146: Wu indigenous people

A desolate mountain.

The clouds and mist dissipated, gradually revealing a city of bluestone.

Inside the city, thousands of bare-chested, rough men in animal skins were moving huge bluestones, their Qi and blood boiling, making the large stone quarry as hot as a furnace.

Many women wielding stone knives were slaughtering giant beasts dozens of feet tall, cutting meat into pieces, and throwing them into bronze cauldrons to cook. White steam rose, and fragrance permeated the air.

Above the clouds.

Gu Changsheng was slightly surprised: “I didn’t expect this Lost Realm to still have natives…”

Suddenly, a hint of purple appeared in his eyes, and he discovered a Spirit Tree laden with golden fruits in the inner city.

“Vajra Barbarian Dragon Fruit… To think such a Heaven And Earth Treasure exists.”

The Vajra Barbarian Dragon Fruit is a Body Tempering Spirit Fruit.

Using it as the main ingredient to refine a Nine-Pattern Vajra Barbarian Dragon Pill, even with Gu Changsheng’s current Physical Body strength, it would still have a considerable tempering effect.

Whoosh—

A flash of Escape Light, Gu Changsheng appeared beneath the Vajra Barbarian Dragon Tree.

He flicked his finger, and dozens of Vajra Barbarian Dragon Fruits fell into his palm.

“This Vajra Barbarian Dragon Tree is also good, at least several thousand years old… I’ll take it.”

Just as he was about to use a secret method to relocate it, a fist wind that tore through the Void Realm came from behind him.

A native appeared, three zhang tall, with bronze skin and strange oil paint smeared on his face.

His eyes were filled with murderous intent, and his entire body was steaming with Qi and blood, as if cast from refined iron.

“Such a strong Physical Body, even stronger than an ordinary True Core Realm Body Cultivator… And it seems to have the blessing of a special Bloodline.”

Gu Changsheng’s expression was indifferent. He waved a finger, dispersing the fist force.

Looking at the oil paint on the native’s face, he vaguely felt a sense of familiarity.

The tall native cursed in an incomprehensible language, his Qi and blood erupting, tiny blood beads appearing on his skin, as he lunged like a hungry tiger.

“Noisy.”

Gu Changsheng’s right arm suddenly swelled, a faint golden light appearing in his palm. With a casual flick, the tall native spat blood and flew hundreds of zhang away, crashing through the bluestone city wall.

Sand and stones fell, piling up into a heap.

Roar—

Sand and stones shot in all directions. The strange oil paint squirmed like a living thing, and a pained expression appeared on the tall native’s face. Gray mist rose from his spine, transforming into a giant one-eyed Strange Beast.

Immediately after, the tall native uttered strange syllables, and a thin old man shot out from a distance, performing a bizarre dance.

The Void Realm trembled, and from a gray, swirling vortex, the eerie roar of a Strange Beast faintly emanated.

A massive black claw extended, pulling and tearing, and the gray vortex suddenly expanded, from which crawled out a strange insect-beast with a hundred sharp claws.

Visibly, the thin old man’s body rapidly withered.

Gu Changsheng raised an eyebrow, a flash of insight appearing in his mind, followed by a hint of joy in his eyes.

“The Witch Race!

The Witch Race actually lives here!”

He had learned from the Tiansheng Sect’s ancient texts that this cultivation world was merely one of the Three Thousand Great Worlds.

In ancient times, there were instances of Realms converging.

This led to many wars.

For example, the Mother of Insects, whose body Gu Changsheng planted on Yuanlian Island, was a Yang Spirit Realm mighty figure who had crossed Realms.

The cultivation systems, Heaven And Earth Treasures, and local elements of different Realms clashed and merged, giving rise to strange and powerful new cultivation methods.

The Witch Race before him was a race that specialized in Body Refining.

Witch Race children would have their root bones tested at four or five years old.

Afterward, the young and strong of the Witch Race tribe would enter the mountains to hunt Strange Beasts, taking their bones and blood, combining them with various Spirit Medicines, and cooking them in a precious cauldron. Then, the children would be thrown into the pot to be refined together, stimulating the development of their root bones.

Unlike the Human Race, even four or five-year-old Witch Race children possessed astonishing Physical Body strength.

Those with slightly better talent could possess a thousand jin of strength.

The most outstanding among them had unparalleled strong root bones and were called Supreme Bones.

