132: Chapter 133 You made me a god right after I arrived?

Leaving the Chilian Tribe, Jiang Feng traveled rapidly towards the northeast.

The scenery of the wilderness was monotonous and boring.

The further he traveled, the damper the ground beneath his feet became, and the air began to carry a salty, humid scent of seawater.

Half a month later.

An endless expanse of blue appeared before his eyes.

The ocean.

The sea breeze brushed against his face, dispersing the fatigue of his days of travel.

The map given by Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei showed that the Black Turtle Tribe was located on several islands in this sea area.

Jiang Feng did not hesitate. Exerting force under his feet, his body carved a white wave across the sea surface as he headed towards the nearest island.

The island was not large; viewed from afar, it was lush and green, with buildings faintly visible.

However, the moment Jiang Feng stepped onto the beach...

...dozens of people swarmed out from the woods and behind the rocks.

They were dressed in simple animal skins and fish skins; their skin was dark and rough, but their expressions were incomparably solemn.

Upon seeing Jiang Feng, these dozens of people, regardless of age or gender, actually knelt down in unison!

"Welcome, Heavenly God!"

The synchronized shouting, carrying a kind of fanatical devotion, echoed over the island.

Jiang Feng's footsteps halted.

He looked around at this group of natives kneeling on the ground, who didn't even dare to raise their heads.

Heavenly God?

What kind of nonsense is this?

Jiang Feng immediately began to mutter to himself, what kind of script is this?

Could it be that woman, Young Mistress Shangguan Wulei, is playing tricks behind the scenes?

No, she doesn't have the guts, nor the ability to make the act this realistic.

The fanaticism in these people's eyes could not be faked.

Just as Jiang Feng was completely baffled, an old woman with a face full of wrinkles, leaning on a large turtle shell cane, walked out tremblingly from the crowd.

She walked to within three steps of Jiang Feng, knelt down just as respectfully, and pressed her forehead deeply against the sandy ground.

"Granny Gu, High Priestess of the Black Turtle Tribe, pays respects to the Heavenly God."

"The Black Turtle Tribe has been waiting here for the Heavenly God for a long time."

Granny Gu's voice was hoarse and dry, but her words were quite clear.

Jiang Feng's eyes flickered slightly.

He could be certain that this was his first time in this place, and definitely the first time he had seen these people.

Waiting for a long time?

He sized up this old woman who called herself Granny Gu—a completely ordinary Mortal, yet in those cloudy old eyes, a gleam that seemed to see through everything flashed.

"Get up and speak," Jiang Feng said in a flat voice. "I don't like others kneeling."

"Thank you, Heavenly God."

Supported by two young tribespeople, Granny Gu stood up shakily, her waist still deeply bowed.

"How did you know I would come?" Jiang Feng asked straightforwardly, too lazy to beat around the bush.

Granny Gu's cloudy eyes turned towards Jiang Feng, seemingly wanting to see something on his face, but Jiang Feng's expression was calm and ripple-free.

"Replying to the Heavenly God, it is the King's guidance, the revelation of the Black Turtle," Granny Gu answered devoutly. "Several months ago, the Black Turtle Tribe had a premonition that the Heavenly God was coming. You... are here to save us."

Premonition?

Jiang Feng sneered inwardly.

Another one of these charlatan tricks.

Either this is a massive scam, or this Black Turtle Tribe really does have some mysterious Dao he doesn't know about.

"Let's go, take me to see your King," Jiang Feng grasped the main point directly.

"Yes, Heavenly God, please follow me."

Granny Gu respectfully turned to the side and made a "please" gesture.

Jiang Feng followed her, passing through the kneeling crowd, and walked into the tribal settlement deep on the island.

Along the way, every member of the Black Turtle Tribe who saw him, without exception, immediately knelt on the ground and shouted "Heavenly God."

This scene made even Jiang Feng feel a bit uncomfortable.

What made him feel even more absurd was that he discovered portraits drawn with charcoal hanging on the tribe's stone houses, wooden stakes, and even on the drying fishing nets.

The person in the paintings had rough features, distorted lines, and the artistry was absolutely terrible.

Yet, Jiang Feng recognized it at a glance.

It was clearly him!

Although it was abstractly ugly, the figure, the hairstyle, and especially that flamboyant temperament had truly captured his Soul!

Jiang Feng stopped abruptly, ripped a portrait off the wall, and clutched it in his hand.

He was now one hundred percent certain that this was no coincidence.

These natives really knew his appearance in advance and were convinced that he was that damn "Heavenly God."

Things were starting to head in a metaphysical direction.

This feeling of being schemed against, where nothing was under his control, made him very unhappy.

Granny Gu seemed to sense the change in Jiang Feng's mood and hurriedly explained: "Heavenly God, please calm your anger. This was all the work of the King. The King personally drew these divine images of you so that all the tribespeople could remember your appearance and look forward to your arrival day and night."

"Who exactly is your King?" Jiang Feng's voice turned a few degrees colder.

The expression on Granny Gu's face was very complex; it held awe, heartache, and a bit of sadness.

She sighed and pointed to the center of the settlement, to that largest and most ancient stone house.

"Heavenly God, the King is waiting for you inside."

It was a stone palace built entirely of massive dark green rocks. The palace gate was tightly shut, and two female warriors holding bone spears stood guard at the entrance with solemn expressions.

Unlike the primitive wildness of the Chilian Tribe, this stone palace exuded an ancient and heavy aura.

"The Heavenly God has arrived!" Granny Gu stood outside the palace gate and shouted with all her might.

The heavy stone gate creaked and slowly opened inward.

The light inside the gate was dim, with only a few fish-oil eternal lamps casting flickering shadows on the walls.

Jiang Feng stepped inside.

The interior of the stone palace was very spacious and empty. Apart from a throne in the center carved from a single piece of mysterious black jade, there was nothing else.

At this moment, a small figure sat upright on the throne.

Jiang Feng's gaze fell upon that figure, and he paused slightly.

It was a little girl who looked at most ten years old.

She was wearing an ill-fitting white robe made of precious merfolk silk, and her long, jet-black hair was draped casually, almost reaching the ground.

Her skin was so white it was almost transparent, and her features were as delicate as a porcelain doll; she was very cute.

However, those large eyes, which should have been bright, were covered with a layer of grayish-white at this moment, hollow and without focus.

Is she blind?

Seeming to hear Jiang Feng's footsteps, the little girl on the throne trembled slightly.

She fumbled as she slid down from the tall throne, barefoot with her snow-white little feet, and walked step by step, cautiously, in the direction of Jiang Feng.

Her movements were very slow and clumsy, and several times she almost tripped over her own overly long robe.

Granny Gu and the female warriors at the door wanted to step forward to assist, but were stopped by her childish yet irresistible voice.

"Do not come over."

She just walked slowly, all by herself, to Jiang Feng.

Then, while Jiang Feng was still stunned, this Queen of the Black Turtle Tribe knelt down straight, pressing her tiny forehead against the cold ground.

"Little Queen Jin Xi, the 372nd generation King of the Black Turtle Tribe, pays respects to the Heavenly God."