The screen in the sky seemed to be torn open in an instant, and the deathly silence in the space gradually disappeared. Divine consciousness from ancient times spread throughout the body, and the blurry sky became clear in the eyes.
The young man gazed ahead; the mountains were already in sight, while the weeds beneath his feet were withered and yellow.
The tall figure slowly turned around, seemingly unconcerned about what tricks the young man might play. He took a step forward, and black mist instantly spread in front of him. When he looked up again, the figure was already gone.
The young man frowned, quickly thought for a moment, and took a step forward, following the two figures. With them leading the way, the young man finally felt that he had entered a wilderness.
The endless hills gradually piled up beneath my feet, the withered yellow weeds finally covered the horizon, the mist that had obscured my vision seemed to have dissipated, and I had solved all the problems by simply agreeing to a "promise"?
A towering, god-like figure led the way at a leisurely pace, while the young man cautiously followed behind. Beneath their feet lay a desolate wilderness, and it seemed that only by following them could they reach their true destination.
Step by step, the mountains in his eyes grew taller and taller, no longer appearing so close yet so small as before. The young man was very cautious, making sure that the distance he darted forward was no more than the shadow of a person. He looked at the black mist beneath the shadow's feet, as if only the path it had passed through was the correct one.
The vast wilderness seemed endless, while the mountains in their eyes grew ever more majestic. Two figures, seemingly tireless, raced across the land, forever advancing in an unknown direction.
Perhaps their belief, like that of the youth, is singular: to reach the distant mountains.
After an unknown amount of time, on the boundless, withered wasteland, a tiny black figure appeared in his eyes, and that figure ran straight in one direction.
The figure, moving at breakneck speed, was enveloped in a massive amount of Magic Power, as if something ahead was beckoning him. He continuously condensed his Magic Power and sprinted in one direction.
A crazed figure appeared on the boundless wilderness, chasing something frantically. He always rushed in one direction, watching the distant mountains get closer and closer, but at a certain moment he suddenly changed direction and ran further and further away from the mountains.
Upon seeing the figure, the young man's eyes narrowed. The black robe was the standard attire of a Blood Alliance cultivator, indicating that this was a powerful cultivator under Youquan's command!
He was running desperately down below to reach the mountain range, but in the young man's eyes, he was going in the opposite direction.
Because the wilderness is constantly changing, only by identifying the true direction can one find the location of the mountains.
At this moment, he was like an ant, possessing great Magic Power, but due to his own narrow-mindedness, he could not escape this cage and could not see the true nature of this space.
Looking at the Blood Alliance cultivators wandering aimlessly in the wilderness, he was troubled by the power of his bloodline and tempted by the desires in his heart. He saw mountains in his eyes, but walked on barren land.
He's already lost in space; when he's truly exhausted, he'll collapse forever.
This realization sent a chill down the young man's spine. Fortunately, he had already forcibly suppressed his inner desires. If he were to take that step and chase after the mountain range in his eyes, would he end up like this Blood Alliance cultivator, forever lost in the wilderness, forever searching for the mountain range and the place of inheritance he saw?
Coming to his senses, he looked at the tall figures in front of him, and a vague unease began to rise in his heart. Just who were these two people?
The black figure had disappeared from his sight, and the young man continued to follow them, but he had already made thorough preparations in his heart.
This boundless wilderness seems to be almost over; there are few weeds left on the hills ahead, and the spreading expanse of withered yellow has come to an end.
Looking down at the ground beneath his feet, the young man raised his head, and could already see some clues beneath the distant mountains.
Beneath the towering mountains, the valleys and plains, shrouded in a bloody aura, seemed to possess an endless allure, drawing people in. And what one saw was not only the mountains and valleys, but also an aura of carnage!
Leaning against the mountainside, gazing at the valley below, the young man looked at everything before him with some shock. After spending an unknown amount of time crossing countless wildernesses to reach the mountains, he witnessed the most awe-inspiring scene of his life.
A towering mountain range stands on the flat land, as if it had fallen from the sky, stretching across the land and appearing somewhat inexplicably abrupt.