They could cultivate to the Peak of the Yang Spirit Realm.

Cooking in a precious cauldron at over a thousand degrees was as easy as pie for them.

In ancient times, many Cultivators had intended to follow the Witch Race’s Body Refining path, but their divergent Bloodlines often prevented them from progressing far on this cultivation path.

However, the strongest aspect of the Witch Race was their ability to summon creatures from the Strange Realm through their Bloodline to fight alongside them.

Just like the thin old man before him.

“Just a small Witch Race tribe…”

Gu Changsheng silently glanced around, then his figure flickered, appearing behind the Witch Race warrior. He extended a claw, like an Azure Dragon exploring a cave, piercing through the Witch Race warrior’s chest and frantically devouring his vitality.

“Too weak…”

Even with his cultivation suppressed to the True Core Realm, Gu Changsheng’s Body Refining strength alone was enough to overwhelm ninety-nine percent of True Core Realm Cultivators.

Screech—

Seeing the Witch Race warrior fall dead, the thin old man’s expression turned sorrowful and indignant. He took out a bone flute from around his neck and began to play.

As the melodious flute sound spread, the thousand-legged strange insect suddenly trembled, vibrating its almost transparent wings, and charged at Gu Changsheng.

Gu Changsheng’s expression remained indifferent. He unleashed another punch, and the powerful fist force pierced through the insect’s head, splattering large amounts of foul-smelling gray liquid.

Visibly, the thousand-legged strange insect gradually dissipated.

A gray bead condensed in the Void Realm.

“strange spirit… A good item…”

Gu Changsheng reached out, and the gray bead fell into his palm.

Black Qi poured in, and a faint Soul Power surged like a tide. A thousand-legged strange insect appeared in his Soul Sea, stirring up a tempest.

His Soul Sea trembled, and a wisp of gray Sword Qi slashed out.

Nine Nether Soul-Seizing Underworld Light!

Hiss—

The thousand-legged strange insect in his Soul Sea disintegrated, transforming into pure Soul Power that merged into his Soul Sea.

A difficult-to-describe sense of comfort appeared on Gu Changsheng’s face: “The Yellow Springs Free and Unfettered Wonderful Method once said that subduing the Heart Demon can lead to enlightenment and the Ascension of the soul.

This Heart Demon refers to the strange spirit.

The effect is indeed good…”

One strange spirit increased Gu Changsheng’s soul strength by a notch.

The stronger the soul, the greater the power of various soul-based Divine Abilities.

Moreover, it also played a significant role in breaking through to higher Realms.

Breaking through to the Yang Spirit Realm requires overcoming three tribulations.

One of these tribulations is the Heart Demon Tribulation.

At that time, the Devil King from beyond the domain will seek him out, pulling the Cultivator about to break through to the Yang Spirit Realm into the Demon Realm beyond the domain, bewitching him with a thousand layers of illusions, and seizing the opportunity to devour his living soul.

One misstep, and a thousand years of arduous cultivation would be lost in an instant.

Gu Changsheng reined in his mind, took a step, and suddenly gripped the thin old man’s head.

Soul Search!

“There should be other Witch Race tribes in this Realm… a map…”

Suddenly.

Whoosh—

A sharp Sword Qi emerged from the Void Realm, striking directly at Gu Changsheng’s neck.

Gu Changsheng frowned slightly, sensed it, and dispersed the Sword Qi with a palm strike.

When he clearly saw the figure in the Void Realm, his eyes lit up.

“So you’ve finally arrived…”

Previously, Gu Changsheng had another reason for not dispelling the sword mark imprint: to attract Li Daoyi.

‘If all goes well, I’ll have a new body… Shu Mountain Sword Sect…’

Outside, if Li Daoyi hid in the Xianyun Sword Sect, protected by the Cave Profound Old Monster, Gu Changsheng would truly have no way.

But here, it was different.

If he died, no one would know who did it.

Li Daoyi’s reprimand came from the Void Realm: “Your Excellency, how dare you kill this Venerable One’s sword slave? Your crime deserves death!”

“Spirit Pool Sword Formation!”

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

Eleven sword slaves stood in eight directions, their Qi surging, their oppressive aura rising steadily.

In the very center, a simple bronze short sword appeared in Li Daoyi’s palm, its aura astonishingly powerful.

Flying Sword Spirit Treasure!

A hint of surprise appeared in Gu Changsheng’s eyes.