"Whether you listen or not, it's your loss if you don't heed good advice. I want to see how you'll deal with all the covetous tribes in the entire Life-Dominating Land."
Liu Yuxin huffed and left the camp, glaring fiercely at the three people outside who were initially chuckling but immediately turned serious upon seeing her, before heading towards her own tent.
Upon reaching her tent, Liu Yuxin rubbed her little backside, pouted, and stomped her way onto a chair.
Her backside was pressed against the lower part of the backrest, her feet were on the chair, and her hands were clasped tightly around her shins. Her chin rested on her knees, her small mouth was pursed high, and her large eyes were teary.
"Brother, Xin'er was bullied again today, Brother..."
Her head was buried in her legs, and faint sobs could be heard...
With the integration of the Wuliang tribe's people and the Sacred Beasts, the Dengyan tribe's population surged to over ten thousand.
Dengyan Ge's laughter was unrestrained. The tribe's strength, which had been nothing before, had suddenly grown to the scale of a medium-sized tribe. This gave him greater confidence in being able to return home.
The nine fourth-tier warriors greatly filled their mid-level combat strength gap.
The three Nascent Soul cultivators, upon recognizing Wan Lei, knew his reputation was poor. However, at this moment, strength was paramount. As the only one possessing the head of a Mahayana stage cultivator, and capable of killing one, Wan Lei immediately became their undisputed choice.
The purple rain grew heavier, pouring down like curtains, striking the face with an icy chill.
Several days of continuous heavy rain had caused small streams to form in many low-lying areas, flowing towards the lower ground to the north.
Not a trace of green could be seen on the ground, only blackness, completely devoured and corroded by the purple rain.
The队伍 (duìwǔ - team/procession) began to move again, their steps slightly heavy. The sky-filling purple rain forced people to close their mouths. No one spoke, and the atmosphere of the entire tribe was very oppressive.
Half a month passed. They traveled at a steady pace. The water on the ground had changed from streams to rivers. The ground was muddy, and walking on it left feet covered in black mud that emitted a rotten stench.
During these past two weeks, they encountered many tribes, but not a single battle occurred.
Those tribes, after assessing the strength of both sides from afar, wisely fled directly.
A few, who were bolder – though it could hardly be called boldness – were too few in number. Their population had dwindled to only a few hundred after numerous wars. To ensure their people's survival, they had to gather the courage to approach the Dengyan tribe and request to join.
Wan Lei never refused such people; the larger the team, the better.
Furthermore, he instructed Dengyan Ge, Yan Kejun, Wuliang Shu, and Jia Hui to unreservedly spread the word among the people that only by following the deity and obeying the deity's command could they hope to leave the Life-Dominating Land and reach the Great Wall.
More and more people began to regard Wan Lei and Fang Xiaoyu as deities, and the legend of the Sacred Divine Beast also spread among the tribes.
During this period, Wan Lei discovered something peculiar. Whenever soldiers from any tribe approached within ten miles of them, the heads in his storage bag would emit a green light. This green light could penetrate the storage bag. Although not very bright, its penetration was extremely strong, visible from afar.
Enemies could use this green light to know who had heads and where they were located.
The procession advanced on the muddy grassland. They had not seen any other tribes for two days.
It was likely that everyone was heading south.
Wan Lei was chatting and laughing with Fang Xiaoyu when suddenly, the storage bag at his waist emitted a green light again.
Their expressions suddenly tensed. Previously, the storage bag had emitted a green light because a tribe was approaching, but this time, they saw no sign of anyone.
The sensing range was ten miles. On the vast, boundless grassland, a ten-mile range was clearly visible. In the past, they would see the tribe first, and then the green light would appear.
But this time...
Wan Lei immediately rose into the air, his gaze sweeping across the entire area. However, he only saw a hazy gray land and the continuous purple rain. Within a radius of dozens of miles, there were no tribes.
The people below saw Wan Lei suddenly ascend and immediately became tense, preparing for battle.
After Wan Lei scanned the area and found no movement, the green light in his storage bag remained dazzling, causing him to frown.
Suddenly, Wan Lei's mind stirred. His pupils transformed into double pupils, activating his Array Eye, and he looked again.
To the south, ten miles away, he saw a large formation covering an area of several miles.
Within the formation, tens of thousands of people and tens of thousands of Sacred Beasts stood neatly on the ground, eyeing the Dengyan tribe menacingly, and also eyeing him.
Among these people was one individual dressed as a scholar, holding a teaching ruler in his hand, which he tapped lightly against his palm. A playful smile played on his lips as he provocatively looked at Wan Lei.
It was an illusion array. If Wan Lei had not activated his Array Eye, the Dengyan tribe would have rashly entered the trap, been caught off guard, and directly collapsed.
"All troops, form ranks! Hold your positions, prepare for defense!"
Wan Lei shouted.
Regardless of what arrangements the enemy had made, they could respond to change with constancy. Staying in place and waiting for the enemy to attack was the best course of action.
After the ranks were formed below, the scholar's gaze towards Wan Lei changed. It was likely that he knew Wan Lei had discovered him.
Wan Lei waved his hand and unleashed a bolt of lightning, heading straight for the illusion array.
Boom!!!
After a loud explosion, the illusion array collapsed with a bang, revealing the people below. The people of the Dengyan tribe let out exclamations upon seeing this scene.
"Ah?! So many people?"
"Isn't this the Bai Ze Great Tribe? How did they end up here?"
"Aren't they a southern tribe? Why are they running north instead?"
"What are we going to do? They have fifth-tier warriors in that great tribe."
As the people below discussed, the scholar from the opposing camp flew over unhurriedly.
Upon seeing this, Fang Xiaoyu also flew to Wan Lei's side.
"Be careful. This is the Lord of Nanmu, a rogue cultivator, a wood-attribute cultivator with a mid-stage Mahayana cultivation base. He's not comparable to someone like Huo Liuli."
Wan Lei nodded. He had also heard of the Lord of Nanmu.
It was said that this person had endured countless hardships in the cosmic starry sky and found a extremely cold Nanmu tree that was ten thousand years old.
This item was reputed to have the most tenaciousness among all treasures in the universe. No attack could damage it in the slightest, and it was full of vitality and ever-changing. After obtaining the Nanmu, this person adored it, and from then on, he styled himself as the Lord of Nanmu.
The teaching ruler in the Lord of Nanmu's hand was likely that ten-thousand-year-old extremely cold Nanmu.