The two walked out of the courtyard and quickly blended into the crowd.
Luo Qiang's eyes flickered, as if he wanted to say something, but he was hesitant and seemed to find it difficult to speak.
Wu Tian said calmly: "You can choose to stay, I won't force you."
He understood Luo Qiang's thoughts at a glance. He had finally reunited with his father and received the long-lost love and care, but he had to leave before he had time to enjoy it. It was hard for him to accept it for a while.
In fact, it’s not his fault. Wu Tian believes that if it were him, he would do the same.
"If it weren't for Master, I would never be able to avenge my mother. If it weren't for Master, I might still be a helpless, confused, struggling wretch. Master has given me a new life, and I will never forget this kindness. So wherever Master goes, I will go!"
The appearance of Wutan changed Luo Qiang's life. He was very grateful. Similarly, having lived in a remote corner since childhood, he also wanted to see the outside world and meet the talented people out there.
"I don't need you to repay me, think it through carefully," Wutan said, and then he didn't say anything else and flew straight towards the palace where Luo Chengyou was.
On the road, it will naturally attract a lot of attention, all of which are curious and shocked.
It has been two days since the battle with the Tianyang tribe, and everyone was still discussing it with great interest. Now that they saw him in person, they all opened their eyes wide and looked at this god-like existence with respect and awe.
Wu Tian ignored the looks and comments. Soon, he arrived at Luo Chengyou's hall.
As Wutan just arrived at the tribe, Luo Chengyou had already received the news, so he was waiting here in advance. When he saw Wutan, he immediately greeted him and said with a smile: "Brother Wutan, you are finally here. I thought you had left."
Wutan cupped his hands and said: "I will definitely leave, but before I leave, can I ask Chief Luo for a favor?"
Luo Chengyou's face darkened and he said, "Brother Wutan, what you said is too polite. Considering your great kindness to me and the Nanshan tribe, as long as it is not against heaven, you can speak up. If I say even a word of objection, I will be punished by heaven."
Wutan smiled faintly: "Chief Luo, you are too polite. What I want to ask for is very simple. There is a tribe called Tan Tai in the First Heaven. They have some connections with me, so I hope Chief Luo can help them when they encounter a crisis."
"So that's all. Okay, tomorrow I will send two great masters, five minor masters, and ten initial masters to the Tantai tribe to stay there permanently," Luo Chengyou agreed readily.
"In that case, I would like to express my gratitude on behalf of the Tantai tribe." Wu Tian bowed, sat on a chair, thought for a moment, and asked, "Has Chief Luo ever heard of the Tianyin Fruit?"
"Tian Yin Fruit?" After a moment's hesitation, Luo Chengyou frowned and said, "Brother Wu Tian, are you talking about the imperial medicine that can bring the dead back to life, the Tian Yin Tree?"
"Imperial medicine? Tianyin tree?" Now, Wutan was confused.
Luo Chengyou looked at him deeply and said that the Tianyin Tree was the only royal medicine in the Seventh Heaven, but this was only a legend and had not been confirmed.
It is said that this tree takes a thousand years to bloom, a thousand years to bear fruit, and a thousand years to mature. After it matures, if it is not picked in time within an hour, it will automatically disappear. If a woman successfully picks it and takes it, she can not only be resurrected, but also open the Tianyin evil body. On the contrary, if a man takes it, his soul will be destroyed and his true body will melt.
In other words, the Tianyin Fruit is only useful to women, but for men, it is a hot potato.
"Yes, that's it!"
Wu Tian was so excited that he clenched his fists and his body was shaking slightly. He asked anxiously, "Has Patriarch Luo ever heard of where the Tianyin Tree appeared?"
“Brother Wutan, you may be disappointed. The Tianyin Tree is just a legend, and no one has ever seen it with their own eyes.” After Luo Chengyou finished speaking, he glanced at Wutan and saw that he looked lonely and sad. He thought that the Tianyin Fruit must be of great use to him.
So, after thinking for a while, Luo Chengyou said: "Brother Wutan, don't be discouraged. Although no one has seen the Tianyin Tree, there have been news about this thing. According to the news, this thing appeared in the eighth heaven."
"Really?!" Wutan stood up suddenly, surprised and excited.
Luo Chengyou shook his head: "Whether it is true or false, I'm not sure, and I believe that no one in the entire Seventh Heaven is sure. If, I mean if, if the Tianyin Tree is really in the Eighth Heaven, with Brother Wutan's current strength, even if he succeeds in entering, he may not be able to get it."
"Why?" Wu Tian was suspicious.
“I believe that Brother Wu Tian has also heard that the Jueyin Ruins are the cemetery of ancient gods and demons. Moreover, I guess you are also wondering why there is no news about the ancient gods and demons in the entire Seventh Heaven.”
Wu Tian nodded.
Luo Chengyou said solemnly, "Because the real burial place of the ancient gods and demons is in the eighth heaven!"
Even the patriarchs of the first-level tribes in the entire Seventh Heaven knew about this news, let alone Wu Tian, who was stunned on the spot.