Beneath the continuous mountain range lies this valley, where natural barriers are formed by the mountains, and the earth's hollows, like long dragons, are wrapped around the surface, making them even more precipitous against the backdrop of the continuous mountains.
At this moment, countless banners fluttered in the valley, appearing exceptionally solemn under the support of figures who resembled both demons and gods.
The outer camp stretched to the outside of the valley, filled with countless figures. The lights they lit illuminated the sky, and armor and sword energy danced and swirled in the air, their imposing aura echoing between heaven and earth!
Several main roads lead out of the valley. At the outermost edge of the camp, countless ferocious beasts with sharp teeth and claws are entrenched on the ground. A group of ferocious beasts with drooling mouths stare outwards with bloodshot eyes, as if they are desperately resisting the temptation of something.
Beyond the circle of ferocious beasts lay a series of ghostly, demonic spirits, most of them with disheveled hair, pale faces with deep-set eye sockets, and flickering ghostly flames within them.
As it moved, its hands and feet were submerged in black mist. Its lips were sewn shut with fishbone thread, and dried blood from between the fishbones remained on its cheeks. A terrifying aura emanated from within and without.
Behind the spirits of the dead were towering human figures, some standing guard at the camp gates, some standing watch at the barricades, some patrolling back and forth, and some sitting in the center.
The tall figures were all clad in armor and weapons, their faces contorted with ferocity and terror.
Their eyes were all gray, and they were the most noble in this vast camp, issuing commands to all the ferocious beasts and undead on the periphery, with none daring to disobey.
Upon reaching this point, the two tall figures turned around, instantly releasing their divine senses to lock onto the young man. His gray eyes seemed lifeless, but under the torches of the camp, they already showed a hint of life.
Its imposing presence, as vast as mountains and as boundless as the sea, is revealed, displaying the grandeur of ancient times and showcasing a belief that transcends countless eras.
Illuminated by lights as bright as day, the youth had nowhere to escape.
Their meaning was quite clear: he had heard the phrase "summoned by order of the War Lord " before, and now that he had been brought here, they probably wanted him to join them.
Gazing at the mountain-like and sea-like camp, at the tall and mighty demon god, at the crouching and roaring ferocious beast, at the eerie and terrifying undead, the shock in the young man's eyes lingered for a long time.
Beneath the rolling mountains, countless figures stood, their long shadows, illuminated by the lights, resembling towering deities.
Looking closely at all the people below, they all seemed so eerie. Though they were clearly visible to the naked eye, they appeared to have vanished from the world long ago.
Only a shout or two and a shadow remain, hanging down below the mountains, using everything repeated today to tell the story of yesterday.
The young man turned his head and looked at the high mountain range.
Having emerged from the wilderness, they had reached the front of the mountains. Strangely, the surging power of their bloodline had subsided. Upon seeing this massive camp, all the strange phenomena seemed to dissipate in their minds, leaving only this eerie camp as the sole presence in the world!
A murderous aura emanated from ahead, flames flickered in his deathly still eyes, and he gripped his weapon tightly.
The two men outside the camp seemed to have come alive, staring intently at the young man behind them.
A resolute glint flashed in his eyes. Taking a deep breath, the young man stepped forward and entered the foot of the mountain. The air currents in the world suddenly became turbulent, but then automatically returned to normal.
It was as if they had entered a massive formation, with countless energy arrays arranged in an orderly fashion around them, and countless powerful creatures dwelling within it. The most intense atmosphere in the camp was not blood energy, but a murderous aura. The entire camp was like a machine, carrying out its various tasks in an orderly manner.
Ferocious beasts and undead slowly rotated around the outer perimeter, the energy they stirred up connecting the entire camp, while tall human figures inside each held up huge banners, their arms as thick as an adult's thigh steadily raising wolf-skin flags.
The aura emanating from them was subtly heavy, and the figures all stood still in their respective corners. It seemed that countless years had passed in this exercise-like situation, with only memories of the past remaining in their lifeless eyes.
" The Eastern Yi people followed the War Lord into battle!"
