The Eastern Wasteland was vast and boundless. Its mountainous terrain extended from the west to the southeast, finally turning into a chaotic cliff that penetrated deep into the vast Power Sea. A small tribe called the Zhan tribe occupied this place.
Near the sea, white waves that were over a hundred feet tall surged over, constantly crashing against the reefs on the shore. From time to time, there would be loud noises. If one stood in front of it, one's mind would be shaken by the majestic aura.
Not far away, on the yellow beach, a skinny boy of eleven or twelve years old was holding a wooden shovel and digging something with all his might. Beside his feet was a straw basket.
He was extremely focused and careful. As the pit became deeper and deeper, his small body also sank into it. He could only see clumps of sand flying out. At this moment, if someone pushed the sand on both sides, he would immediately be buried out.
Suddenly, his hand paused. He heard a dull thud as if he had touched something.
His eyes lit up, and he immediately abandoned the wooden shovel. He dug with both hands and dug out a shell that had many holes on its edge. However, the surface was smooth, and it was obviously polished by someone.
He carefully brushed away the sand and saw a strange pattern carved on it. Even though the strokes were simple, it looked ancient and powerful. It exuded a sense of desolation and desolation.
"This is it."
He exclaimed excitedly. Suddenly, he heard a rustling sound. Little crabs crawled out of the straw baskets at their feet one after another.
"Oh no!"
He grabbed the shell tightly, not even caring about the wooden shovel, and jumped out of the sandpit. The moment he left, the beach suddenly exploded, and a three-foot-long, two-clawed, white-bellied strange fish jumped out.
The young man flipped on the sand and stood up. He watched the fish bite at him with its sharp teeth. He wiped away the sand and sweat on his face and thought, "That was close."
He didn't dare to stay here any longer. He ran towards the cliff that stood by the shore.
After running for three to four miles, he finally reached the bottom of the cliff.
On the cliff, there were many houses and corridors along the crevices of the mountain. It looked like they had spent a lot of effort to dig holes in the hard rock. They were built by inserting wooden wedges and inserting them.
Above, someone clasped his hands and shouted, "Little monkey, come up quickly. The bird is coming.
The little monkey answered, "Got it."
Holding the shell in his mouth, he sprinted up a high slope, leaped into the air, caught hold of a hanging rope, and began to climb. In just a few steps, he had reached the first foothold. Then, with the help of the wooden wedges protruding from the rock wall, he climbed up to the three-hundred-feet-high stone platform in one go. His body was as agile as a little monkey.
However, at this point, there was still a distance of about ten feet from the top, and there was nothing to borrow strength from. The soft rope that was supposed to be hanging there was also nowhere to be seen.
At this moment, an anxious urging voice came from above. "Quick! Little monkey, hurry up. "
The little monkey only heard a faint hissing sound in the sea breeze. Looking back, he saw that above the boundless azure sea in the distance, there were a few black shadows appearing at the end of the horizon. They were densely packed and seemed to be endless. He couldn't help but shiver. Gritting his teeth, he stepped on the rock wall and took a few steps back. Almost to the edge of the stone platform, he exerted his strength and rushed forward again. Stepping on the slightly slanted cliff wall, he took a few steps and reached out his hand to hook onto the gangplank above. However, he was small and weak after all. When the momentum dissipated, he was still a little short.
Just as he was about to fall, a thick arm stretched out from above, grabbed him, and pulled him up.
The owner of the arm was a lean man. He threw him to the ground and scolded, "Little monkey spirit, I'll pull you up for your sister's sake. The next time you go out at this time, I won't bother you."
The little monkey spat out the shell and got up with a grunt. With a cheeky smile, he said, "Thank you, Brother You."
However, the man's face darkened. He pressed down on the monkey's head and stuffed it into a cave at the side. He urged, "You still have the mood to laugh? Hurry up and hide."
The little monkey bent down and hid in a narrow and cramped crevice. There were already a few children inside, and they were all winking at him. He chuckled and hid in a corner. He carefully put the shell in his arms.
The man outside the crevice had a solemn expression. He looked into the distance. At this time, he could already see the appearance of the black dots. They were large birds with white feathers and scarlet eyes. They had thick beaks and huge bodies. Their bodies emitted a fierce aura.
He didn't dare to delay. He took a few steps and hid in a cave that he had dug in advance.
After about a dozen breaths, the shrill cries became sharper and more rapid. They converged into a tidal wave that seemed to be able to tear one's eardrums.
When the demonic birds got close, they smashed into the gray vines on the rock wall one by one, making loud thumping sounds.
