

A tall old man walked out of the tent embroidered with a golden wolf head. His eyes opened and closed, emitting golden light, terrifying to behold. He grabbed the middle-aged man with the severed arm, and a golden rune appeared in his palm, emitting a glow that entered the man's body.

"Ah..." The middle-aged man, who had been incapacitated, woke up as if from a nightmare, shouting, "Chief, you must avenge me!"

"Speak, what happened!"

"We entered a strange village and discovered the remains of a precious creature, the Suanni..."

"A willow tree struck by lightning, and you had no resistance, many people were cut down or killed?!" The old chief of the Jinlang Tribe was visibly moved upon hearing the account.

By intuition, he knew that the spirit was very powerful, far beyond what a small village should have. Even compared to the spirit of their tribe, which had nearly ten million people, it wouldn't be inferior.

"Chief, there are descendants of ancient magical birds there, as well as the precious runes of the Suanni. We can't miss this opportunity." The others also spoke up, urging the chief to go and strongly persuading him.

After deep thought, the tall, imposing old chief, whose eyes were almost turning pale gold, nodded. Two golden lightning bolts shot from his eyes, and he said, "With such a powerful spirit, I must go and see it. To be safe, I will invite the divine wolf to accompany me."

Everyone was trembling, then showed signs of surprise. The chief was going to invite the strongest spirit, which made them even less afraid. The golden creature was truly terrifying, instilling great reverence in every member of the tribe.

"Whoo..." Soon, a golden whirlwind appeared on the plain, rushing over at high speed.

Similar events were happening in other major tribes.

This was a vast lake, as blue as the sea, boundless. Jiao Cang and others returned, entering a holy island, and reported the situation, immediately triggering a roar like the emergence of an ancient savage dragon, shaking the waters, with white waves surging into the sky.

In another royal territory, vast and boundless, with a population of several million, huge cities stood one after another, extremely prosperous.

The central ancient city was grand and solemn, with black walls shimmering with a metallic luster, stretching endlessly, like a majestic steel Great Wall on the horizon, giving a sense of overwhelming pressure.

"A powerful spirit..." A solemn voice echoed in the central treasure hall of the capital.

A purple sun illuminated the entire hall, where a supreme being sat, his true appearance indiscernible, purple light like flames, his aura like the sea, pressing down on the strong figures in the hall, making them unable to raise their heads or look up.

On this day, within a radius of five thousand miles, all major tribes were shaken, learning that a remarkable spirit had emerged in the vast mountains, a willow tree struck by lightning, causing a great upheaval.

The treasures of the mountains in the vast wilderness, the precious Suanni bones of Stone Village, and this mysterious spirit, stirred the hearts of the powerful. The supreme beings of each tribe could no longer sit still.

"Having not moved for many years, I will go and see what secrets lie there!"

A few days later, Little Lone Mountain Town was no longer peaceful. Some saw the chief of a large tribe personally arriving, surprising the strong figures who had come for the mountain treasures.

"Crack"

Lightning intertwined, the chief of the Lei Clan stood on a cliff, his entire body surrounded by huge electric light, breaking off the lower half of the cliff, a terrifying sight.

"Very strange, ordinary people can't see it, but the more powerful one looks, the more one feels a sense of unease. This willow tree is not simple." The chief of the Lei Clan did not act rashly, his voice like thunder, shaking the surrounding forest and causing all ancient beasts to flee.

Two hours later, a river running through the primeval forest, misty and humid, a low roar sounded, like a fierce dragon emerging, instantly causing clouds and mist to rise to the sky, and a figure shot up.

In the mist, his figure was blurry, only his eyes were very bright, like two lamps, piercing through the mist, reflecting out, terrifying to behold. From a sufficient distance, he looked down at Stone Village and whispered, "Is this the spirit that killed many of our experts?"

Two days later, a golden whirlwind rushed through the primeval forest, startling many fierce birds and beasts, causing them to flee quickly, and the mountain area became silent.

A tall, imposing old man stood on a high ground, looking at Stone Village, muttering to himself, "Struck by lightning, reborn in destruction, this willow tree is no ordinary thing!"

Beside him stood a golden divine wolf, not very large, only 1.5 meters long, smaller than some green wolves in the forest. However, it emitted a terrifying aura, its fur shimmering with golden light, even its eyes were golden, with runes faintly visible, extremely terrifying.

They all arrived quickly, all the supreme beings of their tribes, lingering outside Stone Village, carefully observing the place, preparing to cause a great upheaval!