Beneath the altar, someone spotted Qin Heng and leapt up in delight, babbling away in some language before kowtowing and worshipping him, as though begging him to help with something.
Qin Heng swept his divine sense over them and found that none were Star Lords. There were not even many in the Transcendent Realm; most merely possessed the physiques of Martial Masters and Great Martial Masters. At a glance, they were indigenous inhabitants of the Cosmic Frontier Wasteland.
He transmitted his voice with divine sense and asked, "What... do you seek?"
Hearing the voice in their minds, the plainly dressed ancient people grew even more excited, their kowtows resounding with loud thuds.
An elderly man with Transcendent Realm strength raised both hands. Judging by his attire, he seemed to be a "priest." He replied through divine sense, "Reporting to Upper God, we are your most devout people, worshipping you generation after generation. Now our homeland has suffered an invasion by the Flying Snake Race. They have many God-Level Warriors, and we cannot fight them head-on. Our clan stands on the brink of extinction. We beg Upper God to act, drive away the Flying Snake Race, and let us defend this last refuge. We are willing to offer our most precious gems, our finest food, our most beautiful women... As long as you are willing to help, we can give you anything!"
"Flying Snake Race? Six-Winged Flying Serpents?" Qin Heng immediately grew interested upon hearing this.
Idle Cloud Immortal Lord had asked him to help gather three items. Two were virtually impossible to obtain, while the Six-Winged Flying Serpent was the most realistic prospect.
He had only just arrived here and had immediately encountered the Flying Snake Race. It seemed fate had arranged it.
Hearing Qin Heng murmur, the high priest