For Chu Xisheng and Ye Zhiqiu, twenty li was no farther than eighty or a hundred paces for an ordinary person.
The two flew through the air and arrived outside the human village in moments.
The village was indeed large, large enough to be called a small town.
A crude stone wall enclosed over a thousand scattered thatched cottages. The only stone building was the ironworks at the center, surrounded by seven enormous chimneys towering twenty zhang high.
Looking from afar, Chu Xisheng saw over a thousand strong-bodied humans working nearby.
Their hair was disheveled and their faces filthy, their upper bodies bare and their skin covered in whip marks.
Three Mara Giant Spirits, each roughly eight zhang tall, also sat in the square before the ironworks.
These three appeared to be the village's overseers. Holding long whips, they watched the outside warily.
The battle earlier had taken place close to the village. There was no way these three lower sixth-rank Giant Spirits had failed to notice it.
Chu Xisheng also noticed extensive fields of Mai and millet around the village.
But weeds filled the fields, and there were no irrigation ditches, a clear contrast to the meticulous farming of the humans of the Divine Land.
Ye Zhiqiu gazed into the distance, her expression complicated. "The human Slave Tribes controlled by Giant Spirits mainly smelt iron for the descendants of those Giant Gods, and make magic artifacts, tools, furniture, and such. They say that before our ancestors escaped Mount Buzhou under the Origin Emperor's leadership and settled in the Divine Land, they lived just like this. Not only did they have to forge all kinds of objects for the Giant Spirits, they also had to farm to feed themselves. Their suffering was beyond words."
Chu Xisheng knew that this Origin