Da Xuan Martial Saint - Chapter 1011: 505: Foreign Race 4 Ancestors_2
Chapter 1011: Chapter 505: Foreign Race 4 Ancestors_2
“Among these Twelve Tribes, the weaker tribes have a population of less than ten million, while the stronger ones boast several tens of millions. However, due to the impoverishment and harsh cold Beyond the Pass, this vast population often lives spread out in small tribal formations, only gathering when they invade the border of Da Xuan.”
Yuan Hong, as the King of North Garrison, has been fighting with the foreign races Beyond the Pass since he was a princely heir. Nearly a hundred years have passed, and although he may not be familiar with every detail, he certainly knows a great deal about them, and he speaks of this matter with the ease and familiarity of one discussing their own collection.
Chen Mu slowed his pace slightly and said, “I remember that the Twelve Tribes also differ in closeness among themselves?”
“Yes.”
Yuan Hong nodded slightly and said, “Among them, the tribes of Wumeng, Wusha, Wutu, and Wuwu are close to each other, and these four tribes all respect one person, whom they call ‘Wuzu,’ a being at the Blood Exchange Realm. When I was young, I fought him several times. Though I defeated him each time, he always managed to escape, and I couldn’t do anything against him.”
“Additionally, the tribes of Tule, Tuwu, and Tuyi all respect one ‘Tuzu,’ who is also at the Blood Exchange Realm.”
“Finally, the tribes of Shi Bi, Shi Ye, Shi Gong, Shi Wang, and Shi Ji all respect one ‘Progenitor Shi,’ who, like the others, exists at the Blood Exchange Realm. Above these three ‘Clan Progenitors,’ there is a ‘Great Progenitor’ whom all Twelve Tribes respect, and he is the only Celestial Human of the foreign races Beyond the Pass.”
One Celestial Human, three Blood Exchange beings, indeed does not pose much threat to the martial arts forces of Da Xuan, but hiding in remote and harsh lands makes them difficult to deal with. Figures like Yuan Hong and Gongyang Yu could indeed defeat several of the common progenitors of the foreign races if they ventured beyond the border, but if the opponents are determined to flee, it is hard to capture them. Moreover, given the scarcity of resources in the harsh land, going to war would be futile, so Da Xuan has little interest in subjugating the Twelve Tribes of the foreign races, with conflicts simply persisting for over a thousand years.
Chen Mu nodded slightly at Yuan Hong’s words and said, “I remember that ‘Great Progenitor’ reached the Celestial Human level just within the last twenty years.”
Yuan Hong said, “Yes, when the Sky Demon Sect and Heavenly Corpse Sect joined forces with the foreign races to invade Ice State, it was not entirely due to their instigation. The Twelve Tribes had been restless ever since that ‘Great Progenitor’ ascended to the Celestial Human level, and the actions of the Sky Demon Sect and Heavenly Corpse Sect merely presented an opportunity for them.”
Given that the foreign races have far fewer people than Da Xuan and scarce resources, while the Blood Exchange Realm heritage is continuously maintained, Celestial Masters are not usually inherited from generation to generation. Often, when a Celestial Master arises among the foreign races Beyond the Pass, they become arrogant for a certain time, and border invasions become more frequent. However, during the periods when Celestial Masters are out of succession, they tend to shrink back as much as possible.
After listening to Yuan Hong, Chen Mu gazed into the distance towards the barren highland and at a certain direction, saying, “Well, then let us go and meet this ‘Great Progenitor’ of the foreign race.”
Having said that.
He took a step forward, and his figure instantly appeared a thousand feet away.
Yuan Hong, watching Chen Mu’s distant stride, felt a sudden sense of awe. Ever since Chen Mu swept through the Capital City and dominated the world, his momentum has continued to grow daily. Despite being only over forty years old, even Yuan Hong, the King of North Garrison, occasionally feels an intangible pressure from Chen Mu, hinting at a sense of unfathomable depth.
Indeed, he is a once-in-a-millennium prodigy, a Martial Saint. Now, with the great catastrophe descending and the demon scourge impending, perhaps Chen Mu was born into this world to face the calamity, and whether the world can withstand the demon disaster may very well depend on him.
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The desolate and impoverished highland stretches on.
The barren mountain ridges meander like still ocean waves, layer upon layer.
Yet deep within this vast wasteland, after traveling an unknown distance, a valley suddenly emerges. This valley spans over a hundred miles, and its interior, unlike the harsh cold outside, is lush with greenery and crowded with buildings.
