Jeft World, the Gloomy Forest, the Gulu Clan's Territory
As a descendant of the Demigod- level Benji Jiaban Ya, although the ancestor himself did not remember which child he was, Jiaban Ya knew that he was the ancestor's 14,567th child.
All the brothers in front died, all the brothers behind died, even the next generation of children died, but Jiaban Ya is still alive and well.
He lived so long simply because he was fortunate enough to complete a transformation in his life level and become a Saint Level powerhouse.
In the Jeft World, Saint Level powerhouses are already at the very top of the pyramid, enough to live a very comfortable life.
On this day, the Jiaban Ya were bathed in the cool, dim light, their smooth, shiny fur swaying in the wind, their two long tails swinging casually.
"What a beautiful day."
Just as Jiaban Ya was pondering what to eat tomorrow, a tremor ran through his soul, instantly waking Jiaban Ya up. He immediately stood up straight; only the race's Demigod ancestor could possess this ability to transmit information through the soul.
"All Gulu Clan must reach the Gloomy Canyon before nightfall; those who fail to do so will be expelled from the race."
Jiaban Ya shuddered instantly upon hearing the ancestor's cold words.
"Expelled from the race"—the ancestor had never uttered such harsh words before.
The Gulu Clan is small in number, and each member is extremely precious. What could have happened to make their ancestor say such a thing?
The Gloomy Canyon was where the Ancestor cultivated, and other clansmen were forbidden from entering it long ago. Only he and a few other clan Saint were qualified to go there periodically to receive guidance from the Ancestor.
Now the entire clan must go there.
Is this a prelude to war with other races?
Or is the Dark Night Clan determined to exterminate them?
Jiaban Ya's mind was filled with all sorts of wild thoughts, but he didn't dare to delay for a moment. With a light step, his two tails swayed behind him, and he instantly flew into the sky, speeding towards the depths of the Gloomy Forest.
From the flying Jiaban Ya, it was clear that the entire Gloomy Forest seemed to have come alive, with countless Gulu Clan running in the same direction.
Upon seeing this, all life in the forest immediately fled, fearing they would be wiped out by the rampaging Gulu Clan.
The power of a single sentence from Demigod is terrifying.
As the closest Saint Level expert, Jiaban Ya was the first to arrive at the Gloomy Canyon, but his eyes were filled with surprise because the Gloomy Canyon he saw now was completely different from what he had seen before.
But the last time he came was only 350 dark days ago!
Back then, the Gloomy Canyon hadn't changed. The center of the canyon was once filled with the purple orchids that the Ancestor loved most. No one was allowed to touch them. Once, Gulu, the third-generation descendant of the Ancestor, broke off one, and the enraged Ancestor planted it in the ground to use as fertilizer.
But now, the vast expanse of purple orchids that no one was allowed to touch is gone, replaced by a gigantic altar on all four sides that is taller than the canyon.
Their ancestor, the only Demigod- level powerhouse— Benji —was on the altar.
Jiaban Ya was filled with questions, wondering what was going on. Ignoring the etiquette she usually paid the most attention to, she immediately flew to the altar.
"Ancestor, what's wrong with you...?"
" Jiaban Ya, you've arrived. You don't need to help with things here. Go and arrange for the tribespeople who arrive later. Tell them not to wander off. When the Dark Sun descends, a great being will descend."
The three-tailed Benji stared with beady eyes, his voice full of seduction. If it weren't for the fact that Jiaban Ya was absolutely certain that the person in front of him was his ancestor, and that the Bloodline connection also indicated that he was his father, Jiaban Ya would be 100% more suspicious that he had been bewitched by an evil god, or that his soul had been replaced.
"Yes, Ancestor."
Jiaban Ya was the first to arrive. After returning to the ground, the other members of the Gulu clan arrived one after another. As Saint Level powerhouse and a second-generation member of the Gulu Clan, Jiaban Ya was the most senior besides Benji.
He dictates what to do, and the people below must do it accordingly.
They also saw the changes in the Gloomy Canyon, but they didn't have Jiaban Ya courage to go up and ask the ancestor directly. They could only follow the instructions with question marks on their faces and line up in the canyon according to their strength.
Jiaban Ya watched his ancestor busily working at the altar, he had a bad feeling. His ancestor was usually a rather lazy and gluttonous person, so why was he being so diligent today?
And will greatness descend?
What's great?
Are you sure it's not an evil god descending?
The dark sun is gradually receding from the world, and the world is about to fall into darkness.
Benji's aura continued to spread, and the pressure of Demigod- level powerhouse filled the air with oppression. All the tribesmen were whispering among themselves, and unease began to grow.
The instant the dark sun completely disappeared, the aura emanating from the altar of Benji finally changed.
Benji took a deep breath, and his silent body suddenly erupted with a terrifying aura, as if the sky had fallen, causing all the sounds of wind and whispers in the entire Gloomy Canyon to vanish instantly.
Benji was still frantically inhaling, the powerful suction creating a strong wind, and the energy in the air was being absorbed by Benji in a funnel shape.
As if swept by a storm, a hurricane swept through the Gloomy Canyon.
