Faced with Withered Wood Clan Leader's earnest advice, Shiheng just nodded slightly.
His expression was calm and gentle, and there was no hint of refutation on his face, nor did he explain the Seven-Star Fiend fights he had experienced along the way across the wasteland, and the demonic bandits he had killed.
After this Hell trip to the border, he had already gained insight into the normal life of Human Race here.
The old man in front of me has been sticking to his tribe for millions of years. He is surrounded by the light of swords and blood shadows every day, and he lives in danger of destruction all the time.
This extreme caution of walking on thin ice is not cowardice, but the surviving instinct of Hell Human Race carved into the bone marrow and integrated into the bones and blood. It is a way of life that has been forged through millions of years of blood and tears.
Shiheng There is only understanding and respect in my heart.
"Senior's teachings, I have memorized them."
His tone was sincere and candid, his attitude was respectful, and he solemnly responded to the old man's instructions.
Yuan Xiao and Yuan Su on the side are also well aware of the difficulty of the Human Race patriarch.
The two of them bowed slightly and nodded, looking at the old man with sincere respect in their eyes.
Standing alone for millions of years to protect the last remaining flames of Human Race, this bravery and tenacity are worthy of all the people of the same race to bow down and learn from.
Withered Wood Clan Leader looked at the group of young monks who had come from afar in front of him, and there was a trace of complicated emotions in his cloudy eyes.
These Human Race descendants who came from across the border are not very advanced in cultivation, and their experience is far less than that of the Hell indigenous monks. In terms of survival experience when fighting alone, they are not even as good as those in the tribe who fight all year round.
But their eyes are clean and pure, their hearts are persevering, and their whole bodies are full of vigorous and upward energy.
Hell Human Race does not have the numbness, cowardice and cowardice honed by endless slaughter, nor does it have the bloodiness and pride that were wiped out by desperate circumstances.
This fresh vitality and unwillingness to sink are things that he has completely wiped out and never seen again in the millions of years he has been guarding Withered Wood Tribe.
The old man sighed softly in his heart, suppressed all his thoughts, raised his hand and waved lightly, signaling everyone to stand still.
"Everyone, come down to the ground."
"There is too much movement in the void for a long time, and the aura can easily spread, attracting the prying eyes of the dormant Different Races around, which will only increase the trouble."
He glanced at everyone, his tone filled with guilt and helplessness.
"Our tribe is located in an ancient and barren land. It is simple and dilapidated. Especially in terms of material, it is far inferior to the fertile land for your practice in the past Plane."
"I've come a long way and been wandering all the way, so I have to stop here to rest and recuperate."
After the words fell, Shiheng nodded slightly and took the lead.
With Yuan Xiao, Yuan Su, and more than a hundred monks Human Race behind him who came across Plane, they slowly descended from the void and stepped firmly on the rough and simple stone square in the center of the tribe.
The moment your feet touch the ground, you can feel the cold and hard stone surface. Everything you see is dilapidated and desolate, and the vicissitudes of time are everywhere.
In this whole tribe of dead trees, there are no exquisite buildings or pavilions, no secret place for gathering souls, and no atmosphere of a holy land for spiritual practice.
The place is full of low stone houses made of piled stones. God-level could use Laws to build a more luxurious residence, but they find it eye-catching and can only live in a simple residence if they can. The walls are mottled and cracked, and are densely covered with knife marks of different shades, claw marks and marks burned by magic flames.
Every scar is a witness to a fight and a remnant of a life-and-death disaster.
Laws of the World here is a bit thin, but it is much clearer than Laws of the World of the Yulan Continent.
However, there is an endless wisp of cold evil energy permeating the air all year round, silently eroding Human Race's physical body and Divine Soul, suppressing the cultivation foundation of the tribe day after day, and blocking the path of breakthrough for countless descendants.
Around the square, more than 3,000 remaining Withered Wood Tribe clan members stood in twos and threes.
Most of them are thin and thin, with sallow and haggard complexions. The long-term lack of resources and the erosion of evil spirits have long lost the spirit that God-level, Saint strong men should have.
Deep in everyone's eyes, there is lingering fear, cowardice and numbness.
A group of tribesmen stood around from a distance, quietly looking at Shiheng's group, and no one dared to approach them rashly.
When members of the same race meet, there is a faint hint of joy in their eyes, which is the meager warmth of encountering a fellow race in a desperate situation.
But more importantly, it is the fear and vigilance that go deep into the bones.
For millions of years, endless oppression, plunder, and endless killings have completely shattered Hell Human Race's trust.
In this desperate situation where thousands of races are devouring people, even if they are of the same origin and race, they dare not easily talk to each other or let down their guard.
After all the monks stood firm, Withered Wood Clan Leader raised his hand and dismissed the tribesmen who were waiting in formation and on guard.
