"Whoosh~"
Withered black-and-yellow leaves rose and fell, drifting silently through the air. Fine horses trod upon floating clouds and soared into the sky.
Six carriages stretched before and behind like a winding celestial dragon. After a brief spell of weightlessness following the overload, they gradually steadied. E Qi Rui stroked the feelers in his robes, leaned against the carriage wall, and lifted a corner of the curtain with his index finger. Wisps of drifting clouds rolled past the window.
Wanxiang Meng, one of the Nine Forts of the Southern Border.
It lay somewhat toward the rear of the central Southern Border, covered in hills, mountains, and marshlands.
Legend had it that this was the blessed land granted by the Twelve Red Fang Elephant Gods, Badanis, beings of boundless strength. Three ancient elephant Demon Kings lived here, commanding eight great elephant herds and tens of millions of giant elephants. The Ren Clan ancestors of Wanxiang Meng had formed Symbiotic Contracts with the ancient elephant Demon Kings. They hacked their way through thorns and brambles, turned soil, leveled mountains, and gradually developed a harmonious homeland where humans and elephants lived together, multiplying and flourishing. The marshy hills had thus gained their name and fame.
The leading Da Xi of Wanxiang Meng was an ironclad supporter of the current Tusi of the Southern Border.
Black Water Poison Ren Ye and Corpse Fiend Ren Ze, father and son, were both from Wanxiang Meng.
At the time, a father and son each bearing a title had been a tale praised far and wide. Because they had given the Tusi their utmost support, when the campaign against Da Shun had just begun, Corpse Fiend Ren Ze had charged at the forefront. Who could have expected that, just as he was advancing in triumph, King of Huai