The Ancient Vast Realm

Xuanying Mountain

The morning sun penetrated the layers of clouds and mist, and its soft golden light filled the mountains, seeming to dispel the dark haze.

On the edge of the cliff, ancient trees stand tall and tall, and the distant peaks are looming in the haze. It is really a natural painting.

However, even though it was only early in the morning, the edge of the cliff was already crowded with people. Everyone was silently staring at the young man in front of him who was wearing Tsing Yi and had a resolute and handsome face.

"Mr. Wu, elders, I'm leaving for this trip. I don't know when I will return. Feng Xuan also asks you to take care of yourself!"

On the edge of the cliff, Feng Xuan looked carefully at the tribal elders gathered behind him. Seeing the worry and hesitation on their faces, he suddenly bent his knees and fell down heavily.

"What do you mean? Get up quickly. As my son, Xuanying, how can I kneel down to others!"

Seeing Feng Xuan's actions, everyone was shocked. The leader Xuan Niu and others subconsciously took two steps forward to help Feng Xuan up, but they were stopped by the old wizard.

"Mr. Wu, after leaving, I don't know if Feng Xuan will come back alive. I wish Xuan Ying the best and wish you all peace."

Feng Xuan stubbornly put his head on the slightly cold turf, and kowtowed three times seriously towards the tribe members and the Xuanying Tribe, and that direction was also where the Feng family's tomb was located.

Waiting for Feng Xuan to kowtow and ring his head, the old shaman solemnly took the white animal bone scepter from the guard on the side, which represented the position of the shaman priest of the Xuanying tribe, and gently tapped Feng Xuan's forehead.

"If you are healthy, then we will be fine and the tribe will be in peace.

The black bird flies far across the sky, like a flower falling to the ground and returning to its roots. Although it is a cold nest here, I still look forward to your return."

Under Feng Xuan's stunned gaze, the old man Wu said calmly.

And this formal scene made Feng Xuan instantly feel like he was going back to the time when the old man Wu taught Wu Wen with himself and others before he could practice.

Although he is now much more powerful than Wu Lao, Wu Lao is still the omniscient and lofty elder in his heart.

Feng Xuan knew that this was Elder Wu reminding himself that no matter how powerful he was and what kind of world he would see, the Xuanying Tribe would always be his home, and the tribe was also looking forward to his return. If one day he felt Tired, the door of the Black Eagle Tribe will always be open for him.

"Fengxuan——know"

Feng Xuan was silent for a while, then nodded slightly to indicate that he understood.

Then Feng Xuan stood up and slowly retreated. In the eyes of everyone, his figure slowly floated up until he landed on a huge white feather.

"Brother, let's go..."

Feng Xuan pursed his lips, looked at the people below who had not dispersed, and said to Yin Mo, who was sitting cross-legged on the feathers.

"Xuan Ying is not bad, and your tribe is not bad either."

While Yin Mo was controlling the white feather flying boat to fly into the distance, he glanced at the Xuanying Mountain below and suddenly said with a chuckle.

Hearing Yin Mo's words, Feng Xuan looked at him with some confusion. Although he always felt that something was wrong, he could not find any problem and just regarded it as Yin Mo's casual compliment.

"Dong dong...dong dong..."

Suddenly, a drumbeat sounded from the Xuanying Mountain that was gradually receding. Feng Xuan looked in shock and saw several strong young men standing in front of a big cowhide drum among the tribe. Beating rhythmically.

"Brother Xuanshi, Brother Xuanye, Brother Xuantuo..."

Seeing those people, Feng Xuan murmured softly.

Among the people seeing them off, Feng Xuan had not seen Xuan Shi and the others before, and was still a little confused. But when he heard the sound of the drums and saw the people beating the drums, something seemed to be touched in his heart. .

"Anyway, there is still some time, do you want to stay for a while longer?" Looking at Feng Xuan's appearance, Yin Mo sighed and said.

He knew very well that after Feng Xuan returned to the Holy Land this time, he would go to the war city, and each war city was indeed a huge gathering place of death. Even the princes of each war hall had countless people who died here throughout the ages.

In the past, most of the many palaces in the Ksitigarbha Palace fell away after going to the Battle City, and they were called the burial ground of geniuses.

But Yin Mo also knew that almost every master of the war palace and peerless power came out of the war city. Only those who can survive in that place can be called true strong men.

As for Feng Xuan's trip to War City, no one can guarantee that he will be able to return safely, and this is also Feng Xuan's own decision.

After hearing Yin Mo's words, listening to the slowly disappearing drum sound in his ears, and looking at the Xuanying Mountain that gradually became blurry in his field of vision, Feng Xuan shook his head and said softly:

"No, let's go"

He has done what he needs to do and what he needs to see, and there is no point in staying here at this time.

The demonic disaster has passed, and the black domain forces in the Canglan Mountains have almost been uprooted. Coupled with some of his remaining connections, the Xuanying Tribe is now almost as stable as a rock in the Qishan Mountains, and no longer needs to be like a rock. In the past, I had to worry about being destroyed by a powerful wild beast at any time if I didn't like it.

Today, Xuanying Mountain has gradually revealed some different reputations in Qishan. Although the population of Xuanying Tribe is still sparse, even less than that of most small tribes, in terms of overall strength, it has exceeded A normal medium-sized tribe.

Feng Xuan believed that with the many resources and heritage he left behind, it might not be long before the Black Eagle Tribe could become as famous as the Li Shang Tribe and become a powerful medium-sized tribe. When he thought of this, Feng Xuan couldn't help but smile.

As the white feather flying boat cut through the sky, Feng Xuan also bathed in the sun and looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar mountain forest.

"We are almost there. Why are you still looking for that old Kuiniu? Are you afraid that he will harm your Black Eagle Tribe? There is no need. It doesn't have the courage. The Kuiniu tribe has had an advantage since the ancient times, that is, knowing the times. Since the fourth senior brother has communicated with him before, you don't have to worry about anything at all."

Suddenly, Yin Mo interrupted Feng Xuan's thoughts and said with some curiosity.

Hearing this, Feng Xuan noticed that they had unknowingly come to the depths of Mount Qishan.

However, Feng Xuan twitched his mouth at the communication method of the fourth senior brother mentioned by Yin Mo.

He didn't think that, with the character of the fourth senior brother, he would communicate with the leader of Qishan properly. He might have some threats. Although this was very effective, it was not convincing.

The white feather flying boat that the two of them were riding on had not yet reached the destination, but they had been locked by many auras at some point, and the owners of these auras were probably at least wild beasts in the early stage of the flying realm.

"It seems that this old Kuiniu has used some means. There are so many wild beasts with intact auras in Qishan. No wonder Qishan is relatively peaceful. If these wild beasts all went crazy and attacked your human tribe, I'm afraid that few tribes would survive. From this point of view, this old Kuiniu is quite good as a leader of a region."

Feeling the auras that were firmly locked around the two of them, Yin Mo said with interest, with a flash of light in his eyes, obviously using some kind of magical power of the Dharma Eye.