The Collapsing Mountain warriors were famous for being bold and generous. Chapman's heart ached, but he couldn't utter a word.
All he could do was watch as Zen emptied his wineskin. After holding it in for a long while, he finally said with a smile, “Good… good alcohol capacity…”
anwhile, the other Collapsing Mountain warriors had expressions that made it clear how they wanted to swallow Zen whole.
Now, Zen's pupils were completely red. He could feel countless spikes crazily circulating within his body, stimulating every nerve.
Under such stimulation, his body underwent a miraculous transformation.
In truth, after one entered the Collapsing Mountain race, the pressure from the gravitational force was already a form of cultivation.
So when a martial artist first refined their body, they would choose to cultivate under the waterfall. When the water washed over them, they'd feel pressure on their body and resist it, strengthening themselves.
In other words, after one entered the Collapsing Mountain race, the cultivation had already begun.
The Collapsing Mountain warriors ate precious birds and strange beasts. Although they weren't converted into pills, they weren't to be underestimated.
The Sinful Dragon's heart was originally very rare. Even ordinary Collapsing Mountain warriors weren't fortunate enough to get a taste. Now that Zen had eaten it, he gained a great benefit.
After the at and wine were finished, Zen's gaze turned calm.
“What do you want to do?”
Zen was no fool. How couldn't he see that ordinary people would never get such treatnt?
The Collapsing Mountain warrior must have needed him for sothing.
Otherwise, why would he be treated to at and wine?
According to Zen's judgnt, the problem lay in his physical body—it might have even been related to his sohow fire-resistant figure. Otherwise, they wouldn't have thrown him into the bonfire.
It was true that Chapman felt sorry for his strong wine, but since Zen had already drunk it, there wasn't anything to do. In fact, seeing how the kid wanted to get straight to the point, he rather admired him.
“I want you to get sothing for ,” Chapman said rather bluntly.
“Let guess,” Zen smiled faintly. “That sothing is hidden within so kind of strange fire—a fire so powerful that none of you can reach within it, right?”
“Yes, that is so.” Chapman didn't bother denying.
“But I am not strong enough.”
And Zen was telling the truth. The person before him was able to face a Supre Lord. Although Zen didn't fear any fire, he didn't think what the warrior was entrusting to him was as simple as grabbing sothing from within the flas. Zen was only at the Spirit Supre Realm, after all.
Zen's response made Chapman chuckle. “Our Collapsing Mountain race is where the strength source is located. With your talent, there shouldn't be a problem.”
The Collapsing Mountain warriors didn't resist outsiders, but it wasn't exactly easy for an ordinary foreign martial artist to earn their care. Most of the warriors there relied solely on their own strength to fight for a piece of cake amongst the Collapsing Mountain warriors.
If they were to spend their all nurturing Zen, they would raise his level quickly. It was in their favor that Zen's potential was already strong, to begin with.
Although Zen looked calm, he was bubbling with excitent.
Such an opportunity could only be found by accident, not sought. When he saw the chance, he couldn't let go.
“In that case, I will do all I can to help the Collapsing Mountain race,” Zen said with a laugh.
“Deal!”
With Chapman's personality, he wouldn't have forced Zen to do anything. The Collapsing Mountain warriors never cared about coercing others, nor would they casually receive favors from soone else.
If Zen was willing to help them, they would do anything in their power to return the favor.
As soon as his voice fell, Chapman grabbed at the air and pulled out a huge piece of at from the bonfire. With a diater of ten feet, the chunk was thrown right at Zen. It pressed him into the ground, causing a burst of laughter.
That night, Zen began devouring the various kinds of at in a kind of frenzy.
Each piece of flesh contained a certain kind of power. These strange beasts were at least comparable to world lords, so even Supre Lords. But the Collapsing Mountain warriors had defeated them all.
Devouring the at of these strange beasts was actually wasteful, in a way. There were quite a few top tier ingredients in the food, kinds that would drive pill refiners crazy. If the at was made into pills, the effect would multiply.
And the warriors knew about this. But there were abundant beasts in the Divine Refinent Forbidden Land and the warriors could hunt them every day. They cared not for such waste. Their ancestors had used this thod of training for generations, after all. It was a part of their tradition and a part of what created such a valiant race.