A booming voice suddenly rang out overhead, and a ferocious face looked respectfully at a mountain-like figure in front of him.
The two led the young man through the outer perimeter where ferocious beasts crawled, through the inner perimeter where the undead gathered, until they finally arrived at the true core behind layers upon layers of banners.
The enormous torches burning all around seemed to illuminate the sky. The colossal statues surrounding them were of indeterminate age. Only in the center of the crowd was a mountain-like figure with its back to the two.
Upon hearing this, he simply nodded slightly. Then, the two of them bowed respectfully to the backs of the figures, and, carrying the young man, slowly walked out of an open area.
This camp was filled with countless powerful auras, and countless fluctuations of Magic Power and energy; the blurred space seemed useless here. The ground beneath their feet was incredibly hard, and the continuous stream of lights illuminated the entire area.
Although he was not afraid, the young man dared not make any rash moves because of the many figures around him. The most important thing was that the power of his bloodline seemed to be suppressed by the Wuxian, making it impossible for him to find out where the place of inheritance he was looking for was!
There are many strange things going on, so it seems that now is not the time to break the strange phenomenon.
Filled with questions and awe, the young man took the long weapon and stood on an open space, like a warrior entering battle for the first time.
Energy fluctuations, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down on him from all sides, and invisible energy, like sharp sword lights, slashed fiercely at him with boundless rage.
The energy fluctuations that gathered from the entire camp were incredibly powerful, and although he felt a strong sense of alarm, he remained unmoved, standing firmly in place.
boom!
The sweeping energy fluctuations vanished in a flash, instantly disrupting the air currents in the sky. The flames flickered and danced, as if countless tiny hands were manipulating the fire, while the youth at the center of the energy remained unharmed.
At that moment, a strange light flashed in his eyes. On the outskirts of the camp, an inconspicuous black figure was being swept along, staggering as it walked down the mountainside.
His eyes were filled with unparalleled terror, as if he were witnessing something utterly horrifying, and behind him, two tall figures were watching him intently.
Another Blood Alliance cultivator!
As the black figure disappeared from sight, the young man's eyes grew even more thoughtful; he was indeed not the only one who had been captured.
Who are these figures and ferocious undead beasts? Why did they capture cultivators and bring them here?
And then there were the Blood Alliance cultivators lost in the wilderness. All sorts of suspicions flashed through their minds. At this moment, they had no clue what to do. After entering the camp, they lost the connection to the power of their bloodline. Since they couldn't find the place of inheritance, they could only take it one step at a time.
" The War Lord has ordered that we break camp immediately!"
However, before the young man could settle his mind, a loud shout suddenly came from the place where he had just come out.
The rolling sound, like a sonic wave, shot straight into the sky. Under this sound, all living beings in the camp trembled, as if they were instantly stunned into silence.
The first to act was a figure in the center of the camp. He raised his weapon high and pointed towards the distant mountains. Countless Magic Power condensed around him, and everyone stared at him for a moment.
Their gazes converged, as if they had seen some command in the distance of the mountains, and they immediately shouted in unison:
"Strike camp!"
Rumble!
Shouts echoed from within the camp, countless torches were raised high by large hands, and a surge of fighting spirit suddenly rose within the camp, the intense aura of slaughter almost solidifying into a tangible form.
The air currents swirling above the camp were instantly dispersed, and the hazy sky was no longer obstructed. The ferocious beasts, their mouths drooling, roared and gathered on the outskirts.
The majestic body, carrying countless supplies, raised its head and slowly rose in the direction indicated by the figure. Behind it, the undead stirred up a chilling hurricane, appearing like a ghost in the long valley. The ghostly flames emanating from its eye sockets gazed into the distance, and its aura flowed ceaselessly, making everything tremble with fear.
"Clang, clang," the sound of armor clashing echoed from within the camp. Countless tall figures surged out from the core of the camp, their long weapons clustered together, resembling a dense forest when viewed from the air.
Under the flames, the banners appeared even more eerie, and the mixed energy fluctuations caused them to sway slightly involuntarily. Figures emerged from inside the camp, flowing like thin black streams to every corner of the camp in an instant.