(Oh, almighty readers, I'm taking my driving test tomorrow. Wish me luck...)
This place lay too far from the Pan Tribe's heartland. With the mountains in the way, even the nearest Pan Tribe city, Dun City east of Daqiang Mountain, was a thousand miles away.
For over a century, the Pan Tribe had shown no interest in expanding in this direction.
That had given the Western Qiang Tribes, large and small, time to recover their strength and grow in number. Their population now exceeded five million. The land was no kinder than the Black Rock Mountains, and its harshness had made their warriors fearsome.
Tang Changsheng walked across the Wasteland beneath howling North Wind and driving snow. The flakes fell so thickly that he could not see far ahead, while the snow on the ground rose above his thighs.
But such obstacles mattered only to ordinary people. No weather, however savage, could hinder Tang Changsheng.
A Yang Spirit had, after all, transcended mortality and entered the sacred realm. One could even be called a Demigod. How could foul weather pose a problem?
He crossed the endless snow without leaving a single footprint.
After walking for who knew how long, he spotted a tribe sheltering for the winter in a valley embraced by mountains.
"So this is the Luoquan Tribe? It shouldn't be hard to persuade them!"
Tang Changsheng smiled faintly and quickened his pace. Before he reached the tribe, he sensed an unusual power.
He knew that power well by now. It was immature Divine Power, marked by totem and ancestor worship. Its source could not even be called an Ancestral God. This was the power of an Ancestral Spirit!
A small, thin Wizard emerged, wrapped in a heavy wolfskin cloak. Supported by others, he made his way forward with