A Peculiar Funeral

"This is a disaster for the entire Transparent Race, and a disaster for the entire world!" the old man said excitedly.

Hearing this, the soldier could only patiently explain to him, "It won't take over the entire world. Dead creatures will turn into nutrients and enter the natural cycle of matter. It's the same for both the Transparent Race and the Flesh Race."

But the old man still refused to believe, and angrily rebuked, "You Flesh Race people don't understand at all, because you yourselves are Undying Things, that's why you defend yourselves."

"Our race has been trying to solve this problem for generations, and we have made countless efforts for it."

"In the beginning, our Prophet even tried to reconcile with the Flesh Race, but the Flesh Race didn't care at all, only caring about massacring us, completely ignoring the disaster."

"So many years have passed, and we have long given up on reconciliation. Only by constantly fighting and driving out the Flesh Race can we save the world."

The more the old man spoke, the more heartbroken he became.

Seeing this, the soldier also spread his hands to his companions, indicating that he couldn't communicate.

Then, the old man apologized to Captain Su, "Sorry, I got a little emotional. Sorry, I wasn't targeting you."

"The Flesh Race in this place has been fighting with us for too long. When I talk about these things, I always have trouble controlling my temper."

Captain Su waved his hand, indicating it was fine.

Mo Ling's mood at this time was the same as that of the soldier.

Helpless and amused.

That Prophet is truly a talent, to be able to come up with such a reason for a disaster. He's truly a charlatan.

The more Mo Ling thought about it, the more he felt that the Transparent Race people were truly ignorant.

Even Li Luo, who had been expressionless all this time, puffed out her cheeks at this moment, unable to control the smile on her face.

They hadn't walked long before the group arrived at an area where giant mushrooms grew, their tops faintly emitting a blue fluorescence.

"We're almost there," the old man said excitedly, unconsciously quickening his pace.

Inside the mushroom forest, various artificial structures had already appeared, most of which were made of stone.

Some small plots of farmland were scattered haphazardly everywhere, surrounded by low fences, containing various stunted food crops.

There were also some small conical stone piles built with pebbles of the same size within the forest.

These stone piles appeared together, like the product of some ritual.

"What are those?" a soldier had already asked the old man of the Transparent Race.

"Those are tombstones," the old man explained.

The soldier asked in confusion, "Didn't you turn into water on the spot after death? What do you need tombstones for?"

But the subsequent actions of those Transparent Race people explained the existence of these tombstones.

They came to the place where the conical stone piles converged, dug a pit, and put in weapons and clothing stained with the liquid of their clansmen.

Then they found pebbles of the same size nearby and forcefully threw them into the pit.

When they threw them, they were very angry, not like mourning their ancestors, but rather like attacking enemies.

More and more pebbles were thrown, eventually forming a stone pile.

Not only that, but these people also smashed the remaining pebbles onto the existing tombstones.

After one Transparent Race member finished smashing, their companions would come over and continue smashing.

This kind of burial culture left everyone dumbfounded.

When only the last stone remained, the Transparent Race members stood in a circle, holding the last stone, surrounding the pile of pebbles. They closed their eyes and began to recite the eulogy:

"Transparent born of Gods, soul born of heaven and earth."

"Break the Undying Wood into a curved bow."

"Forge the Undying Thorn into a dagger."

"Weave the Undying Hide into armor."

"Transform the Undying Bone into a sharp blade."

"Expel the Undying Thing."

"Grind away the Undying Soul."

"The Transparent body dissipates, endless memories remain."

The Transparent Race members stood around the pile of pebbles. After reciting the eulogy, they all fiercely smashed the last stone onto the pile of pebbles.

The ceremony was complete.

The stone landed steadily on the pile, forming a perfect conical stone pile.

After watching the Transparent Race's funeral, Mo Ling finally understood some of the principles behind it.

It turned out that the weapons and clothing of these Transparent Race members were made from what they considered "Undying Things."

From this perspective, this strange burial culture only formed after the Flesh Race arrived in this world.

"I didn't expect the Flesh Race's influence on their culture to be so profound."

But because of their ignorance, this influence even seemed somewhat ridiculous.

After the funeral was over, the elder led the Human team further inside.

Stone buildings became more and more numerous, built next to giant mushrooms, and the architectural style became increasingly magnificent.

At first, there were only simple stone houses made of irregularly stacked stones, but later, tall houses made of processed stone bricks could be seen.

Finally, there were even temple-style buildings like the Human Parthenon.

The temple was supported by tall stone pillars, with a gable roof at both ends forming triangular pediments, which were also carved with exquisite reliefs.

Not long after seeing the temple, shouts came from ahead.

"Not good! It might be the Flesh Race invading!"

Indeed, within the village, two groups of people were engaged in a fierce battle.

One side was the familiar Transparent Race members.

On the other side was a race of incredibly tall beings.

These individuals resembled demons from Earth's mythology, with pointed horns on their heads, wings on their backs, standing over two meters tall, and incredibly robust.

Their entire bodies were covered in crimson skin, with bright patterns resembling magma, and they wore rough clothing.

These demons possessed very high combat power. They faced the siege of a group of Transparent Race members with ease, showing no fear at all, and swung their weapons filled with fighting spirit.

Even the arrows shot by the Transparent Race members were deflected with a flap of their wings, the arrowheads unable to penetrate their skin.

Seeing this, the accompanying Transparent Race members quickly joined the battle against these demons.

Captain Su raised his hand, signaling to hold their position.

Mo Ling, meanwhile, maneuvered the cube closer to the battlefield, observing the situation from above.

A Transparent Race member who appeared to be a chief, dressed in ornate clothing and with mysterious runes carved on his body, stood on a large stone block and shouted angrily:

"The Flesh Race is truly going too far! Our living space is already so small, and you still come to oppress us! You even attack our villages, what exactly do you want?"

The demons below were also indignant and looked up to confront him, saying, "What attack your village? We just came to ask questions! As soon as we entered, we were ambushed by the Transparent Race. You are the ones who attacked us!"

"Stop the nonsense! Hand over the Flesh Race members you captured. Don't waste time here, or your village won't exist anymore."

Hearing this, the Transparent Race chief above trembled with rage: "We didn't capture any of your people!"

Neither side was willing to yield, fighting while arguing incessantly.