Heart Tribulation (Wacky)

Chapter 23: Heart Tribulation (Ridiculous)

"Say, Great Wu Xing Tian, does Great Wu Kuafu have some kind of special hobby?"

Having followed behind Xing Tian, Shen Gui still couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

Hearing this, Xing Tian was slightly taken aback: "Special hobby? What do you mean?"

"Like being especially close to certain male clansmen compared to others?"

Xing Tian thought for a moment: "Now that you mention it, Brother Kuafu and Brother Hou Yi do seem particularly close. But that's perfectly normal, nothing strange about it. After all, Brother Kuafu and Brother Hou Yi were born as part of the same batch of Great Wus, they got to know each other early on, so it's only natural they'd be closer."

Hou Yi?

Shen Gui's body stiffened, and he stood frozen in place.

Why did it have to be Hou Yi?

And they grew up together like childhood sweethearts?

What was Chang'e supposed to do?

Could it be that this was why Chang'e ate the elixir of immortality and ascended?

A jumble of chaotic thoughts flashed through Shen Gui's mind, so much so that he didn't even pay attention to Xing Tian's explanation.

And so, in a daze, Shen Gui followed Xing Tian into the tribe. Along the way, people kept greeting Xing Tian, especially the young Wu Clan members, who gazed with worshipful eyes at the Giant Beast corpse slung over his back.

In the Wu Clan, only adults left the tribe to hunt, and Great Wus like Xing Tian shouldered most of the hunting duties.

In other words, the old and weak of the Wu Clan could survive unharmed only because of the efforts of Great Wus like Xing Tian.

For any race, this was undoubtedly a healthy development model, especially in the Primordial Wilderness, where danger lurked everywhere. Such a model minimized the loss of strength during development, allowing a race to grow as quickly as possible.

From this perspective, it made sense that the Wu Clan, relying on their own strength alone, could walk the path of contending with the numerous Demon Race for supremacy over the Primordial Wilderness.

At the very least, the Demon Race still suffered from various internal conflicts among its tribes.

Leaving that aside, after handing over the Giant Beast corpse to the clansmen responsible for processing food, Xing Tian led Shen Gui to his dwelling in the tribe.

The dwellings in the Wu Clan tribe were simple stone houses, no different from the cities of the Demon Race. After all, stone and wood were the easiest materials to obtain, and stone was certainly more durable than wood.

Entering the house, Xing Tian said casually, "Brother Shen Gui, make yourself at home."

As he spoke, Xing Tian pulled down a strip of something like dried meat hanging from the wall and, from somewhere, produced a large jar, setting it on the table.

Seeing Shen Gui's puzzled expression, Xing Tian explained, "It's just some homemade dried meat from the tribe, and some brewed wine. Brother Shen Gui, have a little something for now. When everyone eats tonight, I'll treat you properly."

Hearing this, Shen Gui paused, picked up a piece of dried meat from the stone table, and his expression inexplicably turned wistful.

Eat?

Shen Gui couldn't remember the last time he had eaten anything. Once one reached a certain level of cultivation, they could refine the essence of heaven and earth to sustain themselves, so there was no need for food.

Shen Gui had been a Chaos Demon God since his transmigration, so naturally, he had no need to eat. After the creation of the world, he awoke as the Mysterious Black Tortoise of the Northern Darkness, already at the peak of Quasi-Saint, and still had no need to eat. Even later, when he reshaped his physical body with Mysterious Yellow Qi and took human form, he was already at the Golden Immortal realm, so eating was unnecessary.

Thus, strictly speaking, the last proper meal Shen Gui had was probably his final dinner before transmigrating, right?

If his memory served, it was playing games until late at night, then making a cup of instant noodles, eating, and going to sleep.

When he woke up, he had already transmigrated.

Slowly, he tore off a strip of dried meat from the stone table and put it in his mouth. It was some unknown Demonic Beast's meat, but it was very chewy.

If he put a piece like this in instant noodles, it would probably taste great, wouldn't it?

Shen Gui thought absently.

He suddenly felt a bit tired.

Before transmigrating, he had been alone, scraping by on odd jobs online.

After transmigrating, with a life-and-death tribulation looming before him, he was still alone, with no one to rely on.

He could only struggle on his own, hoping to survive the deadly calamity.

The tribulation of Pangu's creation had passed in a blur.

Because of Pangu's mercy, he had been left with his Primordial Spirit.

But what about this time?

Sure, relying on his foreknowledge, he had split the main body of his Primordial Spirit in advance. Even if the Mysterious Black Tortoise of the Northern Darkness ultimately couldn't escape its fate of falling, his true body would remain unharmed, merely losing an incarnation.

But what about the next time?

If another death tribulation came, could he still survive it safely?

Below the Saints, all are ants.

And these ants had to scheme for their survival through the great tribulations of the Primordial Wilderness.

In these great tribulations, even the mighty Di Jun and Tai Yi, and the Twelve Ancestor Witches, would fall.

How many great tribulations could he survive?

In the stone house, Shen Gui chewed on the meat, but the aura around him grew dimmer and dimmer.