Yan Ju and Heng'e walked out of Lesser Yang Hall. From afar, they could see the entire Emperor Yan Tribe gradually changing.
Hunting parties returned from the distant mountains and forests, or set out once more. Everywhere, demonic beasts let out heart-rending wails, while the aura of blood and Baleful Intent hung thick in the air.
By the stream was a place dedicated to slaughtering demonic beasts!
Special body-tempering cultivators in the tribe were responsible for the slaughter. They took pride in bathing in demonic beast blood, and could even control the souls of demonic beasts, wielding all manner of extraordinary powers.
In more distant ages, cultivators who followed the path of the ancient gods had in fact been reluctant to do such filthy work, for blood and Baleful Intent could cloud their minds, making them vulnerable to backlash from demonic beast souls.
Yet as the heavenly treasures and earthly materials between heaven and earth dwindled, the path of the ancient gods suddenly became impossibly distant. The clansmen no longer shunned such things. So long as they could master more divine abilities and secret arts, so long as they could survive their brutal struggles against demonic beasts, the warriors would not hesitate.
Yan Ju and Heng'e could clearly sense the change in people's hearts.
Even the Emperor Yan Tribe was moving in this direction, let alone the other tribes.
After the slaughter, many women of the tribe dragged away pieces of beast hide and skeletal frames, washing them before sending them farther away.
It lay at the edge of the forest!
Within a mountain valley, the scene was blazing with activity. Cauldrons and furnaces rose one after another, while firelight shot skyward from deep beneath the earth.
That was the valley where weapons were forged and artifacts refined. The valley