God-Beating Whip

God-Beating Whip. Everyone followed the narrow path forward, warily watching their surroundings.

The forest was quiet yet brimming with life. From time to time, brightly feathered birds could be seen flitting past, and the faint sound of running water came from the distance, but they did not encounter any aggressive creatures.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

An enormous valley ringed by mountains appeared before their eyes.

The terrain in the valley was gentle, streams murmured through it, and paths crisscrossed like fields in a grid. Large swaths of farmland had actually been opened up there, planted with many crops never seen in the outside world, all glowing with a faint spiritual light.

At the center of the valley, nestled against the mountains and beside the water, stood an ancient complex of buildings.

They were not the imagined golden, jade-bright immortal palaces or divine temples, but houses, halls, and towers built from massive gray-white blocks of stone.

Their style was simple, rugged, and carried a desolate aura from the Prehistoric World.

Most eye-catching of all was an especially tall stone hall at the center of the complex.

And at this moment, on the square before the stone hall, shadowy figures had gathered—quite a few "people," it seemed.

When they saw Zhou Qing and his group emerge from the forest, those "people" clearly stirred.

Soon, a group of people walked toward them.

There were about thirty or forty of them, men and women, old and young alike, dressed in simple clothing made from sackcloth or animal hide, in ancient styles.

Their features resembled those of Huaxia people, but were more three-dimensional. Their skin was a healthy bronze, and their eyes were clear.

At their head were three elders, their hair white as snow, yet their