After flying through the remote, uninhabited grasslands for several months, he finally began to see traces of human habitation.
This seemed to be a place called the Tahe Tribe, with more than a thousand people.
Shepherd slaves, herds of cattle and sheep, chieftains, warriors, felt tents scattered throughout the tribe like dumplings, and the lingering stench of cattle and sheep dung in the air.
Everything was no different from the Black Snow Great Grassland. Everyone shared the same mode of production: a nomadic economy.
The only difference lay in their weapons.
Jiang Ding swept his divine sense across the surroundings and discovered in surprise that every warrior and herdsman here carried only swords: iron swords, bronze swords, and for impoverished shepherd slaves, sharpened bamboo swords, wooden swords, and even polished stone swords.
Other than swords, there were no other weapons.
No sabers, no spears, no bows, no armor, no darts. Whether for self-defense, killing enemies, or hunting, they relied entirely on the three-foot blade in their hands. People often died while hunting or fighting, yet no one thought of changing to another weapon.
In theory, long spears, bows and arrows, and armor could greatly enhance the combat strength of low-level warriors. Even putting on stone armor would do.
These things did not need to be taught. So long as one or two people tried them and gained victory, they would immediately spread and replicate through the population exponentially.
Yet the reality was that there were only swords.
"Another enormous and abnormal influence exerted by a Cultivation Sect upon the secular world."
Jiang Ding muttered to himself, recalling the Dragon-Phoenix Ranking of the Seven Feathers Sect's Yue Kingdom, something all mortals had grown accustomed to existing and tirelessly participated in.
He was in no hurry to leave. He silently observed the