The little monkey hugged its head and curled up in the corner. It could hear the violent pounding outside, but it didn't dare to move.
It took a full hour for the noises outside to calm down.
After a while, the sound of drums could be heard. The little monkey and the children knew that the crisis was over. They all cheered and couldn't wait to climb out of the crevice.
It wasn't just them. From top to bottom, from the rock cave that stretched for tens of miles, there were also figures coming out. There seemed to be more than ten thousand of them.
However, many of the houses were damaged and broken. There were also people who were dragged out of the cave and pecked to death by the birds. Their mutilated corpses fell down the cliff. It was incomparably miserable. However, the tribes that survived by the sea had people dying every day. The people in the tribes were already used to it.
Suddenly, someone shouted, "It's the Red Pouch!"
The little monkey quivered. It grabbed the railing and looked down. It saw a pouch that was about half the size of a human head on the stone platform below. It looked bright and dazzling. It was very attractive.
However, it was a pity that someone had already taken it. An old man wearing a thick feathered robe carefully picked up the pouch with a few strong men. He looked at it carefully and called out happily, "It's the Hundred Years Pouch. Young Gun, come and drink it."
"Go away, go away." A young man who was as strong as a calf walked over and pushed aside the children in front of him. He went down the rope and snatched the pouch. He raised his head and gulped it down. The red liquid flowed from the corner of his mouth and chest and dripped onto the ground. Immediately, a fragrant smell wafted in the air.
The old man said with great heartache, "Slow down, slow down. Don't waste it. "
The little monkey looked at all of this with great envy. Many children who were about the same age as it were also drooling. They widened their eyes and swallowed with their dirty fingers.
The birds had the habit of storing the food they swallowed in their mandibles. Because they often swallowed the essence of plants that could nourish each other, over time, the juice accumulated in their mandibles could be compared to natural treasures.
Even if an adult in the tribe drank a mouthful of it, even if they didn't eat or drink for a day and night, they wouldn't feel tired.
However, usually, only those who had trained their muscles and bones and were taught the secret method of strengthening their vitality by the priests could swallow so much in one go. If it was an ordinary child, he could taste it drop by drop.
This young man called "Zhanggun" was the grandson of the tribe leader. He had been practicing the technique of strengthening his vitality since he was three years old. His strength was far beyond that of his peers.
After he finished drinking the juice, his whole body became extremely red. He burped and spat out a gust of hot air. He threw the bag down the cliff. This action immediately attracted many children to climb down the rope, rushing to fight for the leftovers.
Zhanggun laughed.
The little monkey hesitated. It didn't fight for the leftovers, but it held the shell in its hand even tighter.
The old man in the feathered robe looked at Zhanggun affectionately. He jumped onto the back of a large eagle and whistled. Then, he rode it to the cliff cave at the top of the cliff. The cave was very spacious. It was about ten feet long and wide. From the marks on the wall, it could be seen that it was made by manpower.
Walking into the inner room, he took off his feather robe and threw it to a pretty young girl. Then he lay down on a soft couch covered with fur. A maid knelt in front of the couch and came over to massage his back and legs.
At this time, another girl came in and said, "Tribe leader. The high priest is here. "
The old tribe leader hurriedly said, "Invite him in."
After a while, a strong man with long hair and deep eyes came in.
The old tribe leader waved his hand and said, "All of you can leave."
All the maids left the cave. When only the two of them were left, he propped himself up and said, "High priest, this is the third flock of birds this month. The Frog Belly Vines are about to run out. Does the high priest know the reason?"
These Membrane Belly Vines could eat humans, beasts, and monsters. The Zhan tribe planted them on the cliff and used these vines to protect themselves from all kinds of enemies. However, if these vines grew too much, it would also pose a danger to the entire tribe.
However, these vines were also the favorite food of the birds. They would come to hunt every month. However, these birds were stupid and much easier to deal with than those fierce monsters.
In this way, not only would there not be too many Membrane Belly Vines, but they could also avoid the invasion of monsters. The Zhan tribe cleverly used the balance and were able to reproduce on the sea cliff for more than a hundred years.
However, everything was different since last month. Every other day, a flock of birds would fly over, which was very different from the past.
The high priest said, "These birds are not here to forage. They seem to have migrated from the north."
The old man was startled. He frowned and said, "North? Did something happen there?"
The high priest said, "It's hard to say. Maybe there's an extra ancient demon."
The old tribe leader rubbed his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "Ancient demon, that is possible."
