Chapter 35

Although Luo Qingquan was a legendary figure among the Divine Remnant Hundred Tribes, he was just a minor character in the Heavenly Dao Sect. The girl said there wasn't much time left, but Luo Qingquan had no idea what she meant and didn't dare to inquire, only nodding in agreement with "uh-huh."

Glancing at "Uncle Yu" standing behind the little girl, Luo Qingquan felt he had seen him before. It seemed this person was one of the inner gate protectors of the Heavenly Dao Sect, with unfathomable strength. With this person as a protector, everything would surely be fine.

"Interesting, he actually defeated Wen Zhan using a hunter's tactics in a confined space. Uncle Yu, do you think if this young man joins the inner gate, he could become as strong as you?" The little girl turned to look at the middle-aged man behind her and asked.

"There are countless geniuses, but few can truly endure the trials." The middle-aged man's words were brief yet profound.

"Uncle Yu, this time going to the Divine Remnant Mountains, I want to go in myself." As soon as the little girl spoke, there was a thud. Luo Qingquan's legs gave out, and he fell to the ground, his head hitting the corner of a table, blood flowing out. Even as a patterned warrior, he was not much different from an ordinary person when caught off guard.

Not caring about losing face, Luo Qingquan quickly kneeled and crawled forward. In the midst of his panic, he didn't dare to hug the little girl's legs and cry, but instead bowed frantically from a distance, urgently saying, "Young Master, absolutely not!"

"Do I need your advice on what I do?" The girl looked at Luo Qingquan coldly, her eyes clear and cold like the northern wind. Blood flowed from Luo Qingquan's forehead, and he looked pitiful, but the girl seemed to completely ignore him.

Her words were harsh, and after saying them, she didn't look at Luo Qingquan again and walked out of the inner hall.

"Arrange a suitable identity for him, and don't worry about the rest." The middle-aged man followed the girl out of the inner hall, leaving a light and airy remark.

Watching the two figures walk away, Luo Qingquan felt like crying but couldn't, feeling the sky turn gray.

The stars scattered, and the sky turned a pale white. The majestic and continuous mountains gradually changed from black to green, and the world was full of vitality. The tribes that had been eliminated had already been driven away, and there were fewer tents on the grassland, but it didn't seem quiet. Young people, unable to bear the loneliness, even if they knew they would face a brutal slaughter, couldn't suppress the killing intent within them and were already moving around their tents early in the morning, stretching and sharpening their weapons.

Bu Li and Cai Xiaoxian walked out of the mountains. They hadn't slept well that night. It wasn't because Bu Li was nervous, but because Dahei was very nervous and snored all night...

Dahei's snoring was like thunder, making it impossible for Bu Li to sleep, so he could only lie on his back and count the stars. Cai Xiaoxian, however, slept soundly in Bu Li's arms.

This time, Bu Li didn't dare to enter the meditative state for soul technique cultivation. Although he wasn't particularly interested in the "Divine Remnant Trial," he was interested in the more advanced soul technique cultivation methods Hu Wu mentioned. In his heart, Bu Li trusted Hu Wu and the powerful existence in the "dream."

Since he was going to climb higher mountains and face countless challenges, the "Divine Remnant Trial" was just a small hill, and Bu Li consoled himself with this thought.

Early in the morning, Bu Li woke Cai Xiaoxian and found a nearby mountain stream to wash up before hurrying back to the camp. It was strange, but Bu Li felt he was becoming more and more reclusive, preferring to sleep under the sky and on the ground rather than in the camp.

Many prying eyes shot out from the shadows. After the battle with Yang Canny, Bu Li's ranking on the leaderboard soared, and he had gone from being a nobody to someone who was noticed.

Bu Li ignored these people, found the Bai Ling tribe's tent, and waited outside with Dahei, smoking a cigarette for Hu Wu to come out.

A series of tedious ceremonies made Bu Li drowsy. It wasn't until noon that they slowly walked thirty miles to the edge of the legendary Divine Remnant Mountains. Normally, the Divine Remnant Mountains were a forbidden area, only open during the "Divine Remnant Trial." It was said that within a hundred miles of the Divine Remnant Mountains, there was a massive soul technique formation, the scale of which was breathtaking.

Standing at the entrance to the Divine Remnant Mountains, Bu Li felt the cold mountain wind at the entrance, as if countless wronged souls were about to burst out, making it daunting to look at.

From a distance, a disciple of the Henshan Sect briefly explained the rules. Bu Li was too far away to hear clearly. It made sense; which young person from any tribe, if they had a chance to enter the Divine Remnant Mountains, wouldn't have been thoroughly briefed beforehand? Only Bu Li, a nobody, wouldn't know at all.

"Old Master, what did he say?" Bu Li asked Hu Wu.

"He said that you can't exceed a hundred-mile range, and you have to kill your way to the center of the Divine Remnant Mountains, the Broken Dragon Platform, and bring back ten people's ears. The top three are the winners, and the rest is just nonsense," Hu Wu said.

Bu Li and Cai Xiaoxian exchanged a glance and smiled helplessly. They would just go in and see what happened. At worst, they could really hide. Bu Li didn't believe anyone could find him in a hundred-mile radius of the forest.

One by one, over a hundred young people, both male and female, all wearing animal skins, stood together. Bu Li blended in, standing out only for his height. Dahei, however, was quite noticeable. During the battle with Yang Canny, Dahei's cowardice had been deeply etched into everyone's memory.

With a drumbeat, a one-hour no-attack limit began, and over a hundred young people rushed into the Divine Remnant Mountains, seeking the most advantageous positions, and the bloody slaughter began.

Bu Li and Dahei hid in the forest of the Divine Remnant Mountains, moving like fish in water. They made a wide circle, concealing their tracks and observing the surroundings. Bu Li knew little about the patterns, but even though he had heard from Hu Wu about the strength of these young people entering the Divine Remnant Mountains, he wasn't afraid. He still followed his instincts, observing cautiously to ensure victory.

The forest was filled with a cold, eerie wind, and Bu Li felt a strong presence of yin energy, as if the countless wronged souls in the Divine Remnant Mountains over the years were watching him from nearby. Feeling a chill on his back, Bu Li tightened his animal skin. He had given the snow wolf skin to Yang Canny and had casually hunted a wild wolf the night before, making a new animal skin to wear.

In a low forest with a mediocre view, Bu Li hid in the treetops, and Dahei crouched in a rock behind him, only his eyes visible. From a distance, he looked like a black rock. Dahei's cowardice had reached its limit, and his bulky black bear body was contorted into an unimaginable position, making him look like a rock. But... Bu Li really wanted to go down and beat him up.