Chapter 6

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Amidst the cherry blossoms dancing in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of promise written there.

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The distant call came as the first ray of sunlight fell upon his eyes. Xiao Yi was stunned. He looked around, seeing gray stone walls, a gray stone table, a green stone jar, and unknown dried meat hanging on the wall. He was lying on a stone bed, covered with a tattered fur blanket that smelled of game but was quite warm. He looked up at the stone window not far away, where the golden sunlight shone through, blinding his eyes. At this moment, memories flooded back.

He was not dead; this was not the underworld. A hint of surprise showed in Xiao Yi’s eyes, for the underworld did not have such brilliant sunlight. Perhaps having experienced life and death, after a brief moment of shock, Xiao Yi calmed down. Since he was not dead, he would continue to live.

However, when Xiao Yi tried to get up, an excruciating pain immediately surged through his entire body. Every inch of his muscles, bones, and marrow felt as if they were being gnawed by thousands of ants. He could even faintly see a faint golden aura flowing beneath his skin.

Large beads of sweat dripped down as Xiao Yi struggled to sit up, but it seemed to have drained all his strength, leaving him unable to make any further movements.

Rumble!

The stone door was pushed open, and an old man with a hunched back walked in. Despite his hunched posture, the old man was quite tall, nearly seven feet high. He wore a gray fur vest and old straw shoes, holding a dead rabbit in his hand. A black stone bow and a quiver with about seven or eight black-feathered arrows were on his back.

What great strength!

Even though he was weak, Xiao Yi could roughly estimate the weight of the stone door, which was certainly no less than a hundred pounds. The old man, with his white hair, easily pushed it open. Were these the ancient ancestors? Xiao Yi was sure this old man was very ordinary, much like the mountain people in remote areas of the future, with a face as simple and honest.

On this face, Xiao Yi felt a sense of peace, saw the marks of time, and the grandeur that seemed to have long vanished. An overwhelming fatigue washed over him, and everything before his eyes became blurry again.

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Bloodstone Tribe.

Located in the Western Wilderness of the Northern Wasteland in the Human Realm, the Bloodstone Tribe was surrounded by rocky walls, which glowed with a metallic luster in the sunset.

The Bloodstone Tribe was not large but covered several miles. At this moment, outside the tribe, figures were moving about, the sounds of metal clashing continuously. Brave men, holding war spears, iron spears, and battle knives, numbered about two thousand. They roared loudly, their steps like those of fierce tigers, shaking the clouds.

Behind the Bloodstone Tribe, on a low mountain several dozen feet high, a slightly lean figure sat on a cliff, his black hair reaching his shoulders, a black fur vest fluttering in the wind. Xiao Yi looked at the magnificent scene in the distance, thinking of the ancient saying of dying on the battlefield, perhaps it was like this.

A bitter smile appeared on his lips. Xiao Yi did not know what kind of world he had come to, but after nearly half a month, he had gradually learned some things. He was in a human tribe in the Western Wilderness of the Northern Wasteland in the Human Realm, the Bloodstone Tribe. The Bloodstone Tribe was one of the weakest lower blood tribes, with only two thousand-man war masters. Above them were middle blood tribes, upper blood tribes, military tribes, general tribes, master tribes, and even supreme king tribes.

Here, the land stretched for billions of miles, and human war masters fought across the world, resisting the attacks of the great clans from the hundred realms. Here, humans did not seek immortality, did not worship gods, and did not revere Buddhas, for they were all enemies!

The so-called blood refinement, bone tempering, and soul fusion were what most of the Bloodstone Tribe's people talked about daily. They practiced and hunted in the vast wilderness to advance to higher realms and unlock greater human potential, to turn the tide in battles against the wandering war masters of the hundred clans.

What was blood refinement? This realm required the refinement of blood essence into the body, enhancing the physical blood energy, and thus connecting the 108 heavenly meridians to form a complete qi sea. Xiao Yi had also heard that after the 108 heavenly meridians were connected and the complete qi sea was formed, one could cultivate heavenly soldiers, and above that was the great perfection realm, which was mysterious and known only to a few important figures in the tribe. As for the bone tempering realm, only the tribal chief of the Bloodstone Tribe had reached it. Ordinary people could only look up to it with awe and reverence, for it was a realm they could not touch.

As for the soul fusion realm above bone tempering, it was said that only the more powerful upper blood tribes had such strong individuals. However, within a thousand miles, besides the Bloodstone Tribe, the ancient forests were dense, and there were no other human tribes.

This land was vast, and Xiao Yi even doubted whether he was still on Earth. The Human Realm had five regions: the Western Heaven, the Eastern Continent, the Northern Wasteland, the Southern Departure, and the Central Land. The Northern Wasteland alone was boundless, and no one could traverse every inch of it. This was some of the fragmented information Xiao Yi had learned in the past half month. He was very skeptical about what had happened to Earth in the distant ancient times, whether it was really as the technological era had deduced, and what the super-ancient civilizations discovered by chance represented. Or perhaps there had been a great upheaval in the distant past, like the theory of the extinction of dinosaurs.

