Demon Slaying, Gaining 60 Years of Cultivation From the Start

Gu Chen broke through to commune with the divine, stomping out Ling Yun Valley, and like a hurricane, this news swept across all lands under the heavens.

Not only in Da Xia, but even the barbarian tribes and the Great Yuan were aware of this news.

As Gu Chen, or rather, as an ally of Da Xia, learning of this news naturally brought great joy; while Gu Chen's enemies, or those hostile to Da Xia, were naturally thrown into disarray upon hearing it.

Just beyond the borders of Yan State lay an endless, majestic mountain range with peaks stretching as far as the eye could see. Every mountain peak was gray-black, ancient and weathered, towering enormously, piercing the skies.

This boundless range was pervaded by a heavy aura, as if it had stood since time immemorial, weathering the passage of ages, enduring from the primeval times to the present.

This was the foremost forbidden area in the Nine States—the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains!

In the era of antiquity, gods and demons once dwelled here, and now, it is the habitat of their descendants, the barbarian tribes.

Within the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, there were countless venomous insects and ferocious beasts; treacherous lands abound. Even for a martial grandmaster in the innate realm entering the mountains, there was a ninety percent chance of dying within.

The environment here was peculiar, unbearable for warriors from the Nine States, and tinged with faint strands of the primeval, starkly different from the world outside, or perhaps completely dissimilar.

There were even some beasts with divine demonic bloodlines existing here, their strength formidable enough to contend with various powerful warriors of the Nine States.

Back when the Emperor of Da Xia subjugated the world, trampling over the martial fraternity, the reason he could not completely annihilate the barbarian tribes was that, in the last moments, seeing defeat was inevitable, the remaining barbarians fled into the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

The Tower Supervisor of Qintian Monitor once used the Heavenly Human Gazing Skill to predict that the mountains were extraordinary, and even with the Emperor's cultivation and realm, entering might trigger some forbidden elements. Hence, the Tower Supervisor had stopped the Emperor from pursuing them into the mountains that year.

At this moment, deep within the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, black trees reached up to the heavens, their old bark bulging, glimmering with dark light, sharp beyond measure, like weapons capable of taking human life.

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At one side, there were also various man-eating flowers and plants, opening their large mouths, looking terrifyingly vicious.

There were also all sorts of poisonous insects crawling on the not-so-distant ground, dense and numerous, chilling to the bone.

This was a place that seemed horrific just at a glance, with an atmosphere that was incredibly sinister.

And yet, it was in such a place that many simple wooden huts stood, and the largest and most grandiose of these huts was where the current chieftain of the barbarian tribe, Yelanbar, resided.

Yelanbar was an extremely burly man, over nine meters tall, with a ferocious appearance. At the moment, his upper body was bare. Below, he was wrapped in a piece of animal skin, and his copper-colored skin, exposed to the air, was adorned with various mysterious patterns.

At the same time, his muscles bulged immensely, towering, and each muscle on his body was as large and as hard as a piece of granite.

Each generation's chieftain of the barbarian tribe was the strongest warrior among them. It was said that relying solely on their physical prowess, they had the strength to raze cities, uproot forts, and move mountains and seas.

This generation's chieftain, Yelanbar, could be considered among the leading figures of the chiefs through the ages. Especially after receiving the ancient gods and demons' gifts, his bloodline's power was revived, making his strength incredibly formidable, almost rending him the most powerful among the tribal chiefs.

Not far from the chieftain was a figure formed from gathered dark mist, the current Grand Shaman of the barbarian tribe—Saranguis.

"How much longer before the Grand Shaman can leave seclusion?" Yelanbar asked in a booming voice, as resonant as a lion's.

Saranguis was formed from dark mist, his figure somewhat ethereal. Upon hearing the question, he said, "Soon, in a few months at the shortest, or a year at most, I can fully absorb the entirety of our ancestor's gifts and officially break out of seclusion."

Hearing this, the chieftain Yelanbar nodded slightly. He, along with the Grand Shaman Saranguis and many other valiant warriors of the barbarian tribe, had received their inheritance. He was the most successful, hence the first to emerge.

"There's news from the outside world. The Da Xia warrior who once interfered with our plans at the border of Yan State and killed our valiant warriors; he has now become a Martial Daoist in the Communing Realm. How does the Grand Shaman view this?"

Upon hearing this, Saranguis envisioned Gu Chen's figure. At the time, Gu Chen had seemed insignificant in his presence, and he did not expect that in such a short span, Gu Chen had reached this stage.

"Marquis of Pingxi is truly useless. Otherwise, how could this boy have had the chance to grow? He would have died on the border long ago," Saranguis replied coolly.

Yelanbar furrowed his brows, "This child's growth is too rapid. It is said he took less than a year to go from Innate Realm to Commune with the Divine. If we grant this child more time, I fear he might become a great threat to our tribe."

"So what you're saying is, you wish to kill him now?" Saranguis inquired.

"While I harbor such intentions, the majority of our warriors are currently receiving the gifts from our ancestors, and our available forces are indeed limited. This is why I have summoned the Grand Shaman, to discuss this matter," Yelanbar stated gravely.

"There's no need for too much worry. Firstly, the martial path becomes more difficult as one progresses, with no one capable of advancing unimpeded forever. Furthermore, even if he has achieved Coagulation Field, he would still not match up to you or me. At present, we have more important matters to attend to," Saranguis spoke indifferently.