He thought to himself: In the Green Wilderness, there must be no tribe that doesn't hate the Sharpfeather Clan.
It's so annoying. How can there be a race in this world whose only thought is fighting? It's unbelievable.
Fortunately, they had some self-awareness and didn't provoke him; otherwise, he would have wiped them out long ago.
Sharpfeather Clan
A dimly lit, secluded room made of stacked stones, with a few strands of spider webs hanging slowly from the ceiling.
The ground was covered with a thick layer of dust, with only a few shallow footprints indicating that someone had once set foot here.
Feng Xu stood motionless in the center of the secret room, his body ramrod straight but unable to hide his anxiety.
He stared intently at the Yellow Springs Illusory Dream Remnant Page.
After a long pause, he finally couldn't hold back any longer and slammed his fist into the ground, muttering angrily, "Damn it! What's hidden in all of this?!"
He couldn't help but think of the humans imprisoned in the dungeon, and gritted his teeth, saying, "They let humans freely enter and leave the Green Wilderness, but restrict us alone. Fine, truly excellent!"
Thinking of this, his aura suddenly exploded, and the powerful force caused the surrounding pebbles to fall from their original positions, scattering dust everywhere.
A new patch of messy marks appeared on the ground, and his hand was tightly gripping the stone platform where the Yellow Springs Illusory Dream Remnant Page were placed, leaving a deep handprint.
Dungeon
Within this cramped dungeon passage, a chilling aura permeated the air.
Water droplets occasionally fell from the cracks in the rocks, making a piercing sound that was particularly jarring in the deathly silence.
The dried, blackened bloodstains on the ground, which had endured countless years, told the story of the past tragedy.
Moldy straw was piled up haphazardly, emitting a foul stench, and insects and rodents roamed freely.
Guan Huo was tightly chained to the stone wall with heavy iron chains. His lips were cracked and bloodless, and his body was covered with shocking wounds.
He was breathing heavily, his voice so weak it was almost inaudible, and he murmured, "... If I don't get out soon, I'm afraid I won't last more than a few days with these injuries."
He strained to turn his neck, his gaze laboriously landing on the few people in the next cell, all of whom were disciples of the Human Immortal Daoist Grounds.
Disciples of the Human Immortal Daoist Grounds possess a unique means of communication, allowing them to clearly sense each other's location and whether they are injured.
They realized Guan Huo was seriously injured and rushed over immediately, only to be beaten severely and brought to this prison.
Guan Huo looked at Liu Qian, who was barely breathing, and called out in a hoarse voice, "... Senior Sister Liu, are you alright?"
Liu Qian's fingers trembled slightly, but she had no strength left to respond, "..."
Guan Huo's voice trembled as he said, "Senior Sister Liu, you must hold on a little longer!"
However, all that answered him was his heavy, unsettling breathing.
The disciples of the Human Immortal Daoist Grounds were indeed too weak. Apart from Liu Qian and Guan Huo, the rest of them had fallen into a coma, and two of them had their life force so weak that it was almost non-existent.
Guan Huo was filled with grief and indignation, but he could only watch helplessly as everything unfolded, completely powerless to do anything about it.
Sharpfeather Clan
A giant stone eagle statue spreads its wings, majestic and awe-inspiring, as if it is about to break free of its restraints and soar into the sky.
The two sides of the gate were covered with a dense array of sharp spikes, which gleamed coldly in the sunlight.
The animal bones hanging above the gate swayed gently in the breeze, making a tinkling sound.
Suddenly, a series of steady footsteps sounded. The guard outside the door instantly became alert, looked up sharply, and shouted, "Who goes there!"
Feng Chi strode out from behind Nan Xunran, his posture upright and his expression cold and stern, and said, "Me."
A look of surprise flashed across the guard's face, and he stammered, "Elder Feng? You... you've come?"
Feng Chi crossed his arms, a slight smile playing on his lips, "Do I need to explain myself to you about coming here?"
The guard hurriedly shook his head, looking flustered. "No, no, no."
Feng Chi took a large step forward and shouted sharply, "Make way, let us in."
The guard's gaze swept over Nan Xunran and the others, a hint of hesitation on his face. "They..."
Feng Chi's eyes widened. "Don't you trust me?"
The guard quickly lowered his head and repeatedly replied, "No, no, please come in."
Feng Chi turned around, gave Nan Xunran a slight bow, and a hint of smugness flashed across his face. "Boss, let's go."
He secretly rejoiced. It's great to be powerful; being able to show off to the boss is awesome!
Under the watchful eyes of the guards, the group slowly entered the Sharpfeather Clan.
Their shadows were stretched exceptionally long in the slanting sunlight.
The guard watched their retreating figures, his brow furrowed, and muttered to himself, "Should we report this to the clan chief?"
His companion glared at him and said impatiently, "Don't you trust Elder Feng?"