Outside Liang Zhu City, the dragon man was holding a book made from linden leaves, silently reading it while shaking his head.
On the green linden leaf, the tiny golden characters released beams of light. Every time the dragon warrior read something interesting, a beam of golden light would fly up from the page and transform into a few inches long small dragon, hovering and dancing around his finger.
Hundreds of small golden dragons like this had already been hovering around the dragon man's hands, releasing a strong dragon power. Standing beside the dragon man, Dishi Jin looked at the dragon man's hands with admiration and respect, his eyes filled with longing and passion. The dragon man's pair of hands seemed to be flawless, as if they were carved from gold.
A golden light flew over from Liang Zhu City. The dragon man abruptly raised his head and shielded himself against the golden light with his right hand, leaving a faint golden light in the air. Pop! The golden light bloomed on the dragon man's fingertip. A basin-sized golden lotus spun slowly, from which, 'Polo Do''s voice could be heard.
"Got it! Masters, come into the city now! Don't let any of them go!" 'Polo Do''s voice was filled with pride and calmness.
"Got it! Such a priceless credit! " The Dragon Lord leaped to his feet. His straight and rigid face was like the thawing of spring ice. Abruptly, an incomparably bright smile blossomed on his face as he said, "Haha, disciples, follow me into the city. Capture all the non-humankind monsters in the city, and kill anyone who dares to resist!"
Breathing deeply, the dragon man continued with a resonant voice, "If we succeed this time, we will gain immeasurable natural rewards power. We will be able to improve our cultivations, and we will be protected by the natural fortune. In the future, our cultivations will be improved by leaps and bounds. From now on, we will live a free and unfettered life!"
Waving his hand, the dragon man took out an alms bowl with his left hand and a staff with his right hand. Then, he walked to the head of his flying dragon with big steps. This flying dragon, who had been dozing off on a rock, raised its head and roared towards the sky. Then, it leaped up into the sky, trod on clouds, and carried the dragon man to Liang Zhu City.
Dishi Jin breathed deeply as well. Looking at his own hands, he murmured, "Things have come to this. There's no turning back. The path I chose was not wrong. The Dishi Family was already rotten. Only by melting the boundless sins of the Dishi Family in the red lotus fire of karmic fire could the Dishi Family be reborn. I, Dishi Jin, will be the ancestor of the new Dishi Family, which will be hundreds, tens of thousands of times stronger! "
Roaring towards the sky, Dishi Jin pulled out his sword and pointed it at Liang Zhu City. Next, he wielded his left hand and a meters tall flagpole appeared in his hand. Along with a loud swooshing noise, a green lotus flag fluttered in the wind. Dishi Jin raised the flag with all his strength and followed the dragon man to Liang Zhu City with big steps.
"Hoo-ha!" Following a thunderous roar, hundreds of millions of human warriors from Tusk Basin marched forward in orderly lines, approaching Liang Zhu City with giant steps, like an iron wall.
Wearing heavy armors and holding sharp blades, these human warriors, who used to be slaves in the mines, had their eyes blazing with fire. They prayed in low voices while stamping their feet against the ground with all their strength, gasping quickly for air as they approached Liang Zhu City. They used all their strength and stomped on the ground, causing the mountains to shake and the earth to rumble. Their loud footsteps shook the heavens and the earth, scaring countless birds and beasts to flee in panic.
Some of these human warriors were sent to Tusk Basin by non-humankind slave-hunting troops in recent years. Their blood was boiling, and they roared thunderously like surging torrents. They couldn't wait to rush into Liang Zhu City and take revenge for all the sufferings they had suffered all these years.
More human warriors had been living in those dark mines in Tusk Basin for generations, tens of generations, even hundreds of generations. Their ancestors were captured by the non-humankind and sent to Tusk Basin. Since then, they never left.
Before today, these people, who had been slaves for generations, had never seen mountains and rivers, never seen the blue sky and white clouds. They had never seen the ancestral land of their own clans, and it had been many years since they went to the ancestral temple of their own clans to worship their ancestors.
In the dark, damp, and cold mines, these human warriors, who had been slaves for generations, struggled to survive like maggots, kept in mind what their ancestors had told them. They were human beings, they had their own surnames, and they knew where their ancestors lived!
They kept in mind the last words of their fathers and grandfathers. They were human beings, and their ancestors used to live in beautiful mountains and rivers. Their ancestors used to walk under the blue sky and white clouds with their chests puffed out. No matter when, no matter how many generations had passed, once they had a chance to leave Tusk Basin, they would rush out and return to their homeland.
Coarse clay pots were tied around the waists of many human warriors, who had lived in Tusk Basin for tens of generations, even hundreds of generations. These clay jars of different sizes were filled with the ashes of their ancestors.
The living conditions in Tusk Basin were simple. Therefore, these human warriors couldn't afford to let each of their ancestors have a separate clay pot. These clay pots contained the ashes of their ancestors, including their fathers, grandfathers, great-grandfathers, great-grandfathers … The ashes of their fathers and grandfathers were mixed in these clay pots. These human warriors would take these ashes back to their ancestral land and bury them in the place where their ancestors had been buried for generations.
If they had a chance, they would bury the remains of their bodies in the place where their ancestors had taken root, even if they drifted away like fallen leaves.
This was the humblest, toughest, and most precious persistence of the humankind. Because of this tiny bit of persistence, the humankind had become what it was today.
But before that!
With clay pots tied around their waists, these human warriors gripped their weapons. Their nostrils had even expanded because of the extreme excitement, making them gasp like raging bulls. Before sending their ancestors back to their ancestral land, which had been engraved in the deepest part of their souls, they first had to collect the debt from those non-humankind monsters.
His ancestors, his fathers, died miserably and without dignity in those dark, dark, and damp mines, just like worms. But, why could these non-humankind monsters enjoy such a luxurious life in such a magnificent city?
This was Pan Gu world, and Pan Gu world belonged to the humankind!
Human beings died in mines without any dignity, while non-humankind monsters lived high above the masses? These human warriors didn't know any principles. They only knew that since their ancestors had died in such a miserable way, these non-humankind monsters couldn't live as freely as they wanted anymore!
The anger rose from their hearts, then turned into a boundless intent of killing.
Hundreds of millions of slave miners had nearly tangible dark clouds drifting above their heads. That was the resentment accumulated by countless slave miners for countless years. Soon, the resentment turned into a red aura of killing, hovering above the enormous army like a giant flag.
Dragon, Tiger, Lion, and Elephant, the four of them each led a tremendous troop that was filled with a strong aura of killing, marching into Liang Zhu City with an unstoppable force.
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