In the past, when the ancient demon appeared, it would treat all the living creatures around it as food, causing several groups of monsters to flee. Although the birds had low intelligence, they would also try to escape when danger came.
The old tribe leader sighed and said, "If that's the case, there will be more flocks of birds coming. However, once the Frog Belly Vines are eaten, without these vines to hide, not to mention the monsters in the sea, even the monsters in the forest far away will climb up and eat me up after smelling our flesh and blood."
The high priest could not help but fall silent. Although he had some supernatural powers, he was helpless against thousands of birds.
The old tribe leader obviously understood this. He stared at the high priest and said, "I only ask one thing from you. If the Zhan tribe cannot hold on any longer, please bring my son along when you leave and send him to the Eastern Barren Kingdom." He took off the beast bone necklace from his neck and threw it over. "If you agree, it's yours."
The high priest caught it and looked at it. He thought for a while and said, "The Eastern Barren Kingdom is very far away from here. I can only do my best."
The old tribe leader grinned and said, "As long as you say that. There are a few maids outside, take whichever one you like."
The high priest hesitated for a while and nodded.
Night fell quickly. The little monkey's parents died early and only his sister was left as a maid. Nobody cared about him. After he returned to his residence, he ate the dried noodles that his sister had left for him. He then left the house and walked along a corridor for two to three miles before arriving at a cave.
This place was a natural cave. A year ago, a lame shaman from a destroyed tribe came to seek refuge with the tribe. The old chief saw that he was a good talker and asked him to join the tribe. The old tribe leader saw that he was a good talker and had a rough understanding of medicine, so he allowed him to stay here.
However, this person seemed to have traveled the Barren Continent and was good at talking about the ancient times. Therefore, many children and young people were attracted here every day to listen to his interesting stories.
The little monkey loved listening to him talk about the ancient times, so he came here early.
At this moment, the sky was dim and the cave was damp and cold. A bonfire had been lit in advance. It was hard to tell the age of the lame high priest. His hair was all white. His beard was sparse and he was wearing a thick hemp robe. He was taking a nap there.
After a while, people came one after another. Most of them were dirty children and young people. They sat down in a circle.
The lame high priest opened his eyes. Seeing that most people had arrived, he coughed. He was about to speak.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way."
A shout came from outside. Zhan Gun swaggered in, surrounded by a few sturdy teenagers. Without waiting for his order, his subordinates drove the children to the side, and even the little monkey was forced to step aside and go to the corner.
He sat opposite the lame high priest and raised his chin. He said, "That lame old man, you can start now.
The lame high priest knew that he was the tribe leader's grandson. Now that he was living under someone else's roof, he didn't want to offend him. He said, "Today, I will talk about Uncle Yuan splitting open the sky."
Zhan Gun waved his hand impatiently. "Isn't it just after Uncle Yuan transformed into heaven and earth? I've heard about the two brothers Bobai and Boxuan taking charge of the sun and moon. Change it up. "
The young people beside him shouted, "Change it up, change it up."
The lame high priest didn't get angry and said, "Alright, then let's talk about the Barren Continent giving birth to tens of thousands of spirits, the Pure Spirit Human Evolution Fruit, the turbid spirits turning into demons …"
Zhanggun interrupted, "I've heard of this as well. I heard that you came from the Desolate Continent. You must have heard of the Eastern Wasteland Kingdom, right? They built many earthen platforms, and they can even cook Great Demons and Ancient Demons.
The lame high priest smiled and said, "Young tribe leader is talking about the Eastern Barren Divine Kingdom, not the Eastern Barren Kingdom. It's not an earth platform, it's a slaughtering platform. It was originally a platform to kill demons, but someone thought it was too murderous and changed it to a drawing platform."
Zhan Gun was confused, "Isn't the Eastern Barren Divine Kingdom the same as the Eastern Barren Kingdom?"
The lame high priest shook his head and said, "It's not the same, it's not the same. Ten thousand years ago, one thousand and three hundred tribes were forced by the demons to swear an oath of blood at Mount Daxiang. They offered sacrifices to the heavens and the earth, establishing the Eastern Barren Kingdom and suppressing the Tianyuan Plains. The people in the kingdom were brave and strong, able to fight against the dragons in the sea and the demons in the mountains! Seven thousand years ago, the Divine Kingdom collapsed and was scattered into hundreds of countries. The Eastern Barren Kingdom was established by the descendants of the Gong Family of the Divine Kingdom. It's considered the most powerful among all the countries, but it can't be compared to the Divine Kingdom of the past. "
Zhan Gun wasn't a good-tempered person, he was slightly annoyed and said, "Then let's talk about the Eastern Barren Divine Kingdom."