Xiao Yi did not know what kind of impact his current era would have if it were known in the future. He was like an observer of an era, watching everything before him. Here, it was not called Earth but the Human Realm, the territory of the human race. And in the space attached to the Human Realm, there existed the great clans of the hundred realms, including the Immortal Realm, the Divine Realm, the Buddhist Realm, and the Demon Realm. Each realm wanted to descend upon the Human Realm and conquer the world, which was why every human tribe had war masters.

For these ancient ancestors, the past half month had left Xiao Yi deeply shaken. Even children who had not yet started practicing could easily lift two or three hundred pounds at the age of ten, and adults could lift five hundred pounds without effort. Their physical strength was simply unimaginable. According to Xiao Yi's comparison, his strength of a hundred pounds was equivalent to that of a six- or seven-year-old child in the Bloodstone Tribe, let alone the fact that his body had not yet recovered, and he could hardly move, and even a four- or five-year-old child could easily overpower him.

As the sun set, Xiao Yi slowly got up, his face somewhat pale. He walked down the mountain path, his steps normal but his body trembling. He vaguely felt that his condition was related to the dragon egg. At all times, there were streams of heat flowing through his skin, stimulating his nerves, like needle pricks. It took him five days to barely stand up, and after half a month, he could just about walk normally, but any further actions were beyond his ability.

It took nearly half an hour to reach the bottom of the mountain. Xiao Yi took a few deep breaths, preparing to continue walking.

"Brother Xiao!" A slightly immature voice called out.

Xiao Yi looked up and saw a tall teenager walking towards him. The teenager looked to be about fifteen or sixteen, already standing seven feet tall, with a robust build. He wore a gray fur vest and carried a nine-foot-long green iron spear on his back.

The teenager had black hair like ink, and although his face was still young, his aura was extraordinary. He walked with the gait of a dragon and a tiger, taking nearly half a yard with each step. In less than ten breaths, he was in front of Xiao Yi, his face showing understanding. "I knew you would be here, Brother Xiao. Elder Shi has prepared some herbs for you to apply."

"Alright, let's go."

Xiao Yi nodded and walked with the teenager. To be honest, this teenager was someone he had met by chance in the Bloodstone Tribe. Although their friendship was not deep, the teenager enjoyed listening to Xiao Yi's stories of strange events and came to visit him every day.

In the Bloodstone Tribe, at the age of sixteen, one had to undergo an examination to join the tribe's human war masters and become a human war soldier. To become a powerful human war soldier, to slay the alien races and protect the tribe, was the ultimate goal of every Bloodstone Tribe teenager.

"Shi Lei, you're with this sickly person again. Shouldn't you be practicing?"

Before they had taken a few steps, a cold voice came from ahead. It was two teenagers, both carrying large green bows, emitting a faint blood aura, which made Xiao Yi uncomfortable. However, he knew that these ancient ancestors had to hunt for blood food to survive and practice, even the teenagers, who, after the age of ten, had to learn archery and, at the age of twelve or thirteen, enter the forests under the guidance of their elders to hunt.

The two teenagers were about the same age as Shi Lei and were clearly heading into the mountains to hunt. Xiao Yi knew from Shi Lei that many of the tribe's teenagers liked to go into the mountains at night, as some blood-thick beasts preferred to come out at night, potentially bringing good harvests. A few moments later, the two teenagers approached.

"Sickly person, don't delay Shi Lei's practice. You should respect yourself. With your strength, Elder Shi said you are destined to just light fires. As long as the Bloodstone Tribe exists, you will have meat to eat. If not, you will..."

"Shi Qian!" Shi Lei shouted, stopping one of the teenagers.

"Forget it, it's your own business." The teenager shrugged, and the two passed by Xiao Yi without even looking at him.

"Brother Xiao."

After the two left, Shi Lei glanced at Xiao Yi carefully, but Xiao Yi's expression was calm, seemingly indifferent, and he continued walking towards the tribe.

"Sickly person, no meat to eat, no one to bear you children!" This was said by a few three- or four-year-old children.

"Xiao Yi, don't run around. If anyone hurts you, it will waste the herbs." This was said by an elderly member of the tribe.

Xiao Yi smiled lightly. After entering the tribe, Shi Lei left, as someone said his father, who was a tribal war master, was looking for him and pulled him away. Whether it was true or not, Xiao Yi knew, for the human relationships of the future had been honed over countless years, and in his current state, these people still seemed too simple.

Looking up at the distant sunset, a cold light flashed in Xiao Yi's eyes. Even if he was disheartened, he would never rely on others or live off charity.

In a different time and space, Xiao Yi had the same self-respect. (Seeking recommendations and favorites! Dear brothers and sisters, please support me!)

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