"He's doing it on purpose."
Wan Lei's gaze was deep as he looked at the sky.
There were people in the sky, but he couldn't see them.
"From the very beginning, he deliberately gave us missions, pitting us against three Nascent Soul cultivators. He must have been aware of our combat strength, otherwise, he wouldn't have sent three.
We initially thought killing them would be the end of the mission, but it turned out to be just the beginning. From the very first task, we were caught in his scheme.
He had us kill three Nascent Soul cultivators and stipulated that only tribes carrying Nascent Soul heads could enter the so-called Great Wall. The purpose was to make us the target of public criticism, the enemy of all tribes.
Even if he hadn't mentioned I had three heads, others would have known. After we defeated Huo Liuli and the others, it had probably already spread, and everyone would assume I had them. The system merely lent it more credibility.
Now, even if I threw all these heads away, no one would believe it. Moreover, these are crucial for completing the mission. We need them, and others need them too. But there are only fifteen Nascent Soul cultivators here, and we've already killed three.
This means the tens of thousands of other tribes will either have to kill other Nascent Soul cultivators or come after me. While all Nascent Soul cultivators are in a state of fear, I am even more in danger. After all, I have more heads, making it easier for them to unite against me."
"You're right. Our situation is indeed not optimistic. If those Nascent Soul cultivators are smart, they should all come to us. If we unite, we can lead one tribe to the Great Wall, and we can all survive in the end.
If it were elsewhere, stray Nascent Soul cultivators might be ambushed and killed."
Fang Xiaoyu sighed and looked up at the sky.
"No, that's impossible. Those people are too proud to be subservient to us. Moreover, many of their factions have had grievances with me. It's more likely they'll unite to deal with me. Killing me and then taking my Nascent Soul heads to the Great Wall would be the best approach for them.
This is an open scheme, and there's no way to break it."
"We only need to be wary of the cultivators. Those tribes are from the great grasslands, aren't they? There's no need for them to go to the Great Wall, though I don't know where it is."
"If they don't go, the Dog Immortals will force them to. There will definitely be reasons they can't refuse, and then they'll make everyone desperate, increasing the difficulty for us.
Missions… are never that simple. These Dog Immortals are all more cunning than the last, and their schemes are increasingly difficult to execute.
This time, although everyone's mission seems to be the same, we are still being targeted."
The joy of obtaining the Water Lightning vanished. Wan Lei frowned, squatted down, and stroked the head of the little wolf.
"But what method would force all the tribes on the great grasslands to go to that Great Wall?"
"Disasters, famine, floods, droughts, earthquakes. Only when the land is no longer habitable will a clan migrate."
Suddenly, a few drops of rain fell onto Wan Lei and Fang Xiaoyu's faces.
Wan Lei stood up, his brow still furrowed. He reached out, wiped the raindrops from Fang Xiaoyu's face, and examined them in his hand.
These were drops of… purple rain.
"There's purple rain on your face too. You've finished fighting, why haven't you retracted your divine ability yet?"
"It's not our divine ability. Our purple rain isn't this weak either."
Wan Lei shook his head and looked up at the sky. A light drizzle fell from the sky onto the grassland. Upon closer observation, the green grass was gradually withering.
"This is the disaster I spoke of. Apart from its power, this purple rain is exactly like our rain-summoning, carrying an aura of dead silence and annihilation.
I suspect this rain will become heavier and heavier, causing all the plants and life on the grasslands to slowly wither. This is the reason for the tribes' migration, and that Great Wall is likely the key to escaping the purple rain.
This is all I can deduce. We'll need to ask the natives about the specific situation of this world."
"Yes, the mission is to find nearby tribes and lead them to the Great Wall. There's a tribe fighting over there, they should be them. Let's go and ask."
"Alright."
Wan Lei stood up, collected the three heads and all the scattered storage bags, and flew towards the tribal crowd with Fang Xiaoyu.
Fearing they might cause hostility, they didn't fly too fast. The sacred beasts on the ground ran alongside them towards the tribal crowd.
Wan Lei had thought too much. They had not provoked any hostility from the other party.
The thousand-odd people were all kneeling on the ground, their foreheads touching the ground, their hands clasped together, muttering something.
Wan Lei got closer and finally heard them clearly, muttering prayers for divine protection and the like.
"Everyone, get up. Who is the leader here?"
An old man stepped forward. He was the one who had commanded the battle from the war chariot earlier.
"This lowly one pays respects to the deity."
The old man took a few steps and knelt down again.
"I told you all to get up, stop kneeling. I have a few questions for you.
What tribe are you? Where are you from? And why do you call me a deity? What is the Great Wall?"
"Reporting to the deity, this is the Land of Destiny, we are the Dengyan Tribe of the Beast-Taming Race. This lowly one is the leader of the Dengyan Tribe, Dengyan Ge.
We are from the south of the Great Wall. Our home is on the other side of the Great Wall, and we are a subordinate tribe of the Qian Kingdom."
"Then why did you come to the north?"
"Deity, this old man will start from the beginning.
The reason we call you a deity is because of a prophecy.
On the day the purple rain descends, when the grasslands are destroyed, a deity will be born to guide us to the hope of survival.
However, the purple rain descends every thousand years, yet no deity has come to save us.
This continent is divided into two territories. The south is mountainous plains with a mild climate, suitable for human habitation.
The north is the great grassland, where we, the Beast-Taming Race, live.
In between lies the Heavenly Rift Mountains, a natural barrier, extremely treacherous.
When the purple rain did not descend, the Beast-Taming Race was powerful and often crossed the mountain range to plunder the subjects of the southern dynasties.
To resist the Beast-Taming Race, the dynasty spent two hundred years building the Great Wall in the Heavenly Rift Mountains to defend against our attacks.
Later, the purple rain descended, and for some unknown reason, it only fell upon our grasslands.
Our ancestors thought it was because they had committed too much killing, so they begged for Heaven's forgiveness. But the purple rain grew heavier, and the low-lying grasslands collected the rainwater, turning it into rivers and lakes.
With no other option, our ancestors had to migrate south. The south has high mountains, high terrain, and would not be submerged by the purple rain.
The Beast-Taming Race gathered and attacked the dynasty, leading to a great war.
That battle shook heaven and earth. Both sides unleashed their full might for survival."