To their horror, Jiaban Ya discovered that one-tenth of the energy above the entire Gloomy Forest had been absorbed by Benji.
A storm is brewing, like a global catastrophe!
Even more terrifying, Benji, which was just a small figure, instantly transformed into a behemoth with a size exceeding thirty meters.
Awe-inspiring, with a domineering presence, like a prison.
This enormous object floating above the altar is the true form of Benji!
A powerful aura rippled continuously around Benji's true form. Within the canyon, the Gulu, whose strength was below the initial level, were directly overwhelmed by this intense aura. Before they could even adapt, an even more powerful aura surged forth, instantly knocking out most of the Gulu in the canyon.
The power of Demigod should not be underestimated!
Benji's aura continued to intensify, its overwhelming force echoing across the Gloomy Forest. Countless lives trembled in fear, wondering who had angered this master of the Gloomy Forest. They could only pray that this ancestor would quickly quell his rage and spare the innocent from harm.
Inside the canyon Jiaban Ya and the other four Saint Level Gulu stared at each other anxiously; the power of Demigod was indeed terrifying.
But if their ancestor's aura continues to strengthen, these unconscious Gulu will be shocked to death. Right now, several weak Gulu have already been shocked to the point of vomiting blood.
They wanted to remind their ancestor, but seeing his serious expression, they knew he wouldn't give them the chance.
"@...#￥...#￥#"
The tongue-twisting, obscure incantations emanated from Benji's mouth, the thunderous sounds resounding like the heaviest drumsticks striking the heavens and earth.
Jiaban Ya were even more frightened, because the incantation uttered by their ancestor was not in the language of their world!
"Boom"
Suddenly, a thunderclap boomed over the Gloomy Canyon. The Gulu, who were still conscious, looked up at the sky. There was nothing there, but the bizarre thing that had caused the thunder to appear out of nowhere was clearly happening right before their eyes.
Their survival instincts warned them of danger and urged them to flee, but without the ancestor's orders, they didn't know what to do and could only look worriedly at the ancestor above the altar, who was still gathering his aura.
The thunder in the sky continued, growing louder and louder, the explosions getting lower and lower, as if they could strike the heads of all the Gulu in the canyon at any moment.
Many Gulu were filled with fear, as if the power of the thunder would wipe them off the face of the earth.
The canyon began to tremble slightly; this was due to the oppressive aura and lightning gathered by Benji, causing the earth's crust to shake.
The boulders kept rolling down, and several unlucky Gulu were almost crushed, but fortunately, some high-level Gulu intervened and saved Gulu.
Jiaban Ya couldn't hold back any longer; if this continued, the entire Gulu Clan would perish in the canyon.
Ignoring the frantic attempts of the other four Saint Level Gulu to stop him, Jiaban Ya flew towards the altar with a death wish. He had to find out what was going on; his people couldn't be sacrificed in vain.
But when he finally reached the altar after enduring the immense pressure of Benji's aura, he discovered an extremely dangerous spatial rift that had appeared on the altar at some unknown time.
It was just a tiny crack, as fine as a hair, yet it exuded an aura far more terrifying and deadly than that of his ancestor Benji, as if it could transform into the most terrifying beast at any moment and devour him.
The fur on Jiaban Ya's body instantly bristled; their ancestor had actually opened a spatial rift!
"Click click"
The spatial rift was still slowly opening, and the cracking sound of space tearing apart was like a knife relentlessly Jiaban Ya at my heart.
With one-tenth of the Gloomy Forest's energy concentrated in Benji, the healing speed of space was significantly slower than the tearing speed.
In the time it takes to breathe, the spatial rift widened to be large enough for his head to squeeze through, but even so, it continued to expand despite Benji's strenuous efforts to maintain it.
Jiaban Ya looked anxiously at the ancestor in the sky, then looked helplessly at the spatial rift in front of him. He had an impulse to forcibly close the spatial rift.
With his Saint strength, he instinctively reminded himself that the spatial rift connecting to other worlds was full of uncertainty. It was like the gate to the realm of death; no one knew what would emerge from the other side when the space was fully opened.
Will it be the demons that devour the Gulu Clan, or the utterly useless Jiali Beast?!
Their ancestor had a bad habit of connecting with other worlds. It is said that their ancestor was able to advance to the Demigod level because of the opportunity he obtained from a spatial rift.
" Benji, keep going, you're almost there!"
The Jiaban Ya was startled; a sound was actually coming from the spatial rift, and what was even more infuriating was that it dared to call their ancestor by name.
Jiaban Ya was about to angrily rebuke this person for not respecting the life of their ancestor, something happened that shocked him to his core.
"I... am... working... on... it... please... wait... a little longer..."
The Jiaban Ya looked up in disbelief at the ancestor who was constantly gathering energy and breaking through space. Their ancestor was being addressed by name by an unknown life form, yet he was not angry at all, but instead answered respectfully.
Is there any life left in this world worthy of the respect their ancestors would bestow upon?
Even if such beings exist, they would only be those two great gods, wouldn't they?
Could it be that the other side of the spatial rift is some kind of god?