Good Poem, Good Poem
The Desolate Primordial Dragon Tribe was similar to the Redbud Dragon Tribe. They both had a giant city that towered into the clouds. Ning Qi could occasionally see a few Desolate Primordial Dragon Tribe members that looked similar to Huang Zhen flying in and out of the city. Below the giant city, there was an incomparably large city gate that was open.
"I heard that the Desolate Ancient Dragon Tribe controls more than ten billion humans here. This population is equivalent to more than a hundred Qin Tang Empires. These ten billion humans all serve the Desolate Ancient Dragon Tribe and have to pay a huge amount of taxes every year. Other than that, among the Nine Great Families, the Bai Xiao Family, the Tuoba Family, and the Sikong Family are also under the jurisdiction of the Desolate Ancient Dragon Tribe because they are located in the West Barren …"
Ning Qi stood nearby and looked at the Sacred City of the Ancients as he thought to himself. He could roughly estimate the strength of the Desolate Ancient Dragon Tribe from the little things he knew. Fortunately, the system only allowed him to challenge the Desolate Ancient Ruthless, who was ranked first on the Dragon Ranking. If he were to challenge the Desolate Ancient Dragon Tribe on the Mortal Ranking, Ning Qi would not have the confidence to do so.
"Who are you? What do you want to do in the Sacred City? "
When he reached the city gate, two human guards stopped Ning Qi. Ning Qi glanced at their attributes and realized that they had the surname Tuoba. It was obvious that they were disciples of the Tuoba Family, one of the Nine Great Families.
"I am Ning Qi from the Cloud Rising Sect. I have important matters to attend to in the Ancient Sacred City."
Ning Qi said calmly.
"Cloud Rising Sect?"
The two guards looked at Ning Qi with disdain. One of them said, "Since you are not from the West Barren, you will have to pay three thousand Middle Spiritual Crystals to enter the city."
Three thousand?
Ning Qi remembered that when he first entered Fang Saint Palace, he had only handed over a thousand Middle Spiritual Crystals. However, he then noticed a flash of light in the eyes of the two guards. He immediately knew that these Spiritual Crystals were going to end up in their pockets.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, Ning Qi did not bargain. He took out 3,000 Middle Spiritual Crystals and handed it to them. Then, under their shocked gazes, he entered the Ancient Sacred City of the Ancients.
After Ning Qi entered the city, some other humans arrived. However, the leader of the group was a native of the West Barren that the guards were familiar with. They did not ask much and let them in. After that, they gave the leader some Middle Rank Spirit Crystals and left. If Ning Qi was here, he would find that he knew all of them. Among them were Chu Feng, Yuwen Kongming, Chu Xian and so on.
"I was delayed on the way. I don't know if their duel has started."
Yuwen Kongming said lightly.
"It shouldn't have started yet. Otherwise, we would have heard the news long ago."
Chu Feng smiled faintly.
"The three of you, go and gather some information. We'll wait for you here."
Yuwen Kong Ming pointed at a restaurant not far away and said to Chu Xian and the other two.
"Yes!"
The three of them nodded and left immediately.
After them, batches of humans arrived one after another. However, they were all led by the locals. Even if the guards found it strange, they could not ask much. After all, there were billions of people here and they could not possibly know everyone. It was hard to meet a fat sheep like Ning Qi in a few years.
…
Ning Qi spent some money and bought something from a stall in the Ancient Sacred City of the Ancients. He pretended to chat with the stall owner and found out that Ancient Desolation Li was in the city. However, in the Ancient Sacred City of the Ancients, the palace where the Ancient Desolation Dragon Tribe lived did not allow humans to get close. The security area was ten miles wide. If one did not receive an invitation and stepped in, regardless of the reason, they would be killed by the Ancient Desolation Dragon Tribe.
"Little brother, is this your first time in the Ancient Sacred City of the Ancients?"
The stall owner looked at Ning Qi and smiled faintly.
"Big brother, how did you know?"
Ning Qi asked curiously.
"Because I asked the same questions when I first came here. You came here to see the glory of the Ancient Desolation Dragon Tribe? Since you've bought so many things from me, I'll give you some advice. Go straight from here. Thirty miles away, there's a canal. Recently, some Remote Antiquity Dragon Tribe members have been fascinated by the poems and songs of our humankind. They've been reciting poems there. If you happen to be there, you'll see them. But, let me tell you, don't ever mess with those guys with gold-rimmed clothes. "
The stall owner said in a low voice.
Recite poems?
Ning Qi was stunned. After he confirmed that the stall owner was right, he could not help but curse in his heart. A group of dragons actually learned to compose poems?
This was really … ridiculous. It was like a monkey wearing a crown!
However, since there was a chance to see the Ancient Desolation Dragon Tribe there, Ning Qi had to go. When the time came, he would find a reason to ask them to send a message. He did not believe that Ancient Desolation Li would not accept the challenge.
After thanking the stall owner, Ning Qi walked towards the canal.
At this moment, Chu Xian and the other two happened to see Ning Qi's back.
"Is that him?"
Dongfang Ling Dong frowned.
"It is indeed him. I would recognize him even if he turned to dust."
Yuwen Shang said coldly.
"Since he is still here, it means the competition has not started. I will call them. You guys follow him."
Chu Xian said.
"Alright, go."
Dongfang Ling Dong and Yuwen Shang nodded and followed behind Ning Qi. Chu Xian returned the way she came.
Thirty miles passed in the blink of an eye.
Ning Qi saw a huge river with raging waves. This river was countless miles long, and it was even wider than the Heavenly River in the Forbidden Land of Dried Bones. Looking at it with his naked eyes, he estimated it to be two to three thousand zhang wide!
Next to the river, there was a park with a lot of people. Ning Qi saw at a glance that at the highest point of the park, there was a stone pavilion. Inside stood more than ten young men and women wearing white robes with gold trimmings.
After glancing at their stats, Ning Qi confirmed that these people were Desolate Ancient Dragons in human form. Looking at how they were shaking their heads, it was obvious that they were reciting poems. Ning Qi chuckled inwardly as he walked towards them.
"Who is this?"
"Doesn't he know that we humans are not allowed to step into that stone pavilion?"
"He's probably a newcomer?"
The others in the park saw Ning Qi walking towards the stone pavilion and could not help but gloat. None of them went to warn Ning Qi.
When he was close to the stone pavilion, Ning Qi heard this group of 'talented' Ancient Desolation Dragon Tribe reciting a poem.
"Gazing at the boundless milky way."
"Eternal winter leaves a reflection."
"Burning fire burns the river and lightens your body."
"Everything turns to nothingness."
"Good! Good poem! "
"Desolate Cruel, this poem of yours is referring to this canal of ours, right? It's boundless and boundless. When the winter is cold, it can even freeze one's reflection within it. After that, as long as our Desolate Ancient Dragon race spits out a mouthful of Deviant Flame, everything would be reduced to nothing."
"I don't think there is anyone stronger than Ancient Cruel in the human race!"
The group praised the Ancient Desolation Dragon Tribe member who recited the poem.
Ning Qi could not help but laugh.
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