The lame high priest nodded and told them the stories and rumors that were passed down from the Divine Kingdom one by one.
He was very eloquent. Whether it was Zhan Gun, the little monkey, or even the children, they were all attracted by the magnificent stories that were told on the Barren Land thousands of years ago. Especially when he talked about the Mystic cultivators who could summon the wind and rain with a wave of their hands and enslave demons, they even exclaimed and wished that they could be in their place.
The lame high priest had been talking for more than two hours, but the more he talked, the more excited he became, and the more his eyes shone.
"The reason why the Eastern Barren Divine Kingdom could fight against the ancient demons and demons was because of the Mystic cultivators. But a weak country can't raise its cultivators, and a small number of cultivators can't make a country strong!"
"What is a country?"
"Tens, hundreds, even thousands of tribes, united as one, have the power to open up wastelands and forests, to level mountains and fill seas, to kill demons and demons, and to protect the human world. Only then can it be called a country!"
"A country must defend its borders, a country must raise its strength, a country must raise its cultivators, a country must raise its cultivators, and a country must raise its cultivators!"
"Back then, in the Divine Kingdom, there were three thousand books. Golden seal scripts were engraved with knives, lines were pricked with needles, and words were written on jade bones and fur. Throughout the tens of thousands of years of the Divine Kingdom, there were countless brave and strong people, but in the end, they all became great people. All of them were wise and knowledgeable people. With brute force, they couldn't fight against the ancient demons. "
When he got excited, he picked up a branch and drew a few words on the ground.
The little monkey stretched its neck and stared without blinking, as if it was immersed in the story.
However, these youths and children were listening to his story and were not interested in these dry words that were like scribbles. Coupled with the fact that they were tired, many of them began to yawn.
Zhan Gun stood up and said in disdain, "Hey, what's the use of learning this? Could he defeat the Desolate Ancient Beast Demon? If you have the time, you might as well roast two fat fish. You can see them and touch them. If you eat them today, you can poop them tomorrow. Go back, go back. "
He waved his hand. A few young children followed him out. A voice came from outside. "Young Master is right. What Wen Gu? It's just a bag of old bones. I can kill it with one punch. No matter how many words it knows, it can only rot in its stomach. What's the use?"
"Heh, if you have the time. I might as well draw the bow a few more times and lift the stone a few more times. "
The rest of the children were reluctant to leave. They were waiting anxiously for the next part of the story to be told. However, when they saw the crippled shaman's concentrated expression, they felt bored and left one by one. In the end, only the little monkey stayed behind.
After a long time, the lame shaman finally finished writing. He put down the branch and looked over. "Why didn't you leave?"
The little monkey took out the shell that it got during the day. It passed it to him. "Mystic Teacher, you said that as long as I find a word, you will give me a name."
The lame shaman was a little surprised. "I didn't expect you to really find it."
He took it and looked at it. "This is the word 'Lu'. Hmm, eight thousand years ago, the Eastern Wasteland Divine Kingdom built the Lu Crossing Tower here to defend against the ancient demons in the sea. Since you are fated with this word, and your Zhan tribe uses Zhan as their surname, I will be called 'Zhan Lu'. How about that? "
The little monkey nodded. He happily picked up the branch and wrote his name on the ground.
The lame shaman looked at it and saw that it was quite decent. He asked curiously, "Have you learned how to write before?"
The little monkey scratched its head and said embarrassedly, "The word 'Zhan' is everywhere. Many people can recognize it. The word 'Lu' only has a few strokes, so it's easy to remember."
The lame shaman looked at it and suddenly stretched out his leg to wipe the words on the ground. He asked, "Can you write down the words Just Now on the ground?"
The little monkey scratched its head and wrote seriously. Although it was crooked, it managed to write more than eighty words out of the hundred or so words.
The lame shaman nodded. "Not bad. Are you willing to learn how to write from me?"
The little monkey's eyes lit up and it nodded furiously.
The lame shaman asked again, "Why do you want to learn?"
The little monkey said, "I think it's useful."
The lame shaman sighed and said, "You are fated. Let me ask you, do you know the biggest difference between humans and demons?"
The little monkey thought for a while and said, "Demons eat humans."
The lame shaman smiled. "Demons eat humans, but they also eat demons. Remember, we are born as humans, different from beasts and demons. We are born with intelligence, but without knowledge, we still can't become humans. Intelligence is given by the heavens, while knowledge is acquired. Look at the old tribe leader, he is considered a person with intelligence and knowledge. That's why he could lead the Zhan tribe to live by the sea. But if it were the young tribe leader, do you think he would succeed?"
