Ke Xiaoliang no longer needs to do anything special.
Time and fate will naturally fulfill all his wishes for him.
If he really did something specifically... it must be just because he suddenly felt interested, not that the behavior was necessary.
Just like a person standing by a pond watching fish, he can sprinkle some bait, throw a stone, make a splash of water, or do nothing and just watch quietly.
The process and the result actually don't matter.
The only thing worth caring about is this experience.
The warriors of the Kuiniu tribe finally crossed Tanggu carefully.
Separated between the human world and the divine world, they closed their eyes tightly and applied special medicinal mud on their eyes, but their eyes were still burned by the dazzling brilliance of the sun bird.
Kui Niu Lao's experience is not worthy of trust.
At this time, the Kuiniu tribe warriors could only rely on groping their way. It was uncertain whether they could reach Xihuang Mountain on time.
The setback in the Kuiniu tribe's journey represents a brief microcosm of the large number of tribes rushing to Xihuang Mountain.
Gods cannot come to the human world, but their majesty and glory affect the entire world all the time.
And those mortals who passed through certain special areas... they might have been destroyed by just an accidental collision.
Those wild beasts that are found everywhere in the wild world are also threats that many tribal warriors must not ignore.
This long journey is actually a screening process.
Not all tribes are eligible to participate in the Conference of Ten Thousand Tribes in Xihuang Mountain.
The wilderness is so vast, with more than tens of thousands of tribes?
Or millions or tens of millions.
But only those tribes that have the ability to rush to Xihuang Mountain can join this "ten thousand tribes".
Of course, this meeting of all tribes... will definitely be particularly lively. With the monks joining in, the tribes who were originally just struggling to survive and never crossed the wilderness to Xihuang Mountain may now be qualified to try. In this vast and wild world, try to make their own voice.
Whether it is from east to west, or from west to east, whether from south to north, or from north to south.
Just follow the way of remembering the way that has been passed down from generation to generation, and follow some feeling that may exist in the dark.
As long as you don't die on the road, one day you will see a vast, half-yellow and half-purple river.
This river is Huangshui originating from Xihuang Mountain.
Its source is the sacred spring at the top of Xihuang Mountain.
It is said that a long time ago, Shen Hao killed the ancient god here and used royal water to clean his wounds.
Therefore, wherever the Imperial Water flows, they are all descendants of Shen Hao, stained with his blood and nurtured by him.
And Shen Hao is the most powerful god in the God Realm today.
Just between the mighty Huangshui River and Chishui River, there is a golden sacred mountain.
The brilliance blooming between the undulating mountains is even better than the sun.
Silver flowers bloom on the iron trees that grow wild all over the mountains.
When the wind blows over the mountains, the silver flying all over the mountains and fields illuminates the sky with brilliance.
A large number of ferocious wild beasts live among the undulating mountains, gnawing on the iron trees and silver flowers here, swallowing the red gold flowing water here, and breathing the spiritual wind and vitality here...
Real gems hang from the tops of many green gem trees. When the wind blows, they collide with each other and make a crisp and sweet sound.
The precious medicine that has become essence will occasionally turn into naked dolls, running around on the mountains, playing with each other, and their laughter is particularly clear.
The proud wild bird soared in the sky, staring closely at the dragon in the river, waiting for the moment it emerged from the water.
The dragons in the river also peered at the animals drinking water on the shore.
The white cow, which is completely snow-white and has pure white and transparent horns, stands on the shore spiritually and makes a "moo, moo" sound, seeming to summon its companions to be alert.
Most of the time, the mountain monster that turned into a rock would occasionally change its posture and continue dozing in a more comfortable way. Between the movement and the stillness, there was a scene like the earth was shattering, and the rumbling sound spread throughout the land for hundreds of miles, shocking the beasts.
This is Xihuang Mountain.
Of course, 'Xihuang Mountain' is how the tribesmen describe this mountain under the radiance of the Sun Bird.
Although we set out from different areas and headed for the same mountain, the words used to describe this mountain were different.
It is also known as the Beast Mountain, Huangshan Mountain, Zhonghuang Mountain, Yangshan Mountain, etc.
This mountain is the origin of the second generation of myths.
The new gods who defeated their ancestors gathered in Xihuang Mountain and formed an alliance.
So this is also where the gods watch.
Tribal warriors who can reach Xihuang Mountain will fall into the sight of the gods.
If you perform well enough, you may be given divine blood on the spot to change your bloodline and increase your potential.
This is the 'benefit' of the Ten Thousand Races Conference.
Of course, the Conference of All Nations cannot always be held for various reasons.