The tightness Divine Power that had lingered around him for decades completely dissipated, and his old face showed deep fatigue and vicissitudes of life that could not be concealed.
Millions of years of stressing day and night, protecting the clan day and night, had already exhausted most of his energy.
He raised his eyes and looked intently at Shiheng, who had an outstanding temperament and was calm and restrained. He was silent for a moment, and then in a low and hoarse voice, he slowly told the most tragic and cruel true situation of Human Race in the border area of Hell.
"You are new here, so you may not know the cruel rules of Hell at all."
"Hell There are thousands of races in the heavens. The strong ones separate their territories and the weak ones are reduced to mere dogs."
"In this world, Human Race is the lowest and most humble existence."
"Demon Race dominates the wasteland, Demon Race is entrenched in the mountains, and all races are murderous. Countless top powerful races carve up the entire Hell territory, divide it into exclusive demonic lands, and have endless resources."
"Only I, Human Race, have no exclusive territory to stand on, no top ethnic group to back me up to protect, and no ancient heritage to nourish me."
Speaking of this, the old man's voice choked up slightly, and his chest was filled with endless sadness, unwillingness and despair.
"We are like weeds in the sky and earth swaying in the wind, helpless and helpless. We are trampled on and slaughtered at will. Life, death, honor and disgrace are never up to us."
"You may not know that a million years ago, on the vast land of Ancient Wilderness Frontier, there were seven large Human Race tribes."
"At that time, I, Human Race, had millions of tribesmen, the tribe was prosperous, and there were even high-ranking gods and powerful men sitting on one side, and we also had a brief period of glorious prosperity."
"But prosperity is short-lived, and catastrophes are long-lasting."
"In just a few hundred thousand years, the seven Human Race giants collapsed and were destroyed one after another, and no one was spared."
"Some were trampled across the territory by Demon Race's cavalry and massacred; some were treated as experienced prey by Different Races and surrounded and killed; some were involved in the melee between top gods and demons, and the entire territory was completely annihilated."
"The seas have changed, the war has burned the sky."
"To this day, within the vast Ancient Wilderness Frontier, thousands of miles away from the Demonic Land, only our Withered Wood Tribe and other Six Great Tribes's Human Race are left, struggling to survive."
Every word and every word is a past made of blood and tears. Every word is weeping blood and the voice is sad.
It has been shaken by wind and rain for millions of years, and it has been defended with blood for millions of years.
With only the meager combat power of one Midgod, he withstood the oppression of thousands of tribes and defended the three thousand people of the tribe. In the desperate situation of Hell where gods and demons were rampant and murderous intentions were everywhere, he managed to retain the last few wisps of immortal fire for Human Race.
The hardships experienced, the blood and tears endured, and the despair endured are heavy and heavy that outsiders can never pry into or imagine.
Yuan Xiao on the side listened quietly, his face became more and more serious, and his eyebrows were full of solemnity.
Yuan Su, who has always been cold-hearted and emotionless, had a deep sense of compassion and emotion in the depths of his clear and cold eyes.
The two of them have also seen countless desperate situations and hardships in their own Plane, and witnessed countless life and death separations.
But they have never seen such a desperate fate for the ethnic group - there is no hope of life in the entire world, and there is no room for Human Race to gain a foothold!
Shiheng's eyes were deep and calm, and he stood there silently, listening to the old man's blood and tears.
The desire to kill and the determination to protect the clan that surged in my heart became stronger and more determined.
At this moment, he finally fully understood that the cowardice, fear and numbness of Human Race here were never weak or humble in nature.
It was millions of years of endless slaughter that smoothed away all the edges and corners of Human Race bit by bit; it was the eternal suffering of desperate situations that completely wiped away all the edge and pride of the tribe.
Withered Wood Clan Leader took a deep breath, suppressed the sadness in his heart, raised his eyes again, and his eyes fell firmly on Shiheng.
The young man in front of me seems to have only Lowgod cultivation, but he has a tall and straight posture, a calm demeanor, and a calm and determined attitude. He is far superior to the monks of his generation and is completely different from the immature juniors who have just entered Hell.
He pondered for a moment and then slowly asked.
"You came across the border, you think Hell is your paradise?"
"I would like to advise you, you may not know that Hell is a prison in a desperate situation."
"Once you set foot here, it's almost impossible to return to your original state Plane."
Shiheng know that when the strength is strong enough, the entire heaven Plane is at my disposal. But these Human Race Highgod have not reached it, and my knowledge is limited.
Yuan Xiao and the others nodded slightly, with calm expressions and firm tones.
"Senior, don't worry, we know the pros and cons."
"From the moment we crossed the border and entered Hell, we had already cut our way home and were ready to stay rooted in Hell for the rest of our lives."
"Take root Hell?"
