Layers of emptiness.
Amidst the bizarre and dazzling light, the Profound Water Banner led the way, its blue aura growing brighter and brighter.
Not long after.
The precious banner trembled slightly in mid-air and, following the connection, fell straight downwards.
Chen Shuangbai's expression shifted, and the place where the precious banner fell tore open in the void, revealing a vast, continuous, dark green mountain range below.
Upon returning to the real world, Chen Shuangbai's expression shifted slightly, showing some surprise.
" Great Li Mountain?"
This mountain range, which is home to the last bloodline of the Wudao (Witchcraft) sect, resembles the body of a dead dragon and has stood quietly in the southwest corner of the Celebrated Splendor Continent for thousands of years.
The place was filled with a serene, ancient atmosphere, its Spiritual Qi wild and untamed, completely out of place with the bustling cultivation world outside, as if it had been forgotten by the passage of time.
Those Ancient People tribes still maintain a relatively traditional tribal way of life, branching out into many clans, making a living in these desolate mountains...
One of these groups, called the Dark Crow Tribe, secretly maintained good relations with the Jade Spring Sect.
"Master, where is this?"
Chen Yazhen asked.
Chen Shuangbai glanced at Changming, which was being held in Gao Yi's hands, and the latter immediately understood, saying, " Great Li Mountain is the private domain of the shamanistic way. Many Ancient People tribes live here, maintaining the primitive tribal form to reproduce and thrive."
Upon hearing this, Chen Yazhen and Gao Yi's eyes lit up. Looking at the rolling mountains, they thought to themselves, "So this is the Great Li Mountain!"
The Profound Water Banner floated silently in front, emitting a deep blue light.
Chen Shuangbai pointed his finger, and the precious banner once again vanished, flying deep into the Great Li Mountain.
If he were still in the Golden Core stage, Chen Shuangbai might still be thinking of seeking help from the Dark Crow Tribe, but now he is Nascent Soul... The number of Nascent Soul have died at his hands has exceeded the number in two hands.
We can no longer afford to be so timid and hesitant!
The undisguised aura of Nascent Soul manifested as swirling snowflakes in the sky, with endless golden and white radiance flashing as it headed straight for the depths of this Ancient Shaman Way's private territory.
His blatant disrespect naturally alerted some of the beings in the mountains.
A furious screech rang out!
Accompanying this was endless wind and thunder, cascading down from a towering mountain peak. In the hazy mist, it seemed as if a ferocious, ancient demonic bird was hiding within the rolling clouds, staring at them with terrifying and fierce eyes.
Chen Shuangbai glanced at him once, then burst into laughter. "So it was you, you rascal! You're still alive!"
It was just one sentence.
The wind and thunder subsided, the clouds and mist dispersed, revealing an ancient demon eagle with blood-red eyes like the Crimson Moon and a body draped in azure and blue demonic light.
This demonic eagle was extremely old, its fur was murky, its Yao Qi was violent and weak, and its eyes were no longer clear. However, when it was struck by the Divine Ability of Chen Shuangbai, the Nascent Soul True Lord, the desire to live surged into its heart. With a scream, it transformed into a gust of wind and thunder and was about to leave.
Chen Shuangbai just smiled.
" Feiguang!"
A beam of pure white light shot out, and in an instant, the wind and snow surged. A magnificent white eagle emerged from the wind and snow, wearing a crown of blue sky and covered with colorful light of frost and snow. It descended amidst endless frost and snow.
In just one exchange, the Late Golden Core Stage Wrathful Plume Dark Eagle was captured and killed by Feiguang, who was also in the Late Golden Core Stage. Feiguang displayed his ferocity, his two iron claws, as if forged from cold iron, viciously gripping the old eagle's body, penetrating deep into its marrow.
Feiguang stood proudly in the void, his claws stained with blood, his white eyes flashing with an unusual ferocity!
One of them grabbed the old eagle's head, twisted it off, and the scalding demon blood rained down into the mountains.
Tracing the bloodline of the [ Cold Moon Golden-Plumed Eagle ] leads back to the legendary [ Kunpeng ].
Although this is a bit of a tangent... there is no doubt that the ferocity within Feiguang is gradually reviving, and he is qualified to advance to the Nascent Soul, which is a testament to Chen Shuangbai's years of nurturing.
After this insignificant interlude, Chen Shuangbai continued her journey deeper into the mountains.
Just then, several powerful auras rose from the depths of Great Li Mountain and rapidly approached this direction.
Unlike the abodes of the Immortal, Demon, and Release paths, these auras often carry a sense of strangeness, coldness, and solemnity. If they were cultivators, their abodes would be at the Nascent Soul True Lord level.
Not long after.
Five figures of varying heights blocked their way.
Chen Shuangbai looked at them one by one. Some were burly men covered with dense blue totem patterns, some were old men in hemp robes wearing magical Law Treasure made of animal bones, and some were women wearing gold-threaded jade robes with unknown Gu worms coiled in their hands. In short, each of them had a strange aura and was obviously not to be trifled with.
An elderly man, dressed in hemp robes and wearing a crown made of sparrow feathers, stepped forward. Around his neck hung a necklace made of unknown animal bones. His aura was chillingly cold. His gaze fell upon the immense Divine Ability light emanating from Chen Shuangbai, and he spoke in Mandarin with no discernible accent, "Fellow Daoist, I am Yage, the Great Shaman of the Blood Radiance Tribe. I wonder what offense my Great Li Mountain has committed to warrant such a fuss?"
Chen Shuangbai didn't rush to speak, but stood quietly.
The atmosphere became somewhat awkward for a moment.
Just then, another gray beam of light emerged from the mountain. In the distance, one could vaguely see a cluster of crows forming a magical light. It landed not far away and transformed into a tall but thin old man wearing a magnificent raven feather robe.
"Great Wizard!"
Chen Shuangbai greeted him with a slightly warmer tone, making the great shaman of the Dark Crow Tribe feel somewhat flattered.
"You're too kind, Sword Immortal."
When the Great Shaman of the Dark Crow Tribe saw Chen Shuangbai again, he was deeply moved.
The Dark Crow Tribe has long resided in the Great Li Mountain and rarely ventures outside, but they are well-informed and know of the formidable achievements of the Jade Spring Dao Child in recent years. Naturally, they dare not put on any airs of seniority.
The other four people reacted differently upon seeing this.
The great Yage, glanced back and forth between Chen Shuangbai and the great shaman of the Dark Crow Tribe, his tone slightly somber. "Old crow, do you recognize this person?"
The Great Shaman of the Dark Crow Tribe nodded slightly, then spoke in a broken, Ancient People could understand. A hint of surprise appeared on the faces of the four people, and their gazes toward Chen Shuangbai were filled with astonishment and apprehension.
The old man, dressed in hemp clothing and wearing a crown made of sparrow feathers, clearly showed displeasure. Instead, he responded to the high shaman of the Dark Crow Tribe in a rather impassioned local dialect. Both of them were old and had bad tempers to begin with, and now that they disagreed, they started arguing.
A short while later.
The Great Shaman of the Dark Crow Tribe, defeated, glared hatefully at the Great Yage, then turned to Chen Shuangbai and said, "I've already told them your purpose for coming here, but these people are stubborn and inflexible, dragging in some old rules to argue..."
"Give them a sword, and no one will dare say another word!"