The most critical point is that every one thousand three hundred and twenty-nine years, the thick fog outside Xihuang Mountain will become lighter, and for most mortals, this place will become less dangerous.
Boom...!
With a loud noise, the giant snow-white tree that had survived for an unknown number of years suddenly collapsed in the forest.
The warriors wearing horned helmets, with their muscular bodies more than ten meters high, were as small as ants under this giant tree.
"Build the house quickly, the mountain will be dark." A warrior stood under the fallen tree and said.
Many other warriors, armed with stone axes, kept chopping and digging on the giant trees.
They seemed to want to hollow out the fallen log and build a temporary shelter inside.
But their behavior clearly angered another group of people.
A group of warriors wearing grass skirts and leaves launched an attack on the warriors who were building houses without any sense of martial ethics.
The cause of conflict is not survival.
But because of faith.
Some people trust the houses they built with their own hands as a refuge after dark.
Some people are responsible for protecting trees, and some people cut down huge trees in front of them. This is already an irreconcilable conflict.
Simple, direct, straightforward... There is no process of mutual testing or mutual compromise.
Yang Zhenzhen was wearing a grass skirt, a wreath on her head, and a bow and arrow in her hand, constantly jumping between the trees.
From time to time, he would join his companions in shooting arrows, shooting death arrows at the Li people wearing horn helmets.
Under the care of Ke Xiaoliang, she is a member of the Goumang clan.
Jumang is a subordinate of Shen Hao, and he is also one of the powerful gods in the god world today.
The gathering place of the Jumang tribe is not far from Xihuang Mountain, so it is much easier to get to Xihuang Mountain than most other tribes.
The warriors of the Li tribe fell to the ground one after another and died due to the poisonous arrows in their bodies.
But after a few breaths, the dead Li warriors would stand up again. They became more powerful, and launched an attack on the Jumang warriors without fear of death.
A large number of arrows shot into the bodies of these Li warriors, but they did not cause them pain or fear.
"They are the immortal warriors of the Li tribe. Only by cutting off their heads with a weapon made of Yangshan's sacred iron will they really die." The older warriors of the Jumang tribe fought and moved, with high shouted.
"Then seal them." Another Jumang warrior said.
After speaking, a large number of tree vines and roots suddenly spread and grew in the mountain forest of Iron Tree Silver Flower.
The vines and roots entangled the Li warriors, dragging them deep underground and burying them.
So what if I don’t die?
Immortality...is not invincibility.
This is the land where myths appear and gods watch.
In addition to death, there are many threats that are enough to make life worse than death.
This is the home ground of the Jumang tribe, and they will not be at a disadvantage here.
But the Jumang tribe's 'punishment' of the Li warriors was suddenly interrupted when they were at their strongest.
At this time, a drifting cloud suddenly drifted over the horizon.
When the flowing clouds floated closer, the crowd on Xihuang Mountain discovered the heavy figures on the flowing clouds.
These people were all wearing clothes woven from clouds, and they looked like gods.
Compared with the grass skirts and animal skins of other tribes below, it seems that they are not products of a civilization at all.
This is the Zhiyun tribe.
The descendants of the heavenly clan created by the first generation of ancient gods left behind in the human world.
They bear the blood of two generations of ancient gods and new gods. They are powerful and proud, and they often claim to be the true royal family in the world.
The people of the Zhiyun tribe who came from the clouds stood on the clouds and looked down at the people at their feet.
"Jumang tribe, stop! The meeting of all ethnic groups has not started yet, and the Li people have arrived at Xihuang Mountain and should be protected."
The Zhiyun tribe is really strong, no matter the reason, they will dominate the situation as soon as they come.
Although from a certain perspective, the reason for the Jumang tribe to take action is actually untenable.
Just because an ancient tree was cut down, all the Li warriors who came to Xihuang Mountain must be sealed... In the eyes of most people, this is too harsh and unreasonable.
The young warriors of the Jumang tribe aimed their bows and arrows at the cloudweavers who were high above the clouds.
Perhaps flying in the sky is not an option in their blood, but flying... doesn't really make the Jumang people helpless.
Although Yang Zhenzhen was wearing a grass skirt, she was wrapped tightly.
In this world, she has grown to a height of eight meters. Looking at her now, she looks even more majestic.
The wind blew through the silver leaves, and the waves on the chest seemed to stir up the sea of leaves.
Above the clouds, a warrior from the Zhiyun tribe could not help but take a few more glances.
"Jumang tribe! Do you want to be enemies with our Zhiyun tribe?" The people of the Zhiyun tribe looked down.