The little monkey quickly shook its head.
The lame shaman said, "Therefore, even if you have intelligence and knowledge, you still lack one thing, and that is learning. Only by learning can you inherit the knowledge and wisdom of the predecessors. But a person's energy is limited. If he can't learn, how can he pass on the knowledge? Then, we need words. "
"Record the text on the bone armor and pass it down from generation to generation. Ten generations, a hundred generations, a thousand generations. Gather all the wisdom and learning in one place for future generations to learn. Then, sooner or later, we will be able to exterminate all the demons and monsters and establish a Divine Kingdom on Earth, a paradise of humanity!"
The lame shaman's words were like a magnificent painting in front of the little monkey. The little monkey's blood was boiling and his chest was filled with lofty aspirations. He couldn't help but clench his fists.
The lame shaman smiled and said, "But that day is still far away. You should learn these words first."
He seemed to have thought of something and said, "Also, don't call me Xuan Master. It's okay to say it here, but if I were to go to the countries in the Wasteland in the future, I would be a laughing stock. Only those who have cultivated to the state of spiritual form and the Dao of talisman can be called Xuan Master. I'm Just Now, I'm still far away."
The little monkey didn't know what spiritual form was and only raised its head to ask, "Then how should I address you?"
The lame shaman said, "If you're happy, you can call me Elder Mo or Old Man Mo."
The little monkey nodded and said, "Elder Mo."
Elder Mo grunted, "I won't keep you today. In the future, come and find me at this time every day and I'll teach you how to read words."
The little monkey didn't know any etiquette but he followed the rules of the tribe and bowed before leaving with a face full of excitement.
After he left, Elder Mo's cloudy eyes became clear and his body emitted a breathtaking aura. One of his legs didn't seem to be limping anymore as he walked steadily to the edge of the cave.
Looking at the churning sea under the moon, he thought to himself, "A year ago, the Great Xuan Master observed the stars and predicted that there would be changes in the north of the sea that would affect the southeast.
He suspected that there would be another ancient demon in the world. Looking at the changes in the recent days, it seems possible. I'll wait a few more days to see if it's true. "
Behind him, the bonfire in the cave gradually dimmed.
In the following month, the little monkey insisted on learning words every day. He was very intelligent and could remember dozens of words every day, which made Elder Mo very satisfied. He already had the intention to impart the cultivation method to him in advance but due to some considerations, he couldn't make up his mind.
In this period of time, the Zhan tribe suffered more and more attacks. The birds and beasts in the forest had long disappeared and there were many unheard of monsters crawling out of the sea and desperately scuttling towards the depths of the land. Every day, there would be huge marine animals stranded on the beach, causing people to tremble in fear.
This also made Elder Mo more certain of his guess. However, just a few days later, he shattered this thought.
On this day and night, a figure that was tens of thousands of feet tall appeared in the northern sky. Its head was flat and its body was long. It looked like a fish or a lizard with a transparent membrane on its tail. When it floated, there was a resplendent crystal light floating out. Under the moonlight, it was magnificent.
When this demon appeared, regardless of whether it was the sea or the land, all the living beings revealed expressions of despair and fear as they trembled. The people of the Zhan tribe were all pressed to the ground as if they were carrying a huge rock on their backs, unable to move.
Only Elder Mo was able to stand still. However, his entire body was trembling and his forehead was covered in sweat. "So it turns out that the ancient demon who dominates the six continents of the North Sea, 'Great Sage Glass Puppet', has not arrived yet. How dare she invade my Eastern Wasteland?"
However, in the next moment, he knew that he was wrong. The demon did not pay attention to them and instead hurriedly headed towards the interior of the Eastern Wasteland. From the looks of it, it was as if she was also fleeing. Furthermore, there were many bright lines behind her, which were clearly her kin.
Elder Mo was dumbstruck. Even the ancient demons were fleeing. It was hard for him to imagine what kind of huge change had occurred in the North Sea.
Just as he was making wild guesses, suddenly, a thunderous sound that resounded throughout the entire Eastern Wasteland exploded above him!
It was as if the sky had collapsed!
Elder Mo staggered and fell to the ground. He anxiously raised his head to look and saw that in the distant sky, a huge crack had been torn open. Then, a huge shadow that covered the sky slowly passed through.
As it arrived, it was as if the entire world was trembling!
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