One look through the Three Realms Mirror told Tang Changsheng that the Earth Qi here had been severed. The terrain had long since lost its former configuration. Even the fissure Zhang Monkey had fallen into back then had probably been split open by an earthquake.
With the Soul Stone in hand, Tang Changsheng easily sensed where the Ancient Tomb lay and was about to head over. But Yin Wind howled, and from more than ten miles short of the tomb came gunshots and screams.
There was a camp there. Several camouflage tents had been pitched, and dozens of fully armed men and women stood with their backs to the camp, nervously defending it.
The trees rustled on every side. Every sigh of wind sounded like a crane's cry, every blade of grass and every tree like an enemy soldier. Now and then, a wild wolf lunged out, only to be riddled with holes by heavy fire.
Tang Changsheng saw through the situation at a glance. This should be somewhere near Great Chu's border. These Armed Militants clearly aren't part of Great Chu's military.
Could they be guerrillas working for the drug lords? Or soldiers from one of the small countries nearby?
The Cloudmist Peninsula, where the Cloudmist Mountain Range stood, was one of the world's most notorious opium-producing regions.
Before Great Chu was founded, Britain had already harbored a wolf's ambition. It grew opium nearby and sold it into the Central Land, where countless people took to smoking it.
Later, the Founding Emperor established the nation and banned opium, bringing Great Chu and Britain to blows. By the time the Changmao rebellion broke out, opium cultivation here had reached its peak, and its growers poured the drug into Great Chu.
After the Founding Ancestor restored the nation, he imposed a