At the same time, the white clouds they were standing on suddenly turned black into dark clouds.
Under the cover of dark clouds, there was lightning and thunder, and strong winds.
The power of nature looms over the heads of every Jumang person at this moment.
At the same time, it seemed to be promoting the power and unprovocation of the Zhiyun tribe to other tribes that had arrived at Xihuang Mountain.
"Hold your bow!" said a middle-aged warrior from the Jumang tribe who was strong and about fifteen meters tall and wrapped in rattan armor.
"Maki!"
"They killed an ancient tree!" A warrior from the Jumang tribe couldn't help but say.
Obviously, the Jumang warriors who had previously ordered their bows to be retracted were not just targeting the Zhiyun tribe in the clouds.
"Then defeat them all on the platform of the gods." The middle-aged Jumang warrior turned his head and said.
Then all the Jumang warriors put away their bows and arrows.
The original strong bow and sharp arrows all shrank and decayed in an instant.
Finally, it was reduced to crystal green seeds in the hands of these Jumang warriors.
The Li warriors who were originally dragged into the ground by the vines and roots of the trees also split the ground with axes, and then jumped out screaming and stared fiercely at all the Jumang warriors.
It is not that they are defeated by the Goumang people.
Every warrior of the Li tribe can be a nightmare to the enemy on the battlefield.
Because they are basically impossible to kill... or in other words, every death is a stronger process.
Injuries are also a source of strength for them.
The reason why they lost was largely due to the numerical difference and home disadvantage.
The sky has slowly darkened.
The reason why the sky is dim in Xihuang Mountain without the Sun Bird shining on it is because of the darkness of this mountain.
All the brilliance, most of the silvery leaves, began to fade away.
It’s time for all things to rest.
Of course, a small number of wild beasts that travel in the dark can enter their hunting grounds.
The warriors of the Jumang tribe walked toward the trees around them.
Then it was very naturally integrated into the ancient trees one by one.
Under the cover and protection of trees, the possibility of them being detected by wild beasts hunting at night is low.
The Cloudweaver tribe in the clouds were much more calm than the tribes below who were anxious to build shelters.
Under the cloud cover, a cloud palace easily appeared.
After the Shenchao clan implemented the method of building houses and nests, this kind of protective law began to circulate in the wild world.
Under the protection of the shelter, the attack and destructive power of wild beasts and beasts against the shelter will be greatly reduced.
Even the desire to take the initiative to attack will be greatly reduced, almost non-existent.
Therefore, if you cannot quickly return to the tribe in the wild.
So the best thing to do is to build a temporary shelter... that may be the last safe zone surrounded by animals.
The Li soldiers who lost the qualification to build shelters were not depressed.
They gathered together and tied their bodies tightly with chains made of rattan.
"Tie them up tightly! Remember not to let wild beasts take away your bodies, otherwise it will be very troublesome to grow them back."
"Then let's go have a big battle and gather strength to wait for the outbreak of the Ten Thousand Races Conference." The leader of the Li warriors said loudly to his companions.
All the Li warriors cheered excitedly.
They are indeed extremely difficult to deal with as they ignore pain and death.
The warriors from other tribes also used their methods.
In addition to using the collected dead wood, leaves, rattan, mud, and stones to build shelters.
They will also light bonfires around to drive away wild beasts, or sprinkle various powders, venom, etc. to drive away wild beasts.
When darkness completely covered the mountain forest.
The roars of beasts one after another replaced the human noise during the day.
Wild beasts began to shuttle in groups in the mountain forest.
Occasionally, there will be some human screams.
The sound of fighting is also endless.
Various magical arts also shine with different brilliance in the dark night.
The night... was extremely long.
Not many people can actually sleep on a night like this.
Even the proudest Cloudweaver tribe still has to be on guard against possible sudden attacks by flying wild beasts.
The guardian rules of the Shenchao clan may not be completely effective.
The chirping of the divine bird penetrated the entire mountain forest.
A hazy white light first rose from the treetops.
Then it leads to the whole tree...the whole land.
The entire Xihuang Mountain... seems to be alive at this moment!
It has its own rhythm, blooming with that clear brilliance in the thick fog of the morning.
Like a graceful goddess, covered in thick mist and gauze, twisting her graceful figure under the early morning light.
White, green, gold, red... four different lights, rising from four different directions.
Then it covered the entire Xihuang Mountain one after another.
Warriors from many tribes emerged from their respective shelters and looked at the beauty that occasionally bloomed in the mountains and forests.
Even the monks who have become accustomed to the wonders of the wild world will inevitably see floating splendor flashing through the smoke waves again.