Luo Chengyou said slowly to himself: "The cemetery of ancient gods and demons, no one knows where it came from, and no one knows how long it has existed, but it really exists.
Three thousand years ago, a senior had gone in there, but he died a few days after coming out. He did not reveal a single word about what was inside, and only said one thing: one must not enter the eighth heaven.
This person's death was very strange, without any signs, and countless people were speculating. Some said that he was killed by the spirits of gods and demons, while others said that there were living gods and demons in the eighth heaven, and this person broke in without permission, and was killed...
Although these were just speculations, everyone chose to believe it rather than not believe it, and from then on, no one dared to enter the Eighth Heaven. "
Upon hearing this, Wutan sat back in his chair, his brows furrowed. What Luo Chengyou said might be a bit exaggerated, but there is no smoke without fire, so there must be some truth in it.
Whoever hears the words "gods and demons" will feel a chill down their spine, and he is no exception.
Luo Qiang said solemnly: "Master, no matter whether it is true or not, as long as you go, I am willing to follow you all the way."
Wu Tian seemed not to hear and lowered his head in thought.
Luo Chengyou asked in a low voice: "Qiang'er, has Brother Wu Tian agreed to take you as his disciple?"
Luo Qiang nodded: "My son wants to go out into the world and visit his ancestral land. Father, you won't disagree, right?"
“Of course I won’t refuse, but Brother Wutan is going to the Cemetery of Gods and Demons. Although I have never been there, I know from rumors that it is not a good place, so you have to think it over carefully,” Luo Chengyou said meaningfully.
Luo Qiang smiled coldly: "Without going through hardships and difficulties, how can you become a powerful and formidable person? I am not afraid!"
"Since you have made up your mind, I will not persuade you any more. But you must remember that if you really return to your ancestral land, don't forget that your old father and sister are waiting for you here..."
As he spoke, Luo Chengyou's eyes became moist. He had just met his child for a few days and had not had time to make up for his past debt. Now he was facing separation again, and it might be a separation forever. He was really reluctant to let go.
But this was the child's choice, and he couldn't stop it. He could only pray silently in his heart.
At this time, Wu Tian raised his head and said in a hoarse voice: "Patriarch Luo, I would like to ask, where did the senior from three thousand years ago live when he was alive?"
Luo Chengyou knew what Wutan was thinking at a glance. He sighed inwardly and said frankly: "The time is too long ago. The exact place has long disappeared in the long river of history. I only know that the senior was called Wei Han. If you really want to find him, you can go to Jinyuan Mountains and have a look. If you are lucky, you might find something."
"Where is the Jinyuan Mountains?"
Luo Chengyou thought for a moment and said, "It is in the fifth heaven, about five million miles away from here, in the northwest direction."
"Luo Qiang, you stay here first and reunite with your family. I will come to pick you up after I go to Jinyuan Mountains." Before Luo Chengyou finished speaking, Wutan's figure had disappeared. The remaining words echoed in the hall.
The Jinyuan Mountains are vast and boundless, with mountains stacked one upon another. At first glance, the entire mountain range looks like it is made of gold, shining with golden light, dazzling!
Wu Tian did not stop for five days and finally reached the sky above the mountain range in one breath. He looked down at the stretch of mountains, sensed the extension, and searched every inch of the land.
Wei Han is the only person who has entered the eighth floor. He may have left some information before his death. Although this is just Wutan's guess, he still wants to try to see if he can find some clues, even if it's only a little bit.
The power of wind gushed out and the speed was expanded to the extreme to avoid some terrifying beasts. Wutan searched for ten consecutive days and finally found a trace of soul power fluctuations on an inconspicuous low hill.
That’s right, it’s the fluctuation of soul power.
Could it be that Wei Han is a forbidden master
With this thought in mind, Wutan landed on a low mountain. The mountain was not big, about two hundred feet high and no more than three hundred feet wide. It was covered with bushes and weeds, and there were dozens of small trees as thick as arms, swaying in the wind.
It is very desolate here. Among these towering mountains, it is very inconspicuous and can be easily overlooked.
But Wutan believed in his own perception, because in every place and every mountain along the way, there were basically pairs of flying insects and groups of monsters, but this place was the only one that was as silent as a dead place.
After wandering in the woods for a while, Wutan stopped in front of a bush that was a foot deep. His eyes flashed with brilliance, and he caught a glimpse of darkness from the tiny gaps in the bushes.
And the fluctuation of soul power became stronger and stronger.
Wutan swung his palm and the power gushed out. With a loud bang, the bushes immediately turned into ashes, revealing a dark hole. Above the hole, a thin layer of light curtain emerged due to the impact of the power, emitting a faint glow.
"It's really a restriction!" Wutan was surprised. Moreover, this restriction was quite extraordinary. After three thousand years of refinement, it could still block his attack.
He walked forward and placed his palm on the light curtain. After careful perception, he determined that this restriction was an eighth-level confinement.
For Wutan, whose soul power has reached the king level, the eighth-level restriction naturally could not trap him. In less than half a minute, he broke through the restriction. However, he did not go in immediately. Instead, he summoned the fire of the soul, suspended it above his head, and then slowly walked in.
(End of this chapter)