That night, Zen had no idea how much food he consud. After dinner, he was carried back by two Collapsing Mountain warriors.
Laquisha and the rest of the warriors on the ground stared at Zen with envy.
His strength was clearly lacking—he couldn't even stand up—but he could enjoy such treatnt. One could only imagine the loss the rest felt in their hearts, having lain on the ground for several years.
After all, Zen had barely been in the Collapsing Mountain race for ten days.
What they weren't aware of was that it hadn't even been a month since Zen had entered the Divine Refinent Forbidden Land.
As she looked at Zen in dissatisfaction, Laquisha pouted her thin lips.
She didn't really care about the food of the Collapsing Mountain race, and the strength source wasn't quite enough to move her heart, but the Calamity Dispelling Fragrance was effective enough on her. She felt hungry, and while Zen had stuffed himself with food, she ate nothing.
anwhile, Zen was leaning against the wall. At this mont, his body was still burning with pain. When he t Laquisha's displeased gaze, he gave her a faint smile and flicked his finger lightly, rolling a piece of at towards her side.
“I haven't forgotten about you,” Zen said with a laugh.
As he ate and drank, he discreetly hid so food in his space ring.
Such action was against the rules of the Collapsing Mountain race, but they probably wouldn't pursue the matter.
When the warriors around them saw the food, their eyes blazed with fire. If only they could move, they would've crawled up and taken the small piece for themselves. But if they could move freely, they would probably forget about the food montarily.
“How am I supposed to eat?” Laquisha stared at Zen pitifully. It was too difficult for her to even move her head and she wasn't willing to end up like him. Burying her head in her food was too unsightly for her.
In the end, the heavy responsibility still fell on Zen.
It was too difficult for him to stand up and walk, but he could push himself a little, at the very least.
Zen looked helpless as Laquisha stared at him. He could only crawl over slowly and tear the at into pieces, feeding them to her bit by bit.
After consuming the at, Zen could feel every part of his body be activated.
Along with the Collapsing Mountain warriors' songs, the primitive power was like a tide, constantly surging within his body.
Instead of forcing himself to stand up, he gradually adapted to the gravitational force.
The next evening, Zen was once again respectfully invited to the square to continue wolfing down his food.
The Collapsing Mountain warriors didn't have any particularly special cultivation thods. Every day, they would eat large chunks of at, drink loads of wine, and then use the songs' baptism to unknowingly increase their strength.
So people could encounter a situation in which their strength increased, but their bodies couldn't bear the power.
But the toughness of Zen's body was no longer what it used to be.
After half a month had passed, Zen could feel his strength rise continuously. Now, he could move slowly along the ground.
Still, this wasn't exactly sothing to be proud of. The children of the Collapsing Mountain race could run all over the place. Even though he was a Godly Genius, he could only take feeble steps like a dying old man. If he didn't take the utmost care when he walked, he would lose his balance and fall to the ground.
But at this growth rate, it wouldn't be long before Zen could move freely.
Just that day, there were a few more people arriving at the Collapsing Mountain race. All of them were world lords. Zen had even t their leader before. He was none other than Kennan He, Laquisha's follower.
They were chased by the Formless Sky Python that day. Thanks to Kenna He, who held the python's one head to stop it, they managed to run away. But they had no clue whether or not the two world lords were still alive.
When these world lords entered the Collapsing Mountain race, they didn't seem like normal fighters who couldn't get up from the ground. After all, their cultivation and strength were by no ans ordinary and they were strong enough to resist the gravitational force. Still, they couldn't walk freely as they wanted.
“Princess Royal!”
Seeing that Laquisha was safe and sound, Kennan He finally felt at ease.
During this ti, he had searched almost every inch of the surrounding area, afraid that Laquisha would be swallowed up by the Formless Sky Python. He was excited the mont he saw her. Never did he expect her to actually enter the Collapsing Mountain race's territory to seek refuge.
While Kennan He looked agitated, Laquisha wore an indifferent expression. She had been hoping that he would find the place quickly and take her away as soon as possible. But now, she had no desire to go.
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