"A lot of light and mysterious energy, a lot of wonderful and colorful divine light... If I can find such a magical place in reality, I can easily cultivate a large number of Taoist arts and magical powers, and can refine many magical abilities. It's a magic weapon... It's a pity... We still can't see through this place, let alone find the coordinates to this world." A monk, standing in this graceful mountain forest, couldn't help but sigh.
"Yes! I'm even thinking that even if I abandon reality and really live in such a world... there's nothing wrong with it!"
"This place is closer to mythology, to the simple and true way, just like all the rich Tao fruits... you just need to reach out and pick them."
"However, we are still bound to our external body. Even if we abandon the body, we still cannot truly belong here. If we suffer an accident... we will still be expelled." Another monk responded to the previous one The monk's emotion.
They may be competitors.
But at this moment, they felt something, and they inexplicably became closer to each other.
Time passes little by little!
When the glory of Xihuang Mountain reached its peak.
The people of the Zhiyun tribe appeared in front of others again, still so proud and self-righteous.
"Now that the time has come, let's start climbing!"
"Step onto the Ten Thousand Gods Platform, and under the gaze of the gods, we each strive for our own glory." After the people of the Zhiyun tribe finished speaking, they all lowered their cloud heads and stood down to earth.
As proud as they are, they dare not fly directly into the place where God is watching.
There is no road to the mountain.
But when many tribes and many strong warriors gathered together.
A road appeared beneath their feet.
A road leads to the top of the mountain.
And right on the top of the mountain, thousands of rays of light were shining, as if welcoming the arrival of these warriors.
Whether it was the natives of the wild world or the monks from outside, they all raised their heads high at this time, and then stretched their eyes, trying to find out what happened.
Everyone... is actually the first time to enter here, the first time to go deep into Xihuang Mountain, and the first time to explore this place where the gods once formed an alliance.
The travel to Xihuang Mountain flows in everyone’s heart.
Comparing it with what I saw and heard at this time, I had a completely new feeling.
Wang Yu only felt that his eyes were blurred and the scenery had changed.
Within the field of vision, the towering mountains have disappeared.
Only the road under your feet is still real and reliable.
It's just that the road, starting from the middle of the mountain, is covered by floating clouds, making it difficult to see clearly.
The companions who were originally traveling around him all disappeared without knowing when.
On the long road, he was the only one left walking alone.
Wang Yu knew that according to the rules, the test had begun.
Just like the road to Xihuang Mountain, there are too many unqualified choices that need to be eliminated.
This road... is also a screening.
The gods may have endless time.
But their time cannot be wasted on mere mortals.
Therefore, they can watch the mortals and play some kind of game to please them.
But it is necessary to regulate the time and limit this competition to a certain range.
"So... after passing the test, can you appear in the place where the gods watch, or do you just have to stay until the remaining number... meets the standards?" Wang Yu actually said to the entire gathering of all races in Xihuang Mountain, The concept is vague.
Because the tribes’ memories of the conference of all races are too long ago.
Before he appeared in the Fu Zhu tribe and changed the current situation of this tribe... this tribe was just struggling to survive and was completely unqualified to participate in the Conference of Ten Thousand Tribes.
As for communicating with other monks.
Then there is no need.
Although there are many versions of the so-called Ten Thousand Races Conference Strategy circulated in the Divine Realm.
All versions are correct.
But Wang Yu is very sure... these are all fabricated and used to steal money.
Why is Wang Yu so sure?
Because quite a few of the versions were written by him.
As a great writer in the strategy world.
Sometimes I use my credibility to cut some leeks... There's no problem with that!
After all, he is also a monk of the Ten Demon Sect and is now the leader of the Ten Demon Sect.
There is nothing surprising about such behavior.
Walking on the endless road in the vast clouds and mist, Wang Yu was careful every step he took.
Every step is taken with care.
He suspected that danger would suddenly appear from around a corner.
However... nothing happened.
It seems that there is nothing here except loneliness.
Occasionally, a gust of wind would blow away a little bit of the clouds, allowing him to see behind the clouds, the edges of the mountains where golden light exploded and stars swayed.
But a moment later, it was covered up.
Some thin and distant sounds came from the mountain.
It seemed that God was playing some kind of musical instrument on the top of the mountain.
The ancient sounds and simple tunes are constantly pulling at the soul, as if they are trying to plunge everything into a fantasy and lonely situation.
This is the test of the gods.
It is also a test for Ke Xiaoliang, the god of heaven.
As for the purpose of this test... of course it is another harvest.