Withered Wood Clan Leader was startled when he heard the sound, his cloudy eyes full of astonishment.
The next moment, he slowly shook his head, revealing a bitter smile that was full of helplessness and despair.
"Young people, after all, have too little experience, pure minds, and are too naive."
"This land of Hell has never been inhabitable by me, Human Race."
"The world of low Plane is stable and peaceful. Human Race can still practice stably, reproduce and have a moment of peace."
"But in this land of Hell, where thousands of people bite people, being weak is the original sin, and being born Human Race is the biggest sin!"
"Don't talk about taking root and establishing a foothold, opening up new territories, we, the weak tribesmen, even if we only survive for a day, we have to be in fear every day, risk our lives, and risk all our lives."
He looked at Shiheng and others, and spoke with sincerity and sincerity, each sentence containing lessons accumulated over millions of years of blood and tears.
"I have guarded the tribe for millions of years. In this life, I have seen countless talented and high-spirited Human Race geniuses."
"They all joined Hell for the first time. They are all proud and ambitious. They want to use their own efforts to create a Human Race world in this desperate situation."
"But what about the end?"
"Without exception, they all fell into the sand and died tragically under the Different Races butcher's knife. No bones were left, and their ambitions were hard to realize."
The heavy words fell on the silent square, the words were cold and the sentences were realistic.
"So I give you a piece of advice."
"Now that you have come, make peace with it. Stay safely in the tribe, lie low and dormant, hide your edge, and just try to save your life."
"You must not go out without authorization, do not actively provoke any Different Races forces, and do not attempt to compete for cultivation resources or develop Human Territory."
"In this world, once Human Race shows his strength, it will lead to disaster and massacre!"
This warning does not contain the slightest hint of cowardice and retreat, nor does it mean to live in contention. It is simply the most cruel and true truth of Hell survival that has been gained through millions of years of life-and-death struggle.
Around the square, all the Kumu tribesmen who were watching nodded silently.
Everyone's eyes are filled with deep recognition and numbness.
After millions of years of suppression, they have completely accepted their fate and dare not have any extravagant hopes or ambitions.
For them, being able to live safely today is the greatest luck.
The entire stone square was completely shrouded in an extremely dead silence, oppressive and suffocating atmosphere, making people breathless.
At this moment when all thoughts are silent and everyone accepts their fate.
Shiheng slowly raised his eyes.
His eyes were clear and translucent, calm and firm, without any confusion or fear.
A calm voice suddenly sounded, clear and powerful, with a majestic power that penetrated people's hearts and shook the whole place, resounding throughout the tribal square!
"Senior."
"In the past, Human Race withered and fell and was slaughtered by others. It was not because Human Race was incompetent, but because no one dared to hold up Human Race's backbone!"
"No one dares to fight against the odds, no one dares to fight with blood, no one dares to fight for a chance of survival and a piece of territory for the humble fellow tribesmen!"
"But from now on, everything will be different."
He stood alone among the thin and desperate Human Race remnants.
The body posture is as straight as a pine tree, and the back is as straight as a peak.
The body is not majestic and domineering, but it is like a needle that calms the sea in troubled times, firmly holding down the entire world of depression and despair.
Facing the astonished, shocked, and disbelieving looks of everyone in the audience, Shiheng's eyes were blazing, his words were sonorous, and he swore an oath in public!
"I, Shiheng, today swear an oath with the blood of Human Race!"
"Since then, we have taken root in Hell and will never retreat!"
"With the knife in my hand, I swear to protect the Human Race bloodline in the world to the death!"
"With my own strength, I will open up the territory for Human Race forever!"
"In the past, Human Race suffered millions of years of bullying, massacre, and all kinds of humiliation!"
"From today onwards, I will collect them one by one and settle them all!"
The sonorous oath shook the heavens and the earth, and every word was a thousand words, echoing in the barren valley!
There are no arrogant lies, no exaggerated ambitions, every word and every sentence carries heavy determination and indomitable obsession to kill!
Withered Wood Clan Leader's whole body was shaken violently, and his body suddenly froze in place, his eyes staring blankly at the young Human Race junior in front of him.
In the young man's eyes, there was no fear and no luck.
Only the clear and sharp edge, the confidence to change fate against the will of heaven, and the majestic belief that can subvert Human Race's eternal despair!
The old Dao Heart, who had been silent for millions of years, had long been completely dead, and had lost his blood, at this moment, he trembled violently and suddenly came to life!
His cloudy eyes suddenly lit up with a long-lost, weak but bright light.
At this moment, a ridiculous but extremely real premonition suddenly occurred in his heart.
Perhaps, this group of Human Race juniors who came from across the border and are full of energy.
It can really break Hell Human Race's eternal tragic fate!
Hell Human Race Millions of years of humiliation and despair.
Perhaps, we really need to completely rewrite it from today, from this moment on!