Indeed, amidst the immense decree of the heavens, there always exists a flicker of hope. Even in the barren and impoverished lands Beyond the Pass, within the cold highland, there exists a corner that can sustain human life. Compared to the entire highland, this valley is insignificant, yet it can support nearly ten million people and is the largest settlement of the foreign races Beyond the Pass, also the ‘Ancestral Lands’ of the Twelve Tribes.
At this moment.
In the center of this ancestral land of the foreign races, four streams are being channeled from four directions into channels, converging into a pond and continuing to flow downstream through the winding valley.
The water in the stream is clear and cool, reflecting a robust man with a bare chest and bulging muscles, his skin a bronze color. The man’s face has a reddish tone akin to jujube, with profound and sharp eyes beneath thick eyebrows. His facial features are stern, vaguely conveying an air of authority that commands respect and awe without anger.
He is precisely the one whom the twelve tribes of the Foreign Race beyond the Pass now collectively revere as the ‘Great Progenitor’, Qiu Xiang.
Qiu Xiang stood there by the clear pond, his gaze deep as he looked at the reflection in the water, lost in thought.
Suddenly.
From the reflection in the pond, an old figure, clad in coarse linen, holding a simple wooden staff, with a weathered face yet an expression of determination around the brows, slowly approached, taking steps until he neared.
The Great Progenitor Qiu Xiang slowly turned around to look at the approaching elder, speaking in a deep voice:
“It has been some years, Wuzu.”
“It seems I have arrived the earliest… since stepping into the Celestial Human level, your realm has grown increasingly profound.”
Wuzu slowly came to the edge of the pond, looked at the Great Progenitor Qiu Xiang, and then casually sat cross-legged beside him, devoid of any momentum, appearing merely as a common elder of the tribe.
Qiu Xiang slightly shook his head, saying: “A mere bit of progress, not worth mentioning; rather, the Central Lands have produced many outstanding figures in recent years, especially the Martial Saint who rose suddenly, invincible in the Central Lands, who poses a great threat to our tribe, making the situation somewhat unfavorable.”
Saying this, he couldn’t help but look to the heavens.
Chen Mu’s renown had already spread here, even he was startled upon hearing of it, among many rumors, some seemed unbelievable, but the fame of a person, the shadow of a tree, for the Central Lands to propagate such renown, even if somewhat exaggerated, was certainly not trivial.
If such a person were to set his sights beyond the Pass, intending to oppose their twelve tribes, then they might fall into an unprecedented great disaster in a millennium, even to the point of facing annihilation risk!
Wuzu, after hearing, slightly shook his head and said: “Those figures of the Central Lands are deceitful; how could their rumors be believed? I’ve also heard about this; that so-called Martial Saint of rumor seemed just a few years ago to have only competed in the Ice State with some children of my Four Departments, a Grandmaster at that, how could he rise to sweep the Central Lands, invincible in less than ten years?”
“This matter might just be the people of the Central Lands playing tricks, intending to intimidate us.”
When the renown of Chen Mu first spread, he was also startled, but later heard Chen Mu was seemingly once an elder of the Seven Profound Sect, and he vaguely recalled hearing Chen Mu’s name back then, immediately feeling the rumors might just be Central Lands people tricking them.
From Grandmaster to Blood Exchange, this step itself required at least several years of accumulation and foundation, then aspiring to step into Celestial Human, who knows how long that comprehension would take; even if the other party were exceptionally talented, breaking realms continuously in merely a few years, how could he dominate the Central Lands, be invincible, unless the Martial Arts of Central Lands had declined to the point of having no one?
Clearly not.
Take King of North Garrison, Yuan Hong, for instance, he is no easy character, having suppressed him in early years, then stepped into the Celestial Human level, leaving him far behind; among the twelve tribes, only the Great Progenitor Qiu Xiang is comparable to him.
And the Central Lands, abundant and populous, their Martial Arts thriving, such figures are certainly more than just one.
Hearing Wuzu’s words, the Great Progenitor Qiu Xiang pondered without reply, the edge of the pond thus fell into a brief silence, as moments passed, finally footsteps were heard again, and it was not one but two.
On the clear water surface, two silhouettes were reflected, striding in from different directions, one of them wearing a stark white skull on the head, resembling a wolf’s skull, though only the stark white bones remained, it still exuded an intense pressure; a glance was enough to unsettle, and some experienced individuals could recognize at once: it was the Bone of the Heavenly Demon!
The other, tall and sturdy with a bald head, two rows of unknown demonic creature teeth dangling from the shoulder, each reflecting a dim glow under the fierce sun, likewise exuding a sense of unease, it was the Tooth of the Heavenly Demon!
“Progenitor, Founder Ancestor, it has been many years.”
Sitting cross-legged beside the pond, Wuzu looked at the approaching two figures and raised his wooden staff to greet them.
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