The tone was gentle, but it was filled with sadness, as if endless time could not dilute it, but instead would only make it stronger.
Then, she turned around and looked at the other four old men, as if wanting to get their permission. After they all nodded silently at the same time, Mu Yan raised his hand and waved again.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew, but no wind blew into the attic at all. One could see with the naked eye that outside the attic, the wind was blowing so hard that it was shaking the earth.
Not long after, the wind died down and the sound of rain began, with a drizzle falling. But when Feng Qingyang saw the drizzle, his pupils suddenly shrank and a hint of horror flashed in his eyes.
That was clearly not a drizzle, but a blood mist. The blood mist filled the sky like rain. It was a blood rain!
“My five major tribes were born in this world, but we were not favored by heaven and earth. Like you, we are also abandoned by heaven…” When he said this, Mu Yan’s eyes were a little dazed, as if he remembered something from the past.
"The Forsaken Clan..."
Feng Qingyang murmured, feeling his heart beating wildly. He wanted to calm his mind, but when Mu Yan mentioned the Forsaken Clan, he could no longer suppress his restless heart and the churning blood.
"I know you are an outsider, you are a zombie from another world..."
Just when Feng Qingyang's mind was wavering, Mu Yan dropped another bombshell. Word by word, every word struck his mind, shaking him and shocking him.
"Look at the ground below."
Mu Yan opened his mouth and pointed with one hand. A ray of light hit Feng Qingyang's brow. His face trembled and his eyes suddenly shone with a milky white light.
Feng Qingyang lowered his head, his eyes penetrating the blood rain outside and looking at the dark earth below. His heart was in turmoil and his consciousness almost became blurred. His lips moved slightly and his brows were twisted into a knot, as if he had seen something incredible.
"This, this is impossible..."
He muttered to himself, looking at the ground below, seeming a little incredulous.
Following his gaze, he saw that the ground below was completely black, but it was filled with the bones of Senbai. The scene was exactly the same as the battlefield he had seen before.
However, the difference was that the scene seen on the ground was completely different from that in the sky. Wherever he looked, the bones of the cypresses formed a road, a road that went diagonally upwards.
Further ahead, there is a natural mountain. The mountain stretches for countless miles, and two sections are immersed in the clouds. The white bones are spread straight up the mountain, all the way to the end of the sky and the earth.
“What’s beyond the mountains?”
"It's the Great Witch Clan, we call it the Celestial Clan!"
"The Celestial Clan?"
"That's right. Every year, the people of the Celestial Clan would jump over the mountains and enter our five major tribes, slaughtering countless young men from the five major tribes, and they also agreed to three chapters..."
At this point, a trace of sadness flashed across Mu Yan's face, and he continued: "My five major tribes must fight each other every year, and the number of people can only be maintained at 500 each. Moreover, among every 500 people, 100 will be chosen by them as sacrifices to worship heaven and earth, and the only sacrifice is death!"
"die?"
Feng Qingyang's body trembled and he exclaimed. He looked at Mu Yan deeply, then turned to look at the old men beside him, only to see a trace of sadness on their faces at the same time.
The result is self-evident.
"They claim to be acting on behalf of heaven. Killing us is like slaughtering dogs. They set bloody rules, but we have no choice but to do as they say because we want to survive and keep our bloodline. We can only watch our own sons kill each other as a pleasure for the Celestial Clan."
Mu Yan said in a deep voice, his kindness had long gone, and besides murderous aura, there was also a deep hatred hidden in his voice, the same hatred he shared!
“What do I need to do?”
After a long silence, Feng Qingyang looked at Mu Yan and said, he collected his thoughts, but his mind was working rapidly. Now, no matter where he was, no matter whether he was entrusted by someone or not.
Just because they are both members of the Forsaken Clan, just based on this point, he will rush forward without hesitation.
"What you need to do now is to practice. There is still one month left until the annual sacrificial day. At that time, the people of the Celestial Clan will cross the natural mountain range and enter our five major tribes. What you need to do is to slaughter the saints of the Celestial Clan in one fell swoop at that moment."
"The Holy Son of the Celestial Clan?"
"Yes, only people at the Saint Son level can cross the Natural Dangerous Mountains and enter our five major tribes, and those terrifying beings can only use the projection method. Therefore, as long as we kill their Saint Sons, we will have enough time to prepare. By then, our five major tribes will unite and enter the Natural Dangerous Mountains in one fell swoop. As long as we pass through it, we can successfully get out of this world!"
Shui Tian on the side said excitedly, as if he had already walked out of this world.
"Senior, I have one more thing I need to ask you."
Feng Qingyang is not a fool. His originally sad heart suddenly became doubtful after hearing Shui Tian’s explanation.
"Why did you kill their Holy Son?"
Hearing this, Shui Tian's face trembled and he said angrily: "Only their blood can open the dangerous mountain range. Otherwise, we will live in this painful world forever, and the cycle will continue endlessly."
"Boy, don't ask too many questions. This time, many people from the outside world appeared in our five major tribes at the same time. I believe that the same is true in the Celestial Tribe. Don't worry about anything else, just take me out. I will definitely thank you when the time comes..."
Shui Tian returned to silence, looked deeply at Feng Qingyang and said, "After all, we are all from the Forsaken Clan."
"I see. In this case, the Tianjiao disciples who entered the secret realm with me must be scattered in different places. I just don't know where my brother Feng and the others are."
Feng Qingyang thought to himself, this secret realm will last for half a year, otherwise it will be closed permanently, is there any secret in it? The annual sacrificial day.
"The Celestial Clan? Also, why is this secret realm different from the legend? Why does it appear near 'Heavenly Number Eight', and why is the sharp corner that penetrates the void in Guiyuan City? Could it be..."
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to Feng Qingyang's mind, and he seemed to have thought of something. He looked at the five old men beside him in surprise.
"Senior, may I ask how the cultivation level of the Saint Son-level Celestial Clan is?"
“Half-step golden elixir!”
Elder Huozhen at the side suddenly spoke, his old eyes flashing with brilliance as he looked at Feng Qingyang, as if he saw hope.
"That is to say, you still have one month to prepare. By then, it will be your time to slaughter the Half-Step Golden Core. If you fail, all five of our tribes will be buried with you!"
His red hair was flying and his voice was trembling, but one could faintly hear a hint of madness.
"That's right, if you fail in the massacre, we will all die with you!"
After a long silence, Mu Yan spoke. She was the only woman among the old men here, so when she spoke, she would always ease the atmosphere at the critical moment.
"Half